ly adjusted t

rled up on the leather sofa

s hair, gripping the strands as if

from his throat. It sounded l

flat against the door

man snapped his head up, staring dire

unched himself off the sofa w

g hand clamped a

. The air was violently

old, heavy platinum of a bespoke cufflink. The sheer, overwhelming physical power and the faint, expens

from the hallway, she saw his eyes. They wer

bient light briefly caught the sharp, aristocratic a

from countless financial magazine covers in her pas

ere, violent PTSD fla

d. The thick veins on th

rea's vision. The sensation of dying

gger a deeper violent response from a

arms felt like lead, bu

y pressed her warm, soft hands

nched violently at the su

in her windpipe. She locked her clear,

and made a soft, rhy

head," she forced out in a r

ratic breathing h

s fractured. A flicker of confu

er throat loosened by

holding it in place as she sucked in

e stumbled backward, as if

ther sofa, buried his face in

ughing violently, her hands clutching her brui

gainst the wall, waiting fo

eg. The cheap denim was soaked

ofa, Jax