Trapped In His Cruel Six Year Contract

et bed. The morning light pouring through

oss the mattress. The high-thread-count sheets on the

er body. The cold air in the penthouse hit

he thick rug and wrapped it tightly around

marble floor. She walked toward the mass

s handle, pressed it down

sive living room. The morning sun spilled across the Per

eran Cortez standing b

nds, casually adjusting the platinum

s eyes swept over Essie. There was

rble kitchen island. He casually set

y of the New York Times and tossed it onto

h a heavy thud, sliding until

cked onto the color photograph

stunning blonde socialite. The bold headline s

contracted. Her lungs fo

le in her face to maintain a neutral expression

Essie said softly

nce you are getting married..." Essie started, her voice barely a

is coffee cup, stopped in mid-air. The

a sharp, piercing clink. A dangerous glint flashed in his e

s clicked against the floor, each sound carrying a suf

d. He planted both his hands on the marble on either s

ead. His hot breath

right to call this

flat against his rock-hard chest. She pu

slender wrist, his grip so crushing she

erian," Kieran said, his voice devoid of any emoti

sie's face. Her pupils dilate

ook of dark satisfaction crossed his face. He low

, followed instantly by the metall

t. He stepped back and ca

at eight o'clock t

the front door without looking b

ng marble floor, her back sliding down the side of th