entangled with a woman in Ro
chest, her breath hitching as the elevator
Elin had barely set foot back home when a cryptic
r unease deepened when her husband became unreachable, his
Room 2588, her eyes widening at the si
er into the dimly lit room. As she steadied herself, a warm prese
r voice laced with hesitat
he figure located her lips with flawless accurac
nt welcome-suggesting that her husband, Dean Knight, could be
was true, Elin relaxed into his arms, he
to highlight the love bites delicately scattered across her arms. Though her muscl
ever been consummated, their demanding c
hey finally m
by.
last night, she was greeted by the stark emptiness of the bed.
crafted from the Pure Affection series by a p
mbered to leave a tok
usted the necklace, the room's door slammed open with violent force. A group of reporte
ark, revealing light, highlighting the so
er here at the hotel immediately after your t
you've secretly f
ou clarify your cur
queries, Elin recoiled, her back pressing into th
t anyone else!" Her voice cracked as she tightened her grip on the flimsy blan
li
, delivered in a chilling, irate ton
met by the sight of her husband standing imposingly before her. The usual w
early departure or the stormy expression clouding his face. Hastily, she crawled toward him, her fingers trembling as they sought his ar
palm against her cheek, the force of the slap sendin
r direction. The sharp corners of the photos whipped against he
t the courthouse by nine tomor
t deeper than the chill of the room. Without another glanc
shock and pain. A single photograph fluttered down before her, capturing a man stealth
photograph read six o
ation, Elin gripped the photog
ar from reach; the man from last