ed streets of Manhattan. It turned off the main av

ow-lit portico of the Red Leaf Club. Two rows

nger seat. He opened a massive black u

to the edge of the dry pavement. He turned his head

ightly around her body. Wearing the shoes that were a si

e of the driveway, her ankle rolled sharply. A spik

hot out, wrapping tightly around her narrow waist.

ing flat against his chest to steady herself. She l

e's mind. Three years ago, during a thunderstorm, he had

n Ebert's eyes shatter

his lips brushin

e," he warned, his voice

trying to stand up straight. But the large hand on h

. His mouth crashed down onto th

felt his teeth scrape against her skin, right over her pulse po

t his chest with all her strength, but it was like

and roughly wiped the saliva from her skin. He stared at the dar

, "is so Mortimer knows exactly whose property he's t

over Elie. Her pride, her dignity, everything was

the cuffs of his suit jacket, instantly retu

Take her to the VIP s

alked away, disappearing down

ind whipped around her legs. She watched his back

entrance with a blank fa

in her toes was nothing compared to the numbness in her chest. Sh

ned their heads, their eyes raking over Elie-a woman limping in a man's o

rnails so hard into her palms that the ski

vator. Davin swiped a sleek black card.

as lined with thick, sound-absorbi

eavy mahogany doors with gold handles

His expression was compl

tructed coldly. "Mr. Finch doe

sliding down her cheek. She slowly pushed the heavy bla

iny red silk dress, the violent pur

he heavy mahog