ionally formidable, not only to his rivals, even in the early years when jo

not known what fury felt like until that moment. It was sobe

looked to his deep ocean eyes, then focused and aimed her thoughts at them, a talent she had had since birth, though one she would never admit aloud as she shed a little tear from her own, it was slowly creeping on her eyes, i

forgetting himself. "Damn it! Why are you crying, I didn't mean

way, right? He looked remorseful as he took his hands from the wall and stepped back a little, ducking hi

s hunger but also his fatigue. It beat at him, inside him,

she knew that Shawn had taken away her choices. Her choice to think straight, the man just apologized again and almost had a

going now." She whimpered and put h

st trembling and so afraid of him, whimpering made him want to just slap his face, how could

olve stamped on his features, and his intense blue eyes. She could pretend if she wanted to, leave it unspoken between them, not challenge him. Yet, the power over him clung to her l

lt as if he had put chains on her, bound them together in some inexplicable manner. She felt the impact of his gaze burning into her, branding h

es in hot, hard, urgent demand, yet she doesn't want to scare her even more. "You are not going to run, right? You're n

fired me,

sighed, "Yes, since I fire

undred dollars, she had been certain this was the perfect job for her. She was excellent at her job and she wanted it back, she liked being alone, and she loved staying away from people. And something about

l… A meter away?" Shawn asked, and r

have known it was too perfect, especially with the man and his mansion. Wit

stood her ground. "And no touching Mr. Richmond," Catherine added, knowing

rresistible,

dn’t help himself. "As you demand... okay, follow me to my library. The paper is there, just waiting for you to sign it." He turned around and motioned for her to follow him,

atherine stood very still, near the door, like a small animal caught out in the open by a stalking

hand. She slowly stepped closer, never leaving her gaze on his. It felt like he was doing something to her, mesmerizing her, hypnotizing her with his burning eyes. She couldn’t look away

until she was a part of him. She knew she should try to move, to break the spell he was weaving around her, but she couldn’t find the strength. Then his arms closed around her drew her

thered across her cheek to the corner of her lips, breathing warmth, leaving little dancing flames wherever he touched. She felt torn in two. One part of her knew it was so perfect, so right; the other urged her to run

k at the sweet, promising spectacle. Her body was hot. Burning, longing, and need. Her mind accepted him and what he was doing. Taking her, staking his claim on her. Someho

meters away from her and she just stood there near the door, daydreaming and probably dr

re you alright?

ning through between her legs and probably soaking her alre

ve to stop thi

the contact, it was like she had found some deep reservoir of self-preservation, and squirmed,