Bound To The Apex Predator's Obsession

l in Manhattan was packed with old money. It was a join

ght-blue tuxedo, holding a flute of champagne. His face was carved from

re had been eating away at his insides. The urge to throw her over hi

wn. She wore a flawless, camera-ready smile, positioning he

fabric of his tuxedo sleeve. "Dance with me, Holmes," she mur

d in Holmes' eyes. He took a sharp step to th

nly she could hear. "If you ever use the press to pull a cheap stunt

t slack. She stared at the ruthless monster in fron

mperature. To save face, Brandon forced a stiff, unn

ant, pushed through the crowd. He stepped up to

hed over the rim of the glass, staining his

e suppressed rage he had been holding back all day explo

ate motion. The crystal base made absolutely no sound against the metal, but the sheer, suffocating aura of violence radiating from him made the

hal it nailed her feet to the floor. She watched in humiliation

oved his driver out of the way. He slid i

. The tires screamed, burning rubber against t

nd, he ripped his bowtie loose and tore open the top two buttons of

d her phone off. Her credit card just pinged a

pill-standing in a den of wolves wearing God

night traffic. He blew through three red lights, ignor

the redline. The sheer, blinding panic of losing

med on its brakes, skidding sideways and blo

en they saw the emblem on the hood and the murderous

ke the keys. Flanked by his security team, he

teeth. The stench of cheap alcohol, sweat, and vom

dies on the dance floor. His eagle eyes s

him, terrified by the aura of pure

on the second floor. His pupils contr

for two years. She was wearing a scrap of b