Bound By Revenge: His Unwilling Wife

estricting oxygen just when she needed it most. She moved through the crowded b

a drink. She was look

her father's less reputable contacts. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo. He was dressed as a server, holding a tray of empty flutes, but his eyes were fixed on her with the predatory

d the money right here, in front of the donors, in front of the press. It would be the final n

a wall of paparazzi, their flashbulbs popping like strobe lights in a nightmare. Too public. Servic

silk, dropping the pretens

htly ajar, guarded by a velvet rope and a distracted security officer. The brass p

he. She ducked under the rope, flashin

ough to be convincing. Before the guard could check a list, she sl

replaced by the hum of aggressive air conditioning and the scent o

ing. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop her

andle turned ag

trying to fo

antically. It was empty, save for a figure sitting o

ma

An unlit cigar rested between his fingers. He radiated a terrify

Miss Steele," Vargo's voice hiss

ield. She needed a reason to be here. Her gaze locked on the silhouette again, and a jolt of re

didn't move, didn't even turn his head as she threw herself at him. This wa

face. His skin was cool, his jaw rigid as granite. She blocked his view of the door wit

hispered, the w

ed her li

t was a collision. A despera

l, his entire body radiating a sudden, violent tension. Sh

r fully opened.

d the kiss, trembling against the stranger

o st

of her neck. His fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head down, locking her mouth to his

aim. It was

. His other hand gripped her waist, his thumb diggi

voice shrinking. "Wrong ro

r click

leased her

neck with disdain. Cassidy scrambled off his lap, her legs failing her, collapsing onto

hed, staring at her kn

hi

that made her blood run cold. It wasn't the vo

oor-to-ceiling window, illuminat

or of a frozen ocean. A scar c

ley O

the sofa. This wasn't a savior. This was the man she had run from six year

and flicked it open, the flame dancing in his eyes. He

id of humanity. It was

m his lips. "You have five seconds to tell m