Stealing The Groom For Sweet Revenge

nk in the top-floor restroom of the Plaza Hotel. Her lungs pulled in shallow, ragged breaths. A foreig

ror had flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. The champa

door, a hushed giggl

five minutes. She won'

e reached out with trembling hands and twisted the brass faucet. Ice-cold w

the neckline of her silk evening gown. Her mind remained sharp, fueled by a spike of adrenaline that cut right through the phys

a shield.

f the room, swirling his whiskey, watching the Cantu family with a look of absolute, bored d

he dispenser. She scrubbed the water from h

ool carpet swallowed the sound of her heels. She kept her back straig

lting off her bones, the physical symptoms escalating, but her focus narrowed with de

the corridor. The presidential suite. She pulled

le

hit the wood twice mor

A wave of cool air, carrying the sharp scent

lack robe. His dark hair was messy, and his deep-set

r flushed chest, the erratic pulse at her

epped forward, letting her knees buckle just en

waist. The heat radiating from her skin seep

my door at this hour?" His voice was a low, gr

trembling with an unnatural, consuming he

of the Cantu f

t in his eyes darkened into something dang

steel bands. He lifted her off her feet

nged the room into

sive king bed. He stood over her, his hands sliding into the pockets

p and grabbed the collar of her ruined gow

om her throat. She reached her hand out, her fingers

es. He knew exactly what she was doi

, his hands pinning her wrists to the mattress. Hi

the suite swal