The Disgraced Heiress's Deal With The Devil

her onto the center of the king-sized mattress. The mo

f her ruined evening gown, the expensive fabric now feeling like a suffocating layer of fire. The

hands, to throw this stranger out. But the moment he created distance between them, the excruciating, maddening

Driven by pure, chemical desperation, her hand reached out into

urged through Everet's system. The agonizing noise in his

gripping his wrist. His abyssal eyes da

w his icy skin was the only thing keeping her from burning alive. She pressed her hot, trembling lips again

t her lips. His large hand grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to look up into his

ortlessly pinning her wr

ross the floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside, the only sounds w

e. She clung to the terrifying stranger above her, her nails instinctively digging into the hard muscles of his

For the first time in six excruciating months, he didn't need a

d through the heavy

compared to the crushing soreness of her body. Memories of the night before crashed into her mi

, his chiseled, marble-like features radiated a terrifying, untouchable dominance. His

flesh and blood had sold her to an old monster just to fund her stepsister's lavish life, and now she was lying in a stranger's bed, completely ruined

fully, millimeter by millimeter, l

carpet. She looked around frantically. Her evening go

ite shirts hung impeccably. She grabbed one and hastily pulled it on. T

d-a platinum money clip resting next to a million-dollar Patek Phi

tion struck her. Everet Adams. The "Living Hades" of Wall Street

lood running cold. She ha

sh, no ID. Just a tube of lipstick th

g hands, she scribbled: I'm sorry. I was drugged. She hesitated, then adde

f the bedroom, her heart pound

tor dinged. Liam Vance, the head of security, stepped out holding a classified dossier. He c

and entered the suite, walki

bare, his dark eyes staring fixedly at the empty spot beside him. The pristin

e" had r

ad the trembling handwriting

heck on the incident downstairs last night. Silas Thorne was tearing the hotel apart loo

per. Slowly, a dark, chillingly

crushed the paper in his fist, his voice dropping to a freezing, absolute comm