Rise of the Scorned Heiress

s awake. Judging by her outfit, she was well-to-do. Yet, despite his efforts to remain detached, he couldn't help but notice the roughnes

her, Hawke felt a twinge of something unfamiliar s

"Get dressed," he repeated, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "My driver will take

sounded

use

there.” Her lower lip

. Not without doing

ious now, there was almos

caress his jaw again, pull

're making

oluntary shudder ran th

If I'm going to make another

you're

as only putti

n't kno

aving me, a stranger. If you kick me out, I won't go home. That's how bad

with me?” his eyes flicker

ppose

e couldn't deny the growing heat between them…and he wante

his lips against hers. He would

onsuming them both as they succumbed to the un

macy thickening around them. Nora closed her eyes t

d,” she whispered

do y

lting up her chin for a

over on its axis before

and overwhelmed me. There was sorrow in it, there was caution, but most

experience t

er, pulling off her dress, and went down t

l, there was no stopping now. She stretched against him, pressing her

st deep and she shuddered. He tast

a care, tugged it and ripped it a

oice was grating now, heavy and ful

ou think,” s

d fondling her boobs that now spilled out of the g

my waist," he comman

ed, moving in perfect harmony as they lost th

re and Nora Sterling gave herself completel

*

ed open. Memories of the night before f

her as she reached out for the stranger who saved her

to replace the

paper in her hand a

the first letter of h

thinking, sleepin

y longer, the sudden, loud ring of her p

for it in

he line. Nora's stomach churned with a mixture of guilt and

he stammered, her voice barely abo

dripping with thinly veiled contempt. "You better not embarrass us. The dress you picked will be wa

er's touch, his scent, his voice, everything about him was imprinted in her brain. She

w gown, feeling slightly annoyed. Stares fr

, tight gown with an even more revealing one. Even walking was a struggl

great da

y weddi

nge and unreal comi

aring that provocative dress. “Oh Miss Sterling, we've been

his gown and into my

adjusting her makeup and hair, their

ng expensive flowers in front of the huge building looming before her. With a

oice barely above a whisper. With one last glance back, she ste

you loo

le T

his presence was a small comfort. As he ext

ed, his voice barely audible over the soft st

ing heavily on her shoulders. She knew he was right, knew that h

ck, her voice choked with emo

e only one in the family who truly c

pictures silently, their cameras flashing as they captured

pearance as a heiress, a momentou

he aisle, her eyes met Sean's,

iful, my dear w

, my husba