One Night With The Unstable Billionaire

e leaving Arla's chest was the lo

ing against the freezing concrete floor. Her lun

The sharp, grating sound of her

into this house with nothing. Less than nothing. And ye

at the small, lifeless body lying j

son. His skin was alrea

gentle-the same voice he'd used when he'd whispered goodnight

he two monsters standing over her. Clinton, the man who had promised to protect

way up Arla's throat. It was a s

her whole. The sensation of falling was vi

next, one thought crystallized: If I had k

ed into h

chest, her fingers frantically clawing at her skin,

overheated skin and the smooth,

sconce offered zero clarity. Her brain misfired, unable to proces

lashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the

sound that made the bloo

g with a suppressed, agonizing violence.

neck cracked as she stiffly turned her head

as lyin

so tight they looked like thick steel cables ready to snap. He

nds that made Arl

rass headboard. The metal had bitten so deeply into his skin

ainst his skin. He was trapped in some kind of violent, agonizin

e terror. Her spine slammed ha

ud echoed in

ng stopped. Just for a s

ow to the head. The luxury hotel. The

night. She k

r to drink, the night she stumbled into the wrong suite-the su

real... if s

calate into a nightmare Arla could never forget. The da

tly crushed her fear of the strange man. She had

uvet off her legs. Her bare

ly grip the fabric of her black evening gown scattered on the floor

her waist. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She pulled with all her strength, th

d toward

an stopped fighti

hed. It was replaced by a heavy, suffocating

he didn't look back. She forced her legs to move

s wrapping around the heavy bras

freezing air-conditioning fr

eeching grind of metal chains being pu

the dark. They were bloodshot,

e straight thro

e raw and destroyed, spitting out a fragmented, c