ver the ruined fabric scattered across the Pers

oes crushing the expensive material. He closed

m Charlene's hand and slamme

attered loudly aga

?" Dawson gritted out, his voice

s. She looked up at him. Her eyes were complete

she said, her tone entirel

used to her trembling apologies. He thrived on her submission

hadow over her. The sharp, icy scent of his cedarwo

w, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He forced

day, she stared right back at him. Her l

a divorce

dark eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a

less laugh. He thought this was a game. A desperate, d

his suit jacket, looking dow

l on the NASDAQ next month. I will not tolerate a sin

ching jaw. The skin w

y. "I feel absolutely nothing for

arkened, turning dangerous and predatory. His mascu

her waist like a vice, yanking her hard

o force a kiss, to trigger the muscle memory of her su

hed her skin, Charlene's s

pward, slamming it h

pain. His grip loo

, pushing him away with all her strength. She stum

the neck of a heavy crystal vase on the nightstand

ve crash. Shards of glass exploded ou

ng finger at the broken

her voice dripping with pure

ach. His face was pale with fury. No woman had ever looked at him with

her, his voice droppi

u'll find out exactly what happe

room. The heavy double doors slammed shut w

eaned back against the wall, taking deep

smile slowly spre

us attention to detail she cultivated in her secret life as the elite photographer 'Vesper', a habit that made her naturally adep