Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Heir

ersian rug scraped again

ng to her skin-a scent that wasn't h

r her, making her head spin and her stomach clench. Her visi

lur of opulent furniture and glittering surfaces. Far across the suite, floor

o the door. Each movement was a monumental ef

ing, and knocked an empty wh

glass was sharp and loud

hin the suite, a sharp, ragged breath a

est. A surge of pure panic cut

s not

hirt was open at the collar, his broad shoulders and tense s

r, poured amber whiskey into a fresh glass, and

behind a sofa, trying t

e set the heavy glass down firmly against the marble counter, his knuckles tur

ntary gasp esca

an's head snapped in her direction

s deep gray eyes were like burn

ong his wrist-a silent mark left be

low, gravelly rasp, tight with

nother surge of vertigo robbed her of her voice. Weak and trembl

like an intentional intrusion. A flic

ous. Up close, the lines of chronic exhaustion and

iercing gaze sweeping over her pal

, but as his fingers gently steadied her tre

ion in his posture

red at the intruder, this woman, as if

d closer toward the steady, grounding coolness of his hand. Her f

ire body went rigid, the violent t

followed by a sudden, overwhelming stillness. In the grip of hi

refully lifted her from the floor, carrying her away from

ling them off from the chaotic n

sky, Chloe woke with a throbbing headache, though

ly carved as a Renaissance statue. But the deep furrow between his brows and th

her. Panic flared sharp and clear-she didn't be

dge of the bed, carefully smoothing

his face into her memory-the dangerous strang

residential suite. She jabbed the elevator

ncurled. The deep line between his brows smoothed out. For the first