her to the leather seat. She could smell the whiskey on his breath-sour and cloying-mixing with his usual cologne. In the enclosed space of the car, it was overwhelming. She d

e Mr. Wallace could even open the door, his grip on her arm relentless. He half-dragged, half-carried her

ress absorbing the impact. She immediately scrambled backward, pushing herself up against the headboard,

r voice shaking despite her efforts

light. The fury was still there, a dark fire

made each word precise and sharp. "I am not

was a cheap replica, arguing with the collect

ere gasolin

oared, his voice echoing i

that gave him ownership. He tore at his tie, ripping it from h

g certainty, that she cou

mething placating. "You smell like a distillery.

ed her. A cruel smile touched his lips.

y of protest muffled against his chest. He ignored her struggles, carrying

kicked the glass door of the walk-i

king them both. The shock of it made her gasp, her dress clinging t

wasn't a kiss of passion. It was an act of possession. Cold water streamed over them, but his body was

steam-proof mirror on the opposite wall. Their reflection was a dark, tangled mess in the dim light-his large fram

whisper against the pounding water. "Look, Halle.

n the arms of a man who was looking right through her, seeing someo

scream, she shoved him back with all her might. The move surprised him, giving her a precious second of freedom. She s

t at him. She hurl

he expensive fragrance exploded into t

bathroom door, her voice raw. "We are ge

en a low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. It was the sound of a predator enjoying the