Stealing My Foolish Brother's Beautiful Bride

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shopping bag cut into my fi

sneakers for my fiancé, Kenned

pped into his hotel suite's walk-i

. Then the doo

w gap between the closet d

man on top was Kennedy. The woman beneath him, moan

stifle a scream. I forced myself

er voice saccharine with false worry. "You're about to

ven let me touch her. Too much work, always playing hard to

rcles on his chest. "But what

to her stomach, and growled, "Marry her? That's just for show. Yo

ilthier, punctuated by dirty

heir words, their betrayals. When they finally stumbled into the bathroom for rou

yal searing my chest. I didn't care where

was collapsing onto a sto

Everything blurred. The lights, the sounds, the fa

to me, bringing with him the faint scent

mumbled to

sh glass of whiskey appeared in front of

le next to my ear. "Drinking alone

I saw a blurred but sharp, imposing jawline

se. He took the empty glass from my hand and gestur

lips almost brushing his ear. "You look like you have st

I felt a large, scorching hand on the small of my back.

ght was a blur of

rising. The click of a hotel room door opening and closing. T

e, his body a

y pulse, while his fingers worked the butt

n hands clawing at his s

s he pushed the fabric aside,

ils digging int

et blue eyes burning with something feral,and then hi

his hand trailed lower, traci

nst my ear, a rough whispe

imbs, ragged breaths, and the raw, punishing rhythm o

dder came, I let t

My head throbbed, and my entire body ach

ing I saw was an unfamiliar, luxurious hotel ro

ling a canvas of dark marks and bruises across my s

bare torso was a landscape of broad

e move, because he

elt every drop of blood

e, and a handsome, arrogant face I'd s

Blake F

" of Chicago's pro hockey

damn fiancé's

yes locking onto me, as if he could see right through me. His vo

, sister