Wrong Suite, Ruthless Husband

he earth back home; it smelled like wet

yer of ice. She had spent her last few dollars on a bus ticket to the city, desperate

he Blackwood Grand, a hotel so opulent it fe

P balcony on the 48th floor. She had bypassed security in the chaos of

ere," she whispered, stepping

e of shadow and steel, lit only by the silver glow of the moon filtering through the rain-streaked windows. The air was thick

voice rasped fr

dragged over gravel. Elara froze, her bre

with the predatory grace of a panther, his presence expanding to f

f sharp angles and raw power. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned a

mered, her voice trembling. "I'm looking for Suit

her flush against a hard, custom-tailored chest. Elara gasped, her small hands landing instinctively on his sho

elt in the very center of her bones. "My grandmother has been singing your praises for wee

don't und

kwood, the "Ice King." Up close, he was beautiful in a way that hurt to look at-heavy brows, a no

one," Killian growled, his gaze dropping

the small of her back, pinning her so close she

Tell me, little flower... are you shiveri

een them was so intense it felt like the air was being sucked out of the room. She should have fought har

hing over her lower lip. The touch was light, but

hers. "If you're going to be my bride

her word of protest, his mo

forbidden desire. His tongue flicked against her lip, asking for entry, and when she let out a soft moan of surprise, he took it, deepe

no debt. There was only the heat of his body and the way his ha

he reality of the situation came crashing back. Elara foun

asped, breaki

ing she didn't want to admit to. Killian stood there, his hair slightly mussed, his eyes

, her heart thundering as she disappeared into the gold-le

ed down to the floor where she had tripped. There, glint

a tiny, pressed lavender flower and a hand-wri

dn't know who she was, but he knew he had

, possessive growl. "Run all you want