went rigid, his knuckles turning white. For a split second, a flicker of something un

ging her with him toward the Maybach. Her feet stumbled on

rface of the car. The impact knocked the air from her lungs. Sh

legs, his powerful thigh pinning her, trapping her against th

ning them above her head against the tinted window. His o

le bankruptcy, began snapping pictures frantically. But Harlan's broad

oice a low, terrifying promise, "I will make sure t

he can't handle a woman walking away from him." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive, mocking whi

t. The fin

ad of his con

d his mou

hard, punishing, demanding a surrender she would never give. He bit h

ng the assault. His free hand roamed down her side, gripping he

ou are mine," he growled against her swollen lips. "You will always be mine.

eep weariness washed over her. The fight drained out of her. She went limp in his arms, her body pliant but he

m more than her fighting. His movements s

rear window slid down, revealing Kali Miles, her face hidden behind enormous designer sunglasses

. Pinning Cora against his car, dev

e of them snapped, the sharp pain in her finger nothing compared to the acid of jealousy b

er and then dismissed the driver. She planned to teach Cora a lesson

ifted his head, releasing Cora's lips

eyes blazing with a hatred so

of his loosened

her right

f strength she pos

his cheek was a sharp, clean crack tha

orce of the blow. The reporters fell si

the back of her hand, a ge

me sick,

ward her Range Rover, where Rook and Bishop had finally br

brushing over the corner of his mouth where a trickle of blood had appeared. He wat