Bound by One Forbidden Night: The Billionaire's Obsession

Dawn Regret

Rosette's POV

My eyes fluttered open to soft gray light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

For a blissful second, I didn’t remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back; the stranger, the elevator, the window, the shower, the bed… God, the bed. My body ached in the most delicious places, a sweet soreness between my thighs that made my cheeks burn.

I was tangled in black silk sheets that smelled like him, all sandalwood, spice, and raw masculinity. His heavy arm was draped possessively over my waist, holding me against his warm, muscular chest. For one dangerous moment, I wanted to stay. To press closer. To wake him up and let him claim me all over again.

No.

Panic slammed into me like ice water.

This was supposed to be one night. One reckless escape. No names. No tomorrow. I wasn’t the girl who spent the night with strangers, no matter how mind-blowing the s*x was.

Carefully, I lifted his arm and slid out from under it, holding my breath. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, sharp jaw relaxed in sleep. Even completely unguarded like this, he was still devastatingly handsome. The kind of man who could ruin a woman’s life with a single smile.

I allowed myself one last look. Just one.

The memory of last night flashed through my mind like a fever dream: his powerful body moving over mine against the window, the way he’d dropped to his knees in the shower like he was starving for me, the intense eye contact as he thrust deep and growled my pleasure like it belonged to him. I had never come so hard, so many times, or felt so completely taken.

A shiver ran down my spine.

I shook it off and quietly gathered my clothes from the floor. My black dress was wrinkled, my panties nowhere to be found. I didn’t care. I slipped the dress on, not bothering with the zipper all the way, grabbed my heels, and tiptoed toward the bedroom door.

Every step felt heavier than the last. A stupid, reckless part of me wanted him to wake up, to stop me and ask for my name.

But he didn’t.

I found my purse on the living room floor and slipped out through the private elevator, my heart pounding the entire descent. The lobby was empty at this hour, the doorman barely glancing at me as I hurried outside into the cold morning air.

Only when I reached the sidewalk did I freeze.

Security cameras.

Dozens of them. Mounted on the building, aimed at the entrance, the elevator bank, even the street. Red lights blinking faintly in the dawn light.

He would have footage of me. Of us.

A cold knot formed in my stomach as I quickly hailed a cab, clutching my purse like a lifeline.

Last night was supposed to disappear with the sunrise.

But something told me the stranger with the piercing gray eyes wasn’t a man who let things or people disappear easily.