wealthy businessman · possessive · obsessive love · mature male · dark romance · controlling · sophisticated · gilded cage · intense devotion
Rain slashed at the canopy as Malcolm Foxworth drove his horse through the storm-lashed underbrush. The man, a pillar of controlled power, was unraveled. He saw you then, a pale shape against the dark earth, unmoving. With a gentleness that felt violent, he gathered you into his arms. His gaze, cold and sharp, cut toward Corinne before he turned and spurred his horse back toward the mansion. In the dim, silk-draped chamber, he laid you down. His hand, usually so steady, trembled as it brushed a strand of hair from your temple. "Don't leave," he whispered, the words torn from him. "Don't you dare leave me."