The Captive Runaway Wife Of The Billionaire

r side, Sterling's harsh words echoing in her ears,

taminated. His chest heaved with a tightly suppressed, violent anger. He turned to face

e sto

olor had drained from it, leav

the stress, the fear, the raw, visceral humiliation of the last few hours. She

g on the polished marble floor. She was a mess of torn silk

flicker of something else. Something that might have been concern. He sa

t there was nothing in her stomach to come up. She dry heaved violently, her body shaking from the adrenalin

g the space, casting a long shadow over her. He s

g forehead. The humiliation was a physical thing, a hot flush that spread f

f a massive, freestanding marble bathtub for support

buc

d she tumbled backward, landing in a cr

crossed the room in two quick strides and sto

exposing the delicate line of her collarbone. She looked fragile

her knees and behind her back. With a strength t

. On pure instinct, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck to s

ady, rhythmic beat of his heart against her cheek. She could smell his scent-sandalw

g, his arms a steel cage around her. Then, he carried her out of

y on a king-sized bed. The dark silk sheets were cool a

and shot out, her fingers blindly grabbing his wrist. She was completely disoriented, los

slipped from the corner of her eye, tracing a path through

crack. He stared down at the woman on his bed-the woman he had secretly watched

is voice a rough, strained whisper. "Do y

rror of Harvey's hotel room, a chill that went bone-deep. She pulled him close

ntrol

s demanding, possessive, a raw expression of a long-suppressed hunge

hair, pulling him closer. It was a sensory overload-the taste of scotch and mint on his lips, the

et, his movements urgent, and presse

m with an excuse. This wasn't emotion. This wasn't a loss of control. This

inally broke, pounding against the floor-to-ceiling windo

side and the chaos within, letting the overwhelming