Trapped By The Billionaire's Dark Obsession

o the sprawling Tribeca penthouse. The dull ache in

pened the bottom drawer of the custom walk-in closet, unlocked a hidden compart

awer just as foot

sual apron over his designer t-shirt, holding a spatula. A

home," C

ound her in a tight, possessive hug. He buried

her weight ag

firm in Brooklyn," she lied smoo

ed her forehead, his h

t that job, Chels. My trust fund i

. She stiffened her spine, playing the part of the p

on. I don't want people to th

o his savior complex. He grabbed her hand and pul

to the two perfectly seared Tomahaw

e Bordeaux. Her stomach tightened. The romantic setup screa

ine. He handed one to her, his ey

her waist, his muscles tensing as he prepared to lift her

ous physical activity echoed in her head. She absolutely could not ris

c laugh and firmly planted her feet, gently twistin

c of her dress. "I've been running around the city all day. I'm covered in subway gr

pped closer, closing the distance she had just created. His warm lips pressed against the sen

he front door suddenly e

ard and slid away from his embrace, her f

ation. He turned his h

just walking in

foyer. He held a bottle of vintage Macallan whiskey in o

y, shrugging off his tailored suit jacket. "Thoug

canned the living room and lo

d Cason, wearing the same washed-out cott

ide the whiskey bott

rated. A suffocating, dead sil

p in temperature, smiled. He walked forward a

, Jax," Cason s

ready to snap. His eyes, dark and predatory, bypassed

bed the fabric of Cason's sleeve, hiding half her

back and pulle

lsea," Cason said, his voice full of pr

n like a physical blow. The tem

d toward the kitchen, his heavy foot

n on the marble island. The deafenin

He leaned over the counter, h

y to crawl your way into his bed?" Jackson a

red with instant fury. He stepped in fr

s wrong with you