The Jilted Wife's Comeback: Saving My Son

n's mind. It was a sound of intent, of clinical purpose, and it sliced

to pinpricks of ice. The last vestiges of the sentimental mir

o weakness, staged a violent rebellion against the sedative. Ever

er hand moved, her fingers about to slip beneath the waistband of his t

shot out and closed around

her lips as she felt the delicate bones in her wrist grin

absolute it was terrifying. It was the look of a predator that

ow, gravelly whisper that promis

fluid, brutally efficient maneuver, a piece of combat training she never knew he possessed. He u

, she was slammed back against the

. With one hand, he captured both of her wrists and forced them above her head, pinning th

fury. His eyes raked over her, stripping awa

, his voice dripping with contempt. "A common corpora

mated him. Horribly. She had seen the CEO, the businessman, and

uggles only served to press their bodies closer together. The friction sent a wa

slowness up her chest to her neck. His thumb rested on the frantic puls

a silken threat. "Or I will throw you from this

or a way out. Revealing her identity was not an optio

m off balance. She forced a laugh, a s

voice laced with mockery. "Can't handle a woman

, and the pressure on her throat increased, not en

were inches from her mask. "I'm goi

bon holding her mask in place. He hooked a finger

ace and trusting smile, flashed through her mind. A

up and sank her teet

pensive fabric of his shirt, tasti

his lips. His grip on her wrists

all she

knee, and drove it upward with all he

bilitating hit, but the force of the blow still caught him on

ding on the thick carpet in a crouch. She scrambled backward, putting the coff

like a cornered animal, as he slowl