The Darkest Hour
"Those pretty brown eyes are wide with fear and I hate that, but you wanted the truth. You've been to my club, you've seen what I need from a woman. I'm a Dom. When a woman I want is in danger, I break all the rules. That's why I let you come to Moscow."
His fingers curled around her throat in a gentle hold. "Because whether or not we both want to admit it, you're mine. Even if I can't have you the way I want, I'll take whatever I can get, even if I can only see you in my office every day and do nothing else." His eyes burned into her, flooding her with an arousal so hot she almost forgot to breathe. She wanted to be his more than was wise.
"You done scaring her?" Hans asked, standing in the