LOGINElina was his obsession, a living flame that consumed every rational thought in Francis's mind.
He stilled her hips with an iron grip, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her full ass, halting the desperate grind of her soaked pussy against his throbbing cock. The window fogged behind her, the city lights a hazy blur, but all he saw was her, flushed, marked, utterly surrendered.
With a low growl rumbling from his chest, he scooped her up effortlessly, her legs still wrapped around his waist like a vice, her heavy D-cup breasts pressing against his chest as he carried her across the room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the distant crackle of the fireplace drawing them toward the couch nestled before it.
He laid her along the back of
Elina’s brows lifted, a playful spark in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “And what exactly are you planning?”Francis stepped toward her, his large hands capturing her waist in a possessive hold, pulling her flush against the hard planes of his body. “Reminding you who fucking own you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core.“Possessive much?” she teased, though her breath hitched sharply when his fingers traced the curve of her hip, dipping just under the waistband of her jeans, sending a shiver racing up her spine.“Obsessive,” he corrected, leaning in so close his hot breath fanned her lips. “Very fucking obsessive.”T
Elina stood near the window, clutching the edge of the countertop as dawn light washed over the apartment. The sleek, modern lines of Francis Thorne’s penthouse felt like a gilded cage.“I need to go to work today,” she said, her voice deceptively calm.Francis didn’t look up from the merger contract he was dissecting, though the words had long since blurred. For three days she’d tried the same line. Three days of her insisting, him refusing. Three days of this tug-of-war he had no intention of losing.“Elina.” His tone carried a warning. “We’ve discussed this.”“You’ve discussed it. At me. Repeatedly.” She turned, crossing her
Francis wasn’t even fully awake when he answered the phone.“Yeah?” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.“Sir. It’s Archer.” The voice on the line was taut, a violin string about to snap. “Miss Rossi is in the hospital.”The words ripped him from bed. Francis sat up so fast the sheets tangled around his legs.“Explain.” His voice sharpened.“We found her in the restroom at the event venue,” he explained, breathless as though he’d run. “She’d gone in feeling dizzy. When she didn’t come out, I checked. She passed out in the last stall.”&nbs
Francis Thorne had spent most of his life controlling every variable he could. As one of the five co-owners of Thorne, Ashford, Grayson & Wolfe, one of the most powerful law firms on the West Coast, nothing ever caught him unprepared. His world ran on order, precision, and discipline.Except when it came to Elina. She had knocked the breath out of him from the moment he saw her in that bakery and now, every hour away from her gnawed at him like an open wound.“Why did Mr. Carter call saying you missed your conference call this morning?” Wesley Grayson asked, leaning into the doorway of Francis’s office.Francis looked up from the file he’d been reviewing. His expression hardened.&l
Elina was his obsession, a living flame that consumed every rational thought in Francis's mind.He stilled her hips with an iron grip, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her full ass, halting the desperate grind of her soaked pussy against his throbbing cock. The window fogged behind her, the city lights a hazy blur, but all he saw was her, flushed, marked, utterly surrendered.With a low growl rumbling from his chest, he scooped her up effortlessly, her legs still wrapped around his waist like a vice, her heavy D-cup breasts pressing against his chest as he carried her across the room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the distant crackle of the fireplace drawing them toward the couch nestled before it.He laid her along the back of
Francis turned around, his gaze locking onto Elina standing there in his white dress shirt, the fabric hanging loosely off her petite frame.The buttons strained just enough to hint at the treasures beneath, barely containing her full, natural D-cup breasts that swelled against the crisp cotton. Her light brown hair cascaded in wild waves over her shoulders, framing her bare face, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes sparkling with that mix of innocence and hunger that always unraveled him.She took his breath away, a vision of raw, unfiltered allure in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the city skyline twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling window behind her like a distant, irrelevant backdrop."Better now," he grunted, his voice thick with renewed lust.







