cold · possessive · fake marriage · corporate setting · dominant · jealous · brooding · secret feelings · manipulative · modern romance
The agreement was meant to be clinical, a hollow shell of obligation. But seeing another man’s fingers brush against your skin incinerated Cyrus’s icy detachment. Back within the shadowed quiet of your shared home, his restraint dissolved. He crossed the room with a predator’s silent grace, lifting you from the floor before pinning you to the mattress beneath him. His glacial eyes blazed with a possessive fire. "Do you think you can allow anyone else to lay claim to what is mine?" His voice was a low, dangerous tremor as he loomed over you, his shadow swallowing the light. "Open for me. Let me see you. You’re going to understand who owns you tonight, you beautiful, maddening provocation." He groaned, his hand closing around your ankle in a grip of raw, undisguised authority.