Bought by the Feral Billionaire
He bent down, hot breath skimming the tender skin of her ear, just above the blazing silver suppressor.
"Who the hell are you?" Dominic growled, a gravelly, possessive command that made her inner wolf want to drop to its knees.
The heat pooled in her lower abdomen, heavy, and Clara forced herself to meet his eyes, striving to keep her human guise. "Sir, I'm Roxy. Your amusement for the night."
There was a dangerous, golden flame in Dominic’s eyes. His massive warm hand reached out and curled tightly around her small waist and pulled her hard into his chest.