Escaping The Billionaire's Deadly Surrogate Trap

side. She stumbled forward, her knees hitting the thick Persian rug with

mpletely killed the heavy bass from the club below. The on

lighting. Her gaze landed on the man sitting in the center of the

ane, her heart stopped beating. It felt like an invisib

, letting the wild red wig fall forward to cover her face. She pr

s. His eyes roamed over her body like a predator asse

t room. He mocked her, saying she looked like a terrified r

to tighten, dropping her voice into a raspy, unfamiliar reg

stood up. His expensive leather shoes made soft, h

then suddenly lifted the toe of his polished shoe,

ce was fully exposed to him. She bit the inside of her chee

His brow furrowed slightly, as if something didn't add up,

her wrist. He yanked her up from the floor with bru

t, trying to push him away. His other arm wrapped aro

heek. He inhaled deeply, then scowled in disgust, mutte

ved to the back of her neck. He tilted her head back

sion. He forced her lips apart, kissing her with

eath the nauseating perfume-it was identical to the woman from the hotel yesterday. His brow furrowed in deep confusion. Impossible, he thought, his min

re. She had suffered under his body just yester

lamped her teeth down hard on his lower lip. The sharp

ay. He lifted his thumb and wiped the blood from his mou

ily, her chest heaving. She glared at him like

blood off his lip. A low, dark chuckle rumbled in hi

k. With his back to her, he stated his terms in a voice made o

illion dollars. It was enough to disappear forever

in his eyes made her stomach turn. If she agreed, she

r palms they broke the skin. She stood up, looked him dead in the

is glass. He clearly had never been rejected by a

al glass down on the coffee table. The glass shattered, the sharp crack

her spine hit the wall. He ground his teeth together, warning her

eye contact. She forced the words out through her restricted windpi