Ruthless Obsession

sion. But she didn't. Instead, she stood there, letting the heat of his fingers linger on her jaw, her pulse betraying her with every rapid beat. His green eyes darkened

ll claim you. You are mine." Naomi's breath hitched. She should have thrown the contract in his face. Laughed. Walked away. But she didn't. Instead, she met Julian's gaze, searching for any hint of hesitation. There was none. "You really think I'd sign this?" she asked, forcing a scoff. Julian stepped closer, his presence wrapping around her like a shadow. "I think you're more curious than you'd like to admit." His fingers traced the edge of the paper, his touch dangerous, deliberate. "You wouldn't be standing here if you didn't want to know what it would feel like," he whispered. Naomi's grip tightened on the contract. "You talk a big game, Saint Clair," she said, voice steady. "But men like you always have limits." Julian's smirk vanished. And in its place, something darker emerged. "Try me." Temptation Wears a Suit Naomi swallowed hard. The room was suddenly too quiet, the walls pressing in. She could walk away. She still had that option. But Julian wasn't just offering power. He was promising complete and utter destructio