My Fake Husband Is A Ruthless CEO

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ing for a light switch. The smooth, cool surface offered no purchase,

, masculine voice murmured, deep an

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She pushed off the frame, her legs feeling like

a distant, silent witness. The voice of his grandfather, Cornelius, crackled with impatience t

sharp intake of breath-pricked his awareness. He turn

ed, a dizzying spiral of black on black

e. She was enveloped in the scent of expensive cologne and cl

ush away, but her limbs refused to obey. The drug had turned her muscles to wat

unmistakable-a potent, high-grade aphrodisiac. He clamped a hand around he

boomed from the phone, suddenly alight with

sk of cold fury. He ende

the dark closing in. The hotel corridor, the dense silence-it stirred something deep and nameless beneath the chemical fog, a ghost of old terror she couldn't grasp. She c

shifted, charged with a d

to him, her fingers digging into the fabric of his suit jacket as if he were the only solid thing in a collapsing

. Benedict's back hit the arm of the sofa with a

breath, hot and sweet, ghosted over the sensitive skin above his pulse point. The steady, rh

an iron fortress, b

coffee table, a last, desperate attempt to

glass, she bit him. Her teeth, not sharp but insist

ted lust shot through him. Ever

of shattering crystal was sharp, violent, but it failed to penetrate the fog surrou

er head, his fingers tangling in her soft hair, stilling her chaotic, desperate bites. He tilted her face up, forcing her glazed eyes to meet his. For a suspended heartbeat, he simply looked at her-at

e to walk away," he rasp

per, a sound of pure, unadulterated need t

indows. The sound of tearing fabric and harsh, ragg

ried her from the living room into the dark expanse of the bedroom. Each

f pain, quickly followed by a sob of pleasure, was torn from her lips. She wep

lowered his head and brushed his lips agains

im. A flash of lightning illuminated her face, tear-streaked and peaceful in exhaust

a merciless blade of light. Aliana woke to a pain that felt as if every bone

ss her waist. A man's a

as a stranger. His profile was perfect, carved from stone,

The overwhelming, terrifying pleasure. She remembered the feeling of being trapped,

e had do

and acidic. She clamped a hand ove

er legs trembled violently as she slid off the bed. She snatched her torn dress

ainst the nightstand. A heavy g

tirred, a low groan

ird trapped in a cage. She grabbed her purse, her hee

hallway, not daring to look back. She jabbed the elevator

with a soft chime. S

isked a glance back down the corri

out completely. She slid down the cool metal wall to

ke Benedict completely. He sat up, the silk sheet po

dangerous glint enter

ss. He reached out, his fingers brushing the cool, empty space where she had lain. A strange, possessive ache tightened

t the mark of innocence his grandfather would have prized, but the evide

not a suitable match. She was a mystery. And Bene

his voice cold and commanding. "The woman fro