Dark Obsession: The Billionaire's Helpless Prey

Booth's thin frame. A gust of Manhattan winter wind shoved it back at her, the air so c

n, Cap

the wind from the back seat, devo

Steele. Overnight, she had become a guest in their sprawling Upper East Side mansion-a charity case tolerated for the sake o

ng her in the suffocating silence. The vehicle pulled away from the curb, gliding silently into the river of Upper East Side traffic. She smoothed down

. "That's what you chose to wear? It looks like s

to watch the city lights blur past the tinted window. The gl

nfuriate him more than

hand hit the back of the passenger sea

r's house. Tonight, you will be quiet, you will be invi

sting of his words. She gave a small, tig

derst

on his anger. He slumped back int

. The momentum threw her forward, her shoulder knocking hard against the door.

ating bass that shook the fi

didn't wait to see if she could manage the icy pavement in her three-inch heels. She scramble

rity guard with a neck as thick as her thig

ess, his expression a mixt

he's with me." The words were clipped, dismissive

r for a moment longer, a silent judgment that made her skin crawl. The cl

air was thick with the smell of sweat, perfume, and spilled liquor. He led her up a flight of stairs, away

hed it

a den of shadows and low, expensive light. The conversations stopped. Dozens of pairs

holding a glass of amber liquid, sauntered over. "Kend

. "Just a freeloader fr

ughter went th

e sharp, grounding pain a welcome distractio

s fingers aiming to tip her chi

n as a startled animal. His hand met empty a

his voice low and dangero

ds, leaving her stranded and exposed in the middle of the room. She

of them deliberately ramming her shoulder. Caprice stumbled, catching her balance just before

canned the room, desperately searching for

across her path, and she sidestepped ju

st part of the room, there was a semi-circu

lid into the plush leather seat. She sank deep into the cushions, the darkness wrapping aro

t lasted onl

the thumping bass from the club below. The noise in the room didn

perfectly tailored it seemed molded to him. He stepped inside, and the

gan E

f his face. He picked up a fresh glass and moved toward the newcomer, his po

urniture. His eyes, dark and chillingly focused, scanned

her spine. A primal instinct screamed at her to hide, to become

s use

landed directly on her. They stopped. For a heartbeat, the entire world

started

uffled out of his path, their bodies tense, their eyes averted.

ister, looked confused. He took a step forward

a small, dismissive gesture t

is large frame blocked what little light rea

h caught in her throat. They weren't just eyes; they were black holes, deep and empty and filled with a

The words were soft, but

, her heart slammin

tood that the dark booth had never been a refuge.