The Unwanted Wife And Her Billionaire Protector

und of its lock engaging echoing in the silent room. The air smelled o

dim light filtering through the curtains, she saw the silhouette of a man sitting

her reason. She saw the man's shape, his broad shoulders, and her d

, her voice raw. She grabbed the front of h

felt a wave of cold disapproval radiate from

id, his voice lo

e stumbled back toward him, her body screaming for a release she didn't un

r away again, paused as it brushed against her feverishly

annoyance. This woman wasn't drunk. She'd been drugged.

ds fumbled uselessly at the buckle of his belt. "Please," she so

tear-streaked face. Something inside him, a cold, d

tered, more to hi

s he hauled her toward the en-suite bathroom. He forced her under the shower, turning the dial to freezing cold. She shrieked, the icy water shocking her system, but he held her there, a stone wall against her frantic struggles, until the violent heat in her blood began to subside. It to

p in the curtains, hitting Katrina's eyes. She woke to a se

ight flooded back, fragmented and shameful

er. His wide, muscular back was covered

rom the bed, her movements careful. As she reached for her cloth

Grand Complication, its platinum

the down payment on their apartment. It was a piece available only to a sele

the clothes draped over a chair. A bespoke suit from Savile Row, id

l blow. Dallas, with his new-money insecurities and tight-fi

She had slept with someone from a wor

tirred, a low groan

ulling it on with frantic, clumsy fingers. She didn't bother

the hallway seemin

was deep, raspy with sleep, and he

ton, her whole body trembling, and collapsed against the c