Bound By The Tycoon's Dark Love

destroyed them in there." A male colleague leaned in

d nothing to ease the sudden tightness in her chest. The bass from the lounge's sound system th

." she said, smoothly dodging his a

glasses echoed through the lounge, sounding unnervingly like a gunshot. The noise sliced through Chloe's composure. He

. Her gaze cut through the shifting shadows of the dancing crowd

rom her face so fast she felt dizzy. Ten years of

e lines of his jaw were unmistakable. He was casually flipping a silver windproof lighter open and cl

ed violently. The ice cubes in her glass clinked ag

not stop to apologize. She grabbed her leather handbag from the st

he crisp Manhattan autumn wind hit her face, but it co

tically waved her arm at the passing traffic, const

ront of her. She yanked the door open

please," she told the dr

uckles turned completely white. Her stomach cramped. She kept telling herself it w

n Brooklyn Heights. She shoved a twenty-dollar bill at the

man, trying to ground herself in the

he button for the twelfth floor. She watched the

lway was lined with thick, sound-absorb

nts, fumbled with the keys. She tried to insert the key into the lock, but her hand shook so violently

em up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a

lyzed her muscles. She slowly raised her head and

her apartment door. He held an unlit cigarette betwe

Her spine hit the opposi

e a faint brushing sound against the carpet a

ed with a hint of tobacco hit her face, inst

to leave, but her dry throat only p

ped around her jaw with absolute precision. He fo

ent a violent shudder down her spine. The humilia

re right next to her ear. His ho

" he whispered. His voice was low, raspy, a

is grip. He immediately wrapped his other

he key into the lock with practiced ease. The lock clicke