The Coldhearted Billionaire's Violent Possession

was too thick. It tasted like expensive champagne,

against the silk-lined wall. Her lungs burned. Every time she tried to tak

ustom couture. But she couldn't leave. The final notice from the hospital billing department was burning a hole in her

ssive crystal cha

. Tw

rnous room, and the entire ballroom plun

of dropped crystal glasse

h the panicked bodies. She knew the layout of the estate. She knew Channing retreated

ny banister. Her heart hammered against her sternum. The image of her mother's pale

llway. Her fingers found the heavy brass h

t open and s

he moon filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It cast a harsh silhouette of

arwood and sharp bergamot. The custom cologne t

r, making her knees w

ely silencing her footsteps. She crossed the room, her desperation overrid

s tightly around his narrow waist. She pressed

ntire body

cles beneath his tailored suit jacket

er. She was too focused on th

of his jacket, her voice trembling. "You've been ignoring me all nigh

ch-black room was the sudden, heavy shift of his breathing. The air

bolder. She slid her hands up his chest, her palms flattening agai

hing turn

ice-cold hand clamp

raped against her delicate skin, sending a violent, unfamiliar shiver

She pressed her warm lips to the back of his neck, inhaling

breathed against his s

ion was e

ent, a heavy hand gripped her hip, and she was shoved backward. Her sp

but the body caging her in was rad

le g

head in place. His rough thumb dragged across her lower lip-the same lip t

him, the terrifying aura of absolute authority-t

mpered, trying to twist h

her mouth, the man's grip on her

t and smelled of expensive whiskey. She could feel the

kle of a security radio shattered th

nerators!" a voice y

candal would give his family the perfect excuse to cut him off. She gr

d," she begged in

. It was a laugh. A cruel, mocking laugh that se

ver laughed

e, the heavy mechanical hum of

ier above them buzz

rsh light floo

en glare. When she opened them, her vision blu

g. The blood in her vein

looking a

dark gray eyes of Constantine Warner. The true head of the Warne