Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge

red, replaced by a silence so expensive it felt like pressure against the eardrums. He didn't reach for the light switch. He did

thing wa

nted air conditioning, there was a foreign smell. It w

he gloom, scanning the floor-to-ceiling w

itself from the he

e felt the vibrations in her fingertips. She forced her knees to lock, refusing to slide down to the floor. In h

oad shoulders and the predatory stillness of his

dark water. Before her brain could fire the signal

her throat as he slammed her back against

n," King said. His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through the

the light, and he knew she was the exile, th

hand came up, not to claw at him, but t

r Creek Rehab Center," she whispered, her voice trembling but clear. "An

is security system would have already scanned the device, confirming its contents were encrypted and likely tied to a dead man'

that

ing like copper in her mouth. "If I don't w

He released her abruptly and stepped back. Th

her vision cleared, King was walking toward the wet bar as if he hadn't just thre

ne in Utah and learned blackmail

rough against her skin compared to the luxury surrounding her. "I learned to use whatev

it, his fingers brushed hers. His skin was warm, hers was ice

e said, taking a sip of his

burned all the way down, settling like a hot stone in her e

but he also saw the desperation in her eyes. It intrigued him. Prest

took the glass from her hand and set it on the table be

s," King said softly.

th hitched. "W

cheap fabric of her shirt, feeling the tension in the muscles

ng in the air, hea

ng her frumpy and unlovable, flashed through her mind. This m

is, there was

his gaze. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her li

her linger there, tasting

her skull. He pulled her head back and kissed her, hard

panes, but the sound was lost under the fric

e through her fear. She was sleeping with the enem

tood by the window, wrapped in a dark robe, smoking a c

pulling the silk sheet up to her chin. The

ume of smoke. He

morning," he said. His voice was devoid of emotion. "Y

er grip on the shee

a black credit card onto

said. "The one I'm planning. A reminder of your purpose