His Forbidden Obsessions

d above, casting its golden g

le floors, the clinking of champagne glasses-every sound

d gazes settling on me. The moment my heels click

hat..

wouldn't dare sho

look at

, how they lo

his house of wolves. Five years since I had been

shed into the shadows, licking my wounds in some

d to thrive in the very darkness they had thrown me into. I had sharpen

re I was, standing in the very den of the

voice drawled. "The pro

for just a fract

n his hands-Marcus Blackwood. My step-uncle. The man who rejected me, cast m

the ever-present air of quiet dominance. But there was someth

letting amusement d

thought a man of your stature

Just a little.

oser, his voice a quiet threat. "Just c

nd deliberate. O

had only j

er passed by, offering me a drink with an expression carefully ne

ttlefield, with alliances forged and bro

d once cooked over my innocence, now watching me like vultures circling a wounded

isappoint

uring glance or an encouraging smile. But I had long since given up on such naïve h

I said, swirling the champagne in my gla

k played on his l

did everything in your power to keep

g around his own glass. "You were nev

huckle. "How convenient for you. But tell me, Uncle, what

le, but I caught the way his sho

e low and dangerous, "we will ha

never leaving his. The game had begu

oria Lennox, my childhood rival and

barely veiled contempt. She had always been a step ahead of me in their world

th the grace of someone who had been trained in dec

my lips. "Victoria. It's been too long. How

It's been wonderful, actually. You know, some o

e," I countered smoothly. "But I

ck enough to cut with the very knife she

elody. Couples began to move toward the dance floor, the swirling skirts

tended a hand, a know

s. The dance had begun-both on the ballroom floor and in t

idea what I ha