Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

r hands shook violently as she slowly bent down

oward the floor-to-ceiling window. He pulled a cigar from a humidor,

or. With stiff, freezing fingers, she peeled off her to

ured a dangerously plunging neckline that left almost nothing to the imagination. The dress had no zipper in the

silk strings, but her fingers were trembl

stood there, cigar clamped between his teeth, his dark eyes

d up beh

. His hot breath brushed against the sensitive skin of her

lk straps. A violent shiver wrecked through her. He pulled the string

olded perfectly to her narrow waist and th

ice. He didn't care that she was barefoot. He dra

nts in the foyer immediately dropped their heads, staring

pair of towering, rhinestone-encrusted hig

roughly over Elie's shoulders, completely cove

y were at least a size too large. The hard material made her feet

in the pouring rain. A bodyguard held a mas

slid in right after her. The heavy door slammed

estate, gliding smoothly toward

hter around herself. The fabric was saturated with his scent-a sharp, co

o look at him. She ha

to see?" she asked, her

ush leather seat. He crossed his

he said, his ton

her stomach. Everyone in New York knew Mortimer Finch. He was

d toward him, her e

rt for him?" she demanded,

loser to her. His long fingers reached out an

f," Ebert mocked. "You aren't an

ly slapped h

won't go," she s

led. It didn't budge. The central locki

with absolute calm. He a

ing an experimental targeted therapy a

hand dropped fro

s voice like ice. "It is currently sitting on the desk of a senior i

chest. They were two sharp knives, instantly sever

usands of dollars. Because of the strict immigration laws, her uncle's visa was the o

y went limp. She collapsed back into the leat

A hollow, broken la

er," she whispered