"Hands off her!" I screamed, twisting violently against the thick leather straps binding my wrists to the backrest of the sofa.
The heavy oak door of the stateroom hadn't just opened; it had shattered under the force of a tactical breaching boot, splitting down the middle with a crack like thunder. Armed men in black gear spilled over the threshold, their submachine guns raised, their heavy boots slamming against the floorboards as they took position.
Behind me, Ethan didn't even move.
His large, solid body remained pressed hard against my spine, his chest rising and falling in deep, measured beats while his heat surged through my clothing. He treated the tactical team surrounding us like an annoying delay to his evening. His fingers stayed deeply tangled in my hair, anchoring my head b
