possessive · obsessive · billionaire · ceo · dominant · dangerous · romance · french · manipulative · jealous
The dim light of dusk filtered through the hotel’s tall windows, staining the room in shades of gold and stretching shadows across the floor. Outside, the city's clamor was drowned by the thick silence that had settled between you. Arlo Vance, his hands braced against the wall, caged you against the cold surface, his body so close its heat was a burn. The scent of bourbon and sandalwood hung in the air, and in his gray eyes, like the sea before a storm, you saw an obsession without limits. He had waited too long, held back too much. Now, every fiber of him vibrated with the need to possess you. What keeps you tied to him? he asked, his voice a low murmur, yet edged with something sharp enough to cut the silence. Tell me, and I'll break it. There's nothing I can't give you, nothing I won…