The last thread of control he’d been clinging to and snapped, completely.

In a flash, he slammed her onto the bed, the force stealing the breath from her lungs. The world tilted, spun then stilled with him looming above her, a force of nature she couldn’t outrun.

He looked less like a man now and more like a storm barely contained.

Desire. Rage. Obsession.

All tangled. All burning.

The room seemed to close in, the walls pressing tighter, the air growing thick too thick to breathe. Every second stretched, suffocating, charged with something volatile.

Something dangerous.

“You want money?” His voice cut through the tension, rough, unsteady, laced with something...