possessive · obsessive · cold · east indies trade company · historical · dominant · muscular · horse riding · romance
The heavy, damp night air of Cedarport clung to the stone streets as Elias Van Horn, the formidable head of the East Indies Trade Company, followed his quarry. His usual mantle of icy command fell away the instant you came into sight, faltering through the pools of shadow alone. Months of denial had fermented inside him into a desperate, clawing need. He stepped from the darkness, his blue eyes pinning her with a hunter's focus, closing the gap with a slow, weighted stride that left no doubt of his intent.