Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon
eo's
ouse was
Macallan catching the city lights below. New York throbbed with life-a symphony of c
ars at my command. And yet, here I was,
sible heels clicked across marble.
turn. "
Parisian runway, speaks three languages. M
l tumbler chilled my
Long legs, pouty lips, eyes that promised lust. They knew the deal. A ni
r something-a spark, a fli
e syllable shatt
ated. "Shall
und the glass. Somewhere in this godforsaken city, there
th true wealth-low lighting glinting off crystal glasses, murmured conversations worth millions, t
g like a countdown to nothing, when her voice
ON'T! You
urn
orce to make the bartender wince. Wild dark hair tumbled over bare shoulders, her cheeks flushed wit
ightened aro
fool in a knockoff Armani suit thinking h
ng before
grinding beneath my fingers. "The lady
face-until recognition hit. Hi
nough for him to sme
ve.
ambled
t startlingly clear beneath the club's dim lights. Now that
Just smooth skin flushed with honest emotion, lips bitten pink rather tha
the kind of woman who belonged
rebellious dark lock behind one ear. The simple gesture exposed t
led low
y teeth. Wa
with complications
-but not without one last warning. "Litt
muttered retort carried just enough def
blood-red. I didn't look back, but I felt her-the unsteady click of heels, the intox
nt littl
e still following
her voice quieter now but still edged with that irresistible d
ead minutes ago now gazed up at me with eyes like fractured amber. Moonlight caught on the delicate slope of her bare sho
es off her skin. The urge to
ale. "Where's your p
ead. "They all
ex's be
es and wounded hearts-wanted promises written in the stars. The
nd something primal
er than I intended, "you don'
e still burned beneath the hu
ithout humor. "Fo
pped closer, her fingers brush
u
g just enough pressure to make her puls
her breath warm against my jaw. "A
, and years of ironcla
Not since my ex-wife's betrayal had taught me the danger of intimacy. Lips
more for myself than her. My fingers tangle
d my lower lip-a playful challenge that sent fire straight
caped me. So the
rning tomorrow," I murmure
*
ella
madness possessed m
arried switchblades and a grudge against the world. Maybe it was the vodka still burning through my veins, blurring Damon's
s met, lightning a
e my breath, his broad hands gripping my hips hard enough to brand me. I could fe
k t
dled with kid gloves. I was wildfire
nk into his
esh as something dangerous flashed in his gaze. "Careful, little
ighting in the way his bo
matter how desperately my fingers clawed at his belt, he refused to give in. His clever hands br
ed, my voice bre
ked smile that promised bo
deep timbre of his voice vibrating through
with need. When his strong hands tossed me onto the silk sheets,
his powerful frame. My wrists were shackled above my head with one effortless hand,
ding shivers down my spine. "Where are you
ght of forgetting. But the command in his voice, the possess
hip, fingers pressing i
pered, arching agai
e like smoke. "Do you have any i
me..." The words spilled out unbidden,
he
was an inferno. His body claimed mine in a single
ul stroke pushing me toward oblivion. It was punishment and worship, agony a
errifying truth burned brighter than t
*
bed and the sound
n vivid detail-his hands on my skin, my nails scraping down his back, the way I'd begged fo
ng fingers through tang
to a stranger's penthouse and let him ruin her in
The caller ID froze my breath-St. Mary's Orp
o my own ears, my vo
calm had shattered into something
my veins. "W
"The tests came back... It'
is crayons with me during my darkest days, who call
sob I couldn't afford to r