More from Ryder

• The perfect accomplice, phone sex

  October 8, 2026

  They call her the ghost, but that’s just because by the time anyone realizes what’s missing, she’s already gone.

  Meet Ryder. Petite, with a fall of straight, dark brunette hair that falls ever so perfectly. She’s the kind of gorgeous that makes men hand over the keys to the kingdom without a second thought. That face—innocent, arresting, and entirely deceptive—is our greatest asset.

  People just trust her. It’s almost a superpower.

  Tonight, her job is the shadow work, Ryder is the velvet glove.

  She’s wearing a backless silk dress that whispers against her skin, with objective ticking on the clock. A wicked, knowing smirk touches her glossy lips. We aren’t just partners in crime; we’re accomplices in the truest, most intoxicating sense.

  “Twenty minutes before he returns from the lounge,” she murmurs, her voice a low, husky purr that rattles right through my ribs.

  “Then we have time to play,” I growl, closing the distance between us.

  The adrenaline of the heist is addicting, but it has nothing on her. I pin her petite frame against the cold mahogany of the study door, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She smells like expensive perfume and pure trouble. Her hands find the lapels of my jacket, pulling me in tighter, her fingers digging in with a fierce, demanding urgency.

  We always get what we want. Always.

  And just like that as soon as we Entered, besides the little fun, we make sure the job gets accomplished. To perfection.

  As we slip back out into the cool night air, blending effortlessly into the city crowd, she slips her small, warm hand into mine. She looks up at me, her dark eyes flashing with mischief and the sweet, electric thrill of a job extraordinarily well done.

  “Where to next, partner?” she asks, biting her lower lip.

  I smile, pulling her a little closer. Wherever we wants.

• kinky spoiled dominant brat

  September 13, 2026

  She may be on the shorter side, but standing at barely five-foot-two, she commands a room the second she steps into it. She is the physical embodiment of the phrase “dynamite comes in small packages.” Feisty, fiercely confident, and radiating a natural dominant energy that keeps everyone on their toes, Ryder is a force of nature. Some might call her a handful; the wise simply call her unforgettable.

  With cascading, silky long brunette hair that frames a face so exquisitely sculpted it looks as though it was chiseled from warm Italian marble, she’s a masterpiece. High cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and lips that hold a permanent, knowing smirk. Ryder plays by her own rules, and when it comes to romance and desire? Let’s just say she goes both ways, all ways, if you will. It all depends entirely on the night, the vibe, and the lucky soul she’s chosen to spend it with.

  After a heavy afternoon of retail therapy—racking up bags from every high-end boutique in the city—Ryder is back home, and she’s itching to test-drive a few of her newly acquired prizes.

  She stands before her bedroom mirror, admiring her reflection. The centerpiece of her new wardrobe is a daring, midnight-black silk slip dress that clings to her petite curves like a second skin. Cut dangerously low in the front and back, the liquid fabric shimmers under the vanity lights. Over top, she shrugs into an oversized, buttery-soft distressed leather jacket, balancing the ultra-feminine dress with an undeniable edge of rock-and-roll rebellion.

  For footwear, she slips into over-the-knee stiletto boots made of supple black patent leather. They click with authority against the hardwood floor, giving her both height and a killer, unstoppable stride. Her accessories are minimal yet lethal: heavy silver hoop earrings, a choker studded with tiny diamonds, and a dark, moody plum lipstick that demands attention.

  Ryder runs her fingers through her long brunette waves, mussing them just enough to look effortlessly undone. She catches her own gaze in the mirror and a slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips. The shopping bags are still piled on the bed, but the real exhibition is about to begin.

  Ryder isn’t just wearing her new outfit; she’s weaponizing it. And whoever gets to experience her tonight is in for a ride they won’t soon forget.