violent, and utterly
ed the bitter, rich heat of high-proof bourbon, the phantom smoke of tobacco, and
re body went r
ensory reality of her-the soft, trembling curve of her lips, the fragrance of white gardenias clinging to her skin, the d
n groan rumbled dee
r narrow waist, pulling her upward until she was seated squarely on his muscular thighs. His mouth opened aga
hint of her earlier wound, his thumb pres, the world dissolved int
ck Coleman like a
his hands gripping her shoulders and shoving her back agai
zing with a feral, terrifying heat he hadn't felt in a decade. A vein pu
ild, her lips swollen, flushed, and parted. A brilliant
e seconds, Mr. Cox," she taunted softly, he
g back, running a trembling hand through his hair
om. She pointed a trembling, bloodstained finger at the floor beneath them. "Last night, on the fifteen
he air in the penthouse p
did yo
had no paper trail for the organ plot yet; accusing Cristine of murder without evidence would only make her sound hysterical. She still ne
wore my custom veil. Branson had her pinned to the couch, bragging about how stupid and blind
hem forward, tossing the
er private jets and her charity galas, while she laughs behind your back and fucks my fian
lace on the table. The silenc
ropped until the air felt brittle enough to snap. His hands slowly
ved his encrypted satellite phone,
in
, Bo
uite 1502, the electronic lock audit trails, and the service elevator logs between 23:00 hours
. Give me f
to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the silver expans
ing from this man was terrifying. Branson was an arrogant boy playing with his father's trust fu
rty seconds later, t
ruggedized, military-spec tablet in his hands. Withou
tapped t
crystal-clear, captu
robe, slipped through the threshold. Branson Mccullough met her at the door, pulling
om, carrying Gisela's veil, intentionally grinding the delicate lace be
s the glass, pausing on Cris
rl out of duty to an old family tragedy, poured tens of millions into her med
erous viper, sliding into the bed of the man who
en he turned around to face Gisela, h
bsolute resolve of an apex pre
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