Bound By Contract: The Possessive CEO's Bride

bare feet hit the cold sand. The sharp grains dug into the open cu

line of black Maybachs p

tantly. They pulled tactical flashlights from their be

up to shield her eyes.

s voice was devoid of any human emotion. His r

he air made Kaylee's mu

waves. His broad back was turned to her. He held a cigar between his fingers. The tip glowed

n slowly turned around. The h

racted. Her breath h

st Blackwell. The Wall Street tyrant she had seen from afar while

ed at her the way one might look at a pile of washed-up seawe

king drifted from the direc

panic in Kaylee's chest. She pushed pas

d her back. A sharp, tearing pain ripped through her shoul

silhouette. "Mr. Blackwell! Please help me!"

irritated him. He raised his hand and made

pplied more pressure to her

to the ground, refusing to be moved. Her brain worked frantically. Begg

ragged breath. H

op of her lungs. "You need a wife

lent. The only sound w

she had lost her mind. The grip o

hovered in the air. He turned his head and final

tance between them in seconds. A massive, intimidati

d hard. Her thr

that vibrated in her chest. "Give me one reason why I shouldn'

et his piercing gaze. Her body was trembling violently f

th chattering. "I have no complicated social circles. I will o

henever you want! I will never cling

ervingly bright in the darkness. Something deep inside his chest-a p

hone vibrated in the pocke

. The screen lit up with

through Ernest's eyes. He hit the re

walked over quickly and lowered his head. "Boss, the family elders j

ked. The relentless pressure to marry and Genevieve's constant ho

ed at her the way a predator evaluates a piec

p prickle. But she kept her chin raised. She

ips. He tossed the half-smoked cigar into the i

nd shrugged off

The jacket smelled of expensive cologne and was radiating