The Widow's Price: Owned By Adrien

d chemicals, her body burning up, her mind gone. Disgust curled in his gut-not

door and let Chloe Soto drag her sister th

g up his chest, tangling around hi

Adrien m

hoisting her up. She weighed nothing. She felt fr

m door open with his boot. The room was all marble a

nd set her down on the tiled floor. She looked up at him, daze

ndle and cranked it all t

her like a p

at bounced off the tile walls. She scrambled bac

ng as the icy spray soaked her bla

is expensive Italian loafers soaking up the water, unbothe

rists. The shock of the cold was doing its job. The haze in

r out of her lashes, and fin

edly crippled his own father. The ma

e tiles, her teeth beginning to chatter violently.

n," she

f the living," he said flat

roken only by the dripping of her dres

to every curve of her body. It was transparent in places it shouldn't be. He fe

grabbed a thick white towel from

Take the d

towel down, her fa

. He walked to the sink, checking his reflection. His hair was damp. "Unless

nothing to the imagination. Shame flus

ve anything else

the bathroom. A moment later, he returned and tossed

it

shirt. It was his.

she said, her v

low. "Just put the damn shirt on. Or would you prefer I help yo

The rustle of dry cotton. His imagination supplied the

," she sa

en t

id-thigh. The top two buttons were undone, revealing the hollow of her throat and th

nded on the main

We had a repo

ie. Chloe'

ing her against the sink. He put a finger to her lips. H

they find you here, wearing

ptoes, pressing back against the cold mirror, tra

gainst his finger. "Wh

couldn't tell her that she was the only thing in t

and the silent partner who owned half this estate's debt, Adrien's authority here was abso