Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Heir

ersian rug scraped again

ng to her skin-a scent that wasn't h

she couldn't control. It made her stomach clench. She kne

lur of opulent furniture and glittering surfaces. Far across the suite, floor

o the door. Each movement was a monumental ef

ing, and knocked an empty wh

glass was sharp and loud

the suite, a low growl answered. It was a r

est. A sliver of adrenaline cu

s not

s, his broad shoulders and the hard planes of his back muscles silhoue

f whiskey, and tilted it back, drinking straight from the neck. The muscl

behind a sofa, trying t

r of frustration, he hurled the bottle against the wa

ied gasp escape

an's head snapped in her direction

s deep gray eyes were like burn

ossed his wrists. They were old and deep,

gravelly rasp, laced with suspicion

ic moan was all that came out. Her body, desperate for relief from th

lumsy, pathetic seduction. A flicker

grew thick with his presence, a potent mix of expensive cedar

rcing her head up. He studied her, his gaze clinical and cold as i

ered, but as his skin touched he

ion in his posture

t the intruder, this woman, as if she were

sence of his hand, a desperate attempt to quell the heat consuming her

ntire body went rigid, the trem

hing else. Something deeper and darker. Desi

rrend

eld her tight against his chest, her fevered skin a balm agai

e world. There was only the sound of ragged breaths a

e woke to a body that ached and a head that pounded. The dr

ly carved as a Renaissance statue. But the deep furrow between his brows and th

shameful flashes. Fear, cold and sharp, p

per as her sore muscles protested. She gathered the scat

he burned his face into her memory-the

residential suite. She jabbed the elevator

ncurled. The deep line between his brows smoothed out. For the first