His words sounded so sinister. She doubted anyone in his life disappointed him, or at least they weren't allowed to disappoint him for long. She wondered how much longer she could go up against him before he lost his cool and denied her freedom completely or kicked her out of his life. She didn't know which she feared more. "You keep taking my choices from me!" she said, pressing back against the seat to escape his scorching eyes in the dim light of the limo.??? "Get used to it!" he snarled, reaching across the distance of the back seat and taking her arm in a punishing grip. "You belong to me, Shania, and I'll be damned if my woman is going to stay married to another man." She gasped when he jerked her off the plush seat and onto the floor in front of him. She put her hands up, onto his thighs to steady herself, her red dress swirling seductively around her body. He took advantage and yanked her in closer between his spread legs. He watched, lust and anger sparking in his eyes.
Khalid watched Shania, obsessed with the way her body moved smoothly through the warm water of the pool. She hadn't noticed him when he came searching for her and stopped in surprise and awe upon discovering the woman that owned his every thought swimming naked in his pool. At first he had been angry and nearly demanded she get out and explain to him why she would swim nude when Ash could potentially walk in and see her. Then he remembered that she had been there for his conversation with Ash when he'd asked the other man to cover a high stakes table for the evening while he attended to business. He was relieved that she wasn't being careless, but also a bit disappointed. She knew he was unlikely to be home, so wasn't putting on a show for him either. No, she was simply enjoying the naughty, luxurious feel of the water caressing her lovely skin. Khalid hungrily traced each wet line of her body under the moonlight as she moved. His cock leapt to life and demanded he interrupt her sw
Shania grinned at the sight of big, tough Ash ladling soup into a bowl for an elderly woman and then leading her to a table. He pulled the chair out for her and made sure she was comfortable before stalking back to his station on the lunch line. His presence as a "volunteer" had at first raised a few brows among the staff at the shelter, but they quickly accepted that having Shania back meant accepting the hulking presence of her constant shadow. What was surprising was how easily and without complaint the big man had thrown himself into the work. He'd quickly proved himself very useful and willing to help. Approaching him, Shania said quietly, "Thank you for taking good care of Evelyn. She finds it hard to get down here with her reduced mobility. It's nice for her to be able to take a warm meal once in a while and chat with some of the residents. I don't think she gets the proper nutrition on her own at home." Ash grunted in acknowledgment and asked, "Why can't she get down here
Shania wrinkled her nose in disgust as she entered the living room. All of the furniture was gone, because she had sold it to pay off Aiden's debt. In its place was a blanket and pillow surrounded by booze bottles, ashtrays and trash. Aiden released her arm. "Welcome home, Shania." She stared at him. "Why have you brought me here?" "I wanted to see you, baby. I missed you," he said. "And I know you missed me too. I'm sorry about what happened. I figure we can spend a little time together, get reacquainted and then talk about the casino." Shania shook her head. "That makes no sense, Aiden. Didn't you get the divorce papers?" Aiden shrugged as though it didn't matter. "Yeah, that rich bastard had his lawyer track me down. I don't blame you though, Shania. I know you didn't have a choice. A guy like that would want to keep his toys to himself." Shania hated the way he talked about her relationship with Khalid. "He didn't force me to sign those papers, Aiden. I can't stay married
"Where's Ash?" Khalid demanded, approaching his wife of three months with a fierce frown. Shania turned to him, her arms laden with boxes. Khalid reached out and plucked them from her. Dropping them onto the couch, he pulled her into his arms and nuzzled his favourite spot between her neck and shoulder. She always smelled so fresh and sweet. He licked the spot, enjoying the feel of her pulse speeding up against his tongue. "I sent him on an errand to the shelter. Now that you've made me cut my hours back, he and I worry about Evelyn getting enough of her meals at the shelter. He's going to pick her up and take her himself this afternoon and then drive her home afterward." She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. "Now, can we talk about the absurd amount of gifts you've sent up? I mean, seriously? I thought you had an empire to run, how do you find the time to buy out all the baby boutiques in town?" Shania wished she was exaggerating, but the staggering amount o
Book Two: Fight or FlightSweat dripped into Ash's eyes, momentarily obscuring his opponent. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs from the last punch he took. He ducked another jab and hit his opponent with a series of strikes to the side and back that brought grunts of pain from his opponent. Van Koslov, otherwise known as The Brick, went down onto one knee, panting. Grinning, Ash jumped back, giving the other man room to recover and get up. Ash was having too much fun to end things now. The match hadn't lasted nearly long enough and this guy was supposed to be one of Sitnikov's best. Ash needed to put on a good show if he was going to attract another sponsor, and sponsor's tended to enjoy long fights with plenty of dirty hits and blood. So far, neither of them has started spontaneously bleeding. Ash's gaze swept the warehouse, searching out some of the bigger players. He was pleased to see Tyson King, one of the city's most prominent businessmen with a penchant for illegal fig
He'd had enough of her teasing. Time to put her mouth to better use. He moved so quickly she barely had time to blink as he lunged across the shower room for her. She was closer to the exit door and whirled around to run. He chased her, dripping across the change room and caught her right as she reached the door. Grabbing her arm, he swung her around and slammed her back against the lockers next to the door. Anya gasped and tilted her head up to stare at him with wide, frightened eyes. He had no intention of hurting her, but he was glad she was taking him a little more seriously. She had made a stupid move, following a champion cage fighter into a dimly lit change room alone and then questioning his ability to tame her. That kind of challenge could only end one way. He hunched his naked shoulders and dropped his head down into the crook of her neck, under her jaw. Water dripped from his hair down her neck, trailing into the neckline of her hooded sweater. Inhaling her sweet fruit
What had she been thinking? Anya shoved the door to her favourite midnight coffee haunt open with a huff. Honestly, teasing a cage fighter and then taking off, leaving him with a dick that could pound wood. She hadn't meant to make out with the guy. He was just so arrogant and masculine, with a body built like a tank and a deep voice that probably made panties drop everywhere he went. Who could blame a girl for getting a little carried away? Anya dropped into a chair, crossed her legs and tried not to squirm. Just the thought of Ash running naked through that change room after her had her body amping back up again, ready for more of those delicious orgasms. She had never felt anything near this level of attraction before and she wasn't certain she liked it. "Thanks babe," she said absently, when her friend Claudia placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of her. Claudia raised her eyebrow, sensing something was off with her usually chatty, sarcastic friend. Claudia's abi