Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Dom Russo is a ruthless CEO and former Navy SEAL with a dark obsession: Evie. She hates him, fears him, yet craves him with every breath. One text. One contact. That’s her lifeline.
Lines blur when Dom touches her, claiming her body and igniting a fire she can’t resist. Evie knows she should escape, but instead, she’s falling deeper into the storm of his possessive desire. With danger looming and passion burning out of control, will Evie find freedom, or lose herself completely in Dom’s dangerous embrace?
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PROLOGUE
EVIE
Ithrow myself at him, aiming a punch at his face. He ducks to the side, slips under the strike, then wraps his arms around me and pushes me against this wall.
“Do you think I want to hurt you?” he growls.
I don’t know if he’s talking about physically, spiritually, sexually, or emotionally.
He’s my kidnapper, and I have to keep fighting. But when he pushes against me and I feel his firm muscles and the heat of his body – plus the little voice whispering in the back of my head that we’re compatible – sometimes, hate is a tricky word to remember.
“I think you take what you want, and you don’t care about the consequences.”
Diving low, I rush him. He’s so muscular, I end up bouncing back instead of pushing him away. I raise my hands, ready to fight.
He smirks, infuriatingly handsome, threads of silver glinting in the jet black of his hair. Sweat makes his clothes cling to him.
“Are you going to run?” he says.
“Are you making fun of me?”
Another smirk – another challenge. “It’s a simple question.”
“Do you always tease the girls you kidnap?”
His smile falters. “I’ve never kidnapped anyone.”
“Before me.”
“That was for your safety.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
He rushes at me, feints one way, springs up the other. With a gentle sweep of his leg, he knocks me off my feet. I shriek and fall backward, but he catches me, holding me safely in his arms.
My head spins as he leans down for a kiss.
I don’t want this. I can’t want this.
But when our lips meet, I forget there’s a difference between wrong and right.
CHAPTER 1
DOM
Before
I’m outside Evie’s apartment in Echo Parks. I’ve followed her from the offices of Russo Multimedia Group, my company, in Century City. I’m doing this for her own good. I’m just keeping a watchful eye on her. That’s what I tell myself.
Evie Davis, twenty-one years old, turning up to an interview at my multinational, multibillion-dollar company in a dark floaty dress that had my pole growing stiff under my desk.
I’d be lying if I said she did not enthrall me. She sits at the front window of her apartment at a workbench, a pair of goggles propped on her forehead, working on something I can’t see. From here, I can’t see her expression, but I remember her concentrated look from the interview earlier today.
Lies riddled her resume.. The worst was she claimed to have several years’ experience at a company owned by a friend of mine. One phone call shattered that deceit. Out of curiosity, I looked her up online.
When I saw her pretty, enthusiastic profile picture, I told myself her beauty had nothing to do with my decision to interview her personally. I was, my story went, making an example of her. Nobody gets to sneak their way into my company.
In the front window, she stretches her arms over her head, making my heart pound a little quicker.
At the interview, she walked in trying to look confident, but I could discern the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. When she brushed her dress down, rubbing her shaky hands over the tempting curves of her body, my body hummed.
“Take a seat, Miss Davis.”
She sat, adjusted her dress. And just like that, she had me hooked.
A car pulls up outside her apartment, tugging me back to the present moment. Whenever somebody appears, it’s a reminder that what I’m doing is wrong. But she said something at the end of that confusing, enthralling interview that had me wondering if I could do a good deed.
When I said, “I see you have three years’ experience at Charles Menezes’ company,” she looked away, a subtle blush rising to her cheeks. I tried to control myself, but my body didn’t care about my honorable notions. My shaft was thick with desire. I refused to be controlled by my sudden, inexplicable need.
Hell, inexplicable?
It is, in fact, very explicable… her curves, her pouting lips, her wide and rebellious honey colored eyes, the braid draped over one shoulder as though giving me a handhold for when I guide her luscious body against mine.
“Uh, yes,” she said, and I think she knew I’d seen through her flimsy charade. But she wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
“Are my windows more interesting than this interview, Miss Davis?”
She turned to me quickly. “No, of course not. I was just thinking, Mr Russo.”
“Care to share with the class?”
A daring look sparked in her eyes. But then it shifted, and she looked afraid. Even before the end of the interview, when she dropped the bombshell, I felt weirdly, confusingly sorry for her. “I was thinking about how beautiful this office is.”
I didn’t buy it, and I should’ve kicked her out of my office, but I was… interested. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
“Did you design it yourself?”