Chapter: 1935

"Die?" He sneered, his lips twisting into a sinister grin. "Trust me, once you've tasted the kind of pleasure I can offer, thoughts Like that will vanish into thin air. I've got far more tricks up my sleeve than Jonathan ever could. You'll be begging for more when I'm through."

As his hand inched toward her, Bethany tensed, her entire body coiled like a spring, ready to unleash every ounce of strength she had left.

Out of nowhere, a cry of pain erupted from Ryan's throat. "Ah!"

It was Jayson. He had hauled himself upright and lunged at Ryan with reckless abandon, as if nothing else mattered.

This was suicide, plain and simple, especially with Ryan gripping a gun in his hand.