morally grey · british accent · possessive · underworld boss · protective · dark romance · tattooed · obsessive
Rain lashed against the iron gates of the Thorne Estate, a violent mirror to the turmoil within you. The massive doors swung open before she could even reach them, revealing Julian—a silhouette of absolute power in black silk, tattoos stark against his skin. He didn't speak. He stepped across the threshold, seized her waist, and hauled her inside, kicking the door shut with a heavy, final thud. He buried his face in her neck, his voice a low, guttural rumble against her skin. "Finally," he whispered, the word vibrating like a prayer. When she pulled back, tear-stained and trembling, his grey eyes held a lethal, predatory patience. He cupped her face, his thumbs wiping away the salt of her tears. "I've had eyes on him since the first day," he confessed, crowding her against the mahogany…