I'm not afraid of her finding Riven, I couldn't give less of a fuck.
What makes my chest tighten with pure possessiveness is knowing Riven is in there, relaxing and naked in my tub.
And this bitch is about to throw a fucking tantrum.
I move.
Before she can even touch the handle, my hand slams into the wall beside her head, stopping the door from opening.
I won't let her bother Riven.
I hear a sharp yelp from inside, I ignore it.
“Who is that?” Lira asks, venom dripping from every word. “Is she one of your whores?”
Rage flares through me instantly.
How dare—that fake-ass bitch—call Riven a whore.
My free hand shoots up, clamping over her injected lips, my nails digging into the overfilled skin.
“Don't ever call her that.”
Her eyes widen with a mixture of fear and jealousy. She pounds against my chest, but I barely register it.
The bathroom door opens beneath my palm.
Riven steps out wrapped in nothing but a towel clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Bathwater still beads across her skin, steam curling off her body. Her hair is damp, gathered into a messy bun.
Her mismatched—real—eyes sweep over the scene in an instant before hardening.
My breath catches as I take her in, Lira disappears from my mind completely.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You're going to be the death of me... and what a fucking way to go.”
Lira whines beneath my hand before finally managing to wrench herself free.
She rolls her eyes.
“What is happening here?” Riven asks, her voice hard, though I can tell she's trying to sound casual.
A deep rumble vibrates in my chest as she looks at Lira with nothing but pure indifference.
“Nothing. She was just about to get the fuck out.” I reply, taking a step closer to Riven.
I need to be close to her.
“The hell I am!” Lira shouts, jabbing a finger at Riven. “Who are you?”
“None of your fucking business.”
I practically watch the color drain from Lira's face.
A small smile tugs at my mouth as I look down at Riven, my eyes searching, mapping every inch of her face.
“Shut the fuck up.” Riven snarls.