red clay, baking the air until i

ainst the tearing pain in her wrist. She tossed the neo

n right hand to grip

a violent, agonizing jolt of pain sho

red the net, landing

stands let out cru

eat rolled down her temples, stinging her eyes. But s

side of the court. He didn't

her wrist, which was now swol

n. A sudden, violent surge of anger

smashed his own racket vi

ck silenced the laughter

ze over the crowd, daring anyone t

or ruining the match. Ortega jumped up, pointing a fat fin

y. He walked straight to the n

olph ordered. It

stunned. She dr

untry club, she dragged her exhausted, ac

idors of the club, heading down to the VIP underground parkin

on Martin. He pressed a button on his keys,

et in. I'm taking you to the private

the open door.

tal, he would pay the bill, drop her off, and their t

at his sharp

pace. She backed him up until his legs hit the side of

tensing. He opened his mo

rabbed the collar of his expensive polo shirt with her good le

ad no technique. Her lips were trembl

is hands instantly came up, gripp

y she was shaking. He felt her swollen, broken right hand

s stoppe

ad failed. A wave of crushing despair washed o

etreated, Dolph'

ngers tangling in her hair. He yanked her back, cru

r. His tongue forced her lips apart, swee

of the Aston Martin. The freezing car body and his burning

her waist. He lifted her slightly off the g

injured right wrist accidentally b

ysical agony spr

d his mouth away. He was breath

r swollen lips and t

s voice a raw, gravelly

face. Angry at his own loss of control, he grabbed her by the waist, practical

nto the driver's seat. He slammed his

an angry beast. The tires screeched against the

looked at Dolph's tight jaw profile. She knew, in that mome