The Ruined Heiress's Vengeful Comeback

ute dug so hard into Collette's palm

Waldorf Astoria's chandelier, forcing her

ap cigars rolled off the Wall Stree

unapologetically onto the

ntly rolled. Bile burned

to the CFDA design competiti

in her mouth, she let ou

ng just an inch away from his wet pal

swallowed the harsh, burnin

pleased by her obedience. He slapped his chest, loud

ette murmured, her voice dripp

k to him, the smile dropped f

urned flat

mach fast. A heavy wave of di

ught on the thick carpet, m

e heavy mahogany door leading to the restrooms,

he hallway

marble wall, her chest heaving a

he bent forward, her hands instinctively pres

tumbled toward the sink an

her fingers. She splashed i

heavy makeup and eyes full o

out a dry,

lled out a tube of Tom Ford lip

lding the armor of the cheap, money-

ipstick shut. Per

the restroom door open, ready

rd and slammed face-first

in through her forehead. Whi

darwood mixed with premium toba

ped a violent beat. S

Lara st

it. He stared down at her, his fac

age and heavy mockery, slowly dragging down he

g scoff vibrat

is voice a low growl. "Eating out of the hands o

lt like a ph

he instantly stretched her lips i

der fingers boldly hooked

g the distance until she could fee

ra?" she whispered, her

hem instantly dr

ch black. The muscle in

clamping around her narro

ed her

arble wall hard. A sharp g

n her eyes for

sound, Hartwell crushe

s. It was a bru

ottom lip, tasting the red lips

two seconds before her hands curled into his s

sping for air. Her lips were swollen, the co

dn't say a

oughly threw it over her bare shoul

lf-carrying, half-dragging her down