BOUNDED TO THE BILLIONAIRE.

g the faint scent of rain and th

lair estate, Vivienne Voss inhal

ass and steel loomed before her-

e to most. But she was

simple: kill L

pistol, the weight of the gun f

eath and every muscle in her body was attuned to the t

ing the Sinclair estate. Securi

very inch of the property. Slipping pa

the estate's expansive grounds

y points, but she had already accounted for them. Using a remote device strapped to her wrist, she trigge

, rolling into a crouch. From here, she had a direct view into the study, where he was supposed to be. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows p

nclair wa

just as

he lifted the sniper rifle she

The engraved bullet gleamed in the moonlight. His name, L. Sinclai

al br

hen the lights went out. Darkness swallowed the estate in an i

nstincts kicking in before tho

and using the momentum to flip

rifle skidded across the balc

it

sting her arm in a brutal hold. The gun in her other hand was useless-he had knocked it aside

d with amusement, whi

ring when yo

n Sin

, but he was stronger than she e

oor with an infuriating level of

maddeningly casual despite the s

rom his grasp. Pain flared, the hand shifting to a different posi

knee into

, a flash of something dangerous

ut it was gone in an instant, r

lunged for

n was

n, he kicked the weapon across

ed, feinting left before strikin

ersistent," he noted, his voice a

in the dim light as she slashed at him-but he anticipated it again, twistin

or his life before. Someone trained

e, unease slither

ore she could counter, he flippe

r body as he straddled her, pi

it was useless. He was

grip tightened just slightly,

She glared up at him, br

rip remained firm, but he tilted his h

. She was waiting- calculating. He could see it in her eyes. She wasn

e asked, voice st

id not

ght slightly, pressing his knee

enough to crush, but enough to

ntinued, his tone almost conver

I assume this isn

irk despite the pressure against

on. "And you have an attitude for someone who's abo

m, but she didn't fight. Not yet. Sh

between them. He could feel her

sweat at her temple. He had int

ne was tru

the way most people were wh

her weapons lay discarded. "You should

waver. "Not my fault you

time, there was something shar

you're the one

ned, but she h

is head. "That'

ut she didn't take the bait. N

rest

. A quick strike, a clean

A hesitation. Barely there, b

ngers flexing against her wrists

he murmured, leaning in ju