r body was warm and strange. He walked through the minimalist, modern living room and unceremon

commanded, even though sh

air of arms wrapped around his waist from behind, with surprising force. Her che

cles tensed

f his heart. Even under the influence of drugs, her acting talent still knew how to portray utter helplessness. Her clumsy hands groped for the

the final straw that

e wall with his body, his hands flat on the cold wooden board on either side of her head, trapping her. Their bodies

er. She hated how this stranger's touch had made Cassie's body so yearn for it. She also hated herself-hated Evelyn's

o feel ashamed or fortuna

sts of frenzied whispers, the ripping of fabric, and

the suite's panoramic windows, bathin

yes, and every muscle in her new body throbbed with a strange, aching ache. She blinked,

he sharp lines of his face softened. His dark hair lay disheveled on the white pi

eelings and instincts. A wave of humiliation washed over me, ho

ender, pale, with a faint purple hickey on her collarbone. This wasn't Evelyn Reed's body. Her body

ad. But she wasn't. She was alive in this

strategist. This is not a d

ent was merely a pawn, a victim thrown into the wolf's den. But what if they had

the blade in her hand. This man, this ruthless billionaire, was exactly wha

y, replaced by her increasingly familiar, cold, scrutinizing gaze. There was no ten

ly. She simply sat up and calmly and solemnly covered herself wit

rough, but firm. "I guess

ust looked at her, his

he continued, deliberately emphasizing

a mocking sneer than a cold smile. "Is this part of you

is mind. She dangled her legs off the edge of the bed, trying to stand up, but a wav

sped and instinctively grabbed his shoulders. He ignored her, his expression serious

g. He didn't gently put her down. He stepped into the

hot no

er under th

p within her throat. It was a punishment, a purification, a pure and contemptuous force. The last vestiges of

s, her heart racing, not from fear, b

tch ha