on Alya's wrist was brutal. His fingers dug into he

eyes snapped open. She stared up into his face. The dark eyes

d free. It was useless. Trying to break his grip wa

truggle. He suddenly twisted his bod

shed. She cried out in shock as her feet tangled together. She fell

d. His large body followed her down, a massive

r wrist with his free hand. In one fluid, violent motion, he pinned both of her ar

orso. She fought wildly, but her struggles only caused her stolen skirt

n her. He held her there entirely with the strength of his arms. He stared down at her face. There

cold breath brushed aga

ick whispered. His voice was flat, devoid

her vocal cords. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her en

ce. His eyes locked onto the top of her head. He stared at

d moved up, his long fingers brushi

n his attention. Pani

, her voice cracking. "That's my gr

s fingers closed around the jeweled

n instantly collapsed. Her long, dark hair spilled out like a wat

t. He stared at the small diamonds for exactly two sec

reast pocket of his expensive suit jacket. The mov

lowed by hot, blinding anger. Sh

g against his remaining grip on her righ

so close to hers that their noses almost brushed. T

said, his voice dropping to a deadly, qu

her eyes. Her vision blurred. She finally realized the catastrophic mistake she

began to vibrate. The sharp, mechanical buzzing so

hem stopp

er pocket, then back up to her face. He gave a tiny t

d up straight, but he didn't step back. He stood right next to t

hrobbing wrist. Her fingers shook violently as

flashed across the glass. Alya swiped the answer button,

hispered, her v

reaming in sheer panic. The volume was so loud that

n was wrong! Brenton isn't even in New York! The man in the 17th-floor su