Oslo Sterling
“His fiancée is at the door. His hand is over my mouth. And he hasn't stopped fucking the soul out of me.”
Maeve Whitmore was hired to be invisible. But to a predator like Xavier Greaves, innocence is an invitation to destroy.
Xavier doesn’t do just romance; he does transactions. He’s engaged to a socialite to seal a billion dollar merger, but it’s Maeve’s biological betrayal he craves. He doesn't want her heart—he wants her submission and the sound of her breaking on the very desk where he signs his deals.
From glass walled boardrooms to the back of moving limos, Xavier marks her where the world can’t see. Maeve hates the man, but her body weeps for the friction of his skin. In this game of forbidden lust, the only rule is silence—and Xavier is determined to hear her scream his name while the world watches from the other side of the glass.
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