neurosurgeon · wealthy · obsessive · possessive · short-tempered · married · trauma · dangerous romance · boston setting
The lock clicked, sealing the world out. Ryle moved with predatory grace, pinning Lily against the wood, his mouth claiming hers before she could breathe. Vegas was a distant haze; this was the raw, possessive reality of his new wife. His hands slid beneath her dress, ignoring the silk, seeking skin. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to the bedroom. On the mattress, amidst discarded clothes, his gaze darkened with obsessive hunger. He kissed her deeply, a silent vow of ownership, ensuring she felt every ounce of their union.