rced through the gap in the heavy blackout

feeling settling in her bones. She tried to move, but a heavy, muscula

Deforest's face resting inches from hers. His sharp jawline w

her brain. Her stomach churned with nausea. She bit

hick forearm. Holding her breath, she pus

a low, irritated groan, his h

e exhale. She watched his chest rise and

d slipped off the edge of the bed.

ng her torn sweater, her skirt, and her undergarments. She pulled them on

l-length mirror. Her skin paled. Dark, angry red

ir. Her fingers brushed empty air.

her knees, sweeping her hands under the

et slipped down to his waist, exposing the angry r

tire revenge plan would be destroyed. S

black sun hat from the floor, jammed it on

er eyes cold and calculating. Then, she slipped

wn the concrete stairs of the fire exit. Her lung

pen, stepping out into the damp,

te flash explo

her hands up to

e bodyguards flanked her, and three paparazzi wit

ed clothes and messy hair. A look of

off Danielle's head. She grabbed the coll

strobe lights, capturing the dark

ing with venom. "Grab this filthy whore. We are

ly opened his eyes. A vicious hea

cross the mattress. The s

looked around the empty room. The faint, s

ed to the pill

cotton was a delicate

over the smooth metal edges. His eyes darkened, a