The Discarded Wife
"But God, I love the view."
Killian stepped up behind the console, his towering frame casting a massive, dominant shadow over her upper body. He reached down, his large, rough hand tangling roughly into her dark hair to gently force her face up, his obsidian eyes burning into hers with a lawless intensity. He didn't touch his clothes; he simply commanded her internal submission with his gaze while Jaxon’s rough fingers slid down to brutally tear her lace underwear away, discarding it into the deep shadows beneath the server racks.
"Remember this room, Elena," Killian growled, his deep baritone vibrating right against her ear as his thumb pressed firmly against her lower lip. "Remember who ow