"Shut up!"
Ryley shoved him away with all his strength, putting enough distance between them to jab a furious finger toward Arman's face.
"Don't you ever fucking touch me again. Try it one more time, and I swear you'll pay dearly for it."
Arman only laughed, seemingly more entertained by the threat than bothered by it.
"Oh, how I'd love to rip that bastard out of your womb myself." His head tilted lazily as his grin widened. "But then I'd ruin my own prized spectacle, wouldn't I?"
His laughter echoed through the trees, grating against every nerve Ryley had left.
But Ryley knew anger wouldn't get him what he wanted, and he hadn't risked everything just to lose control now.
So he drew in a slow breath and forced his hands to loosen.
"Enough with the nonsense." His expression hardened. "Let's talk about our deal."
Arman's laughter gradually faded, amusement giving way to something more knowing as he studied the blond before him.
