The guest suite door clicked shut behind me with a soft finality that sent a shiver racing down my spine. My legs were still shaky from the frantic escape through the mansion, but the heat between my thighs had only grown hotter. Marcus stood in the center of the large, dimly lit room, his powerful frame casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn, plunging the space into intimacy. His dark eyes locked onto mine immediately, intense and commanding, the same gaze that had watched me at the bar and then claimed me the night we met.
“You ran,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet over steel. He didn’t move closer yet, just let the silence stretch, waiting. “After everything we shared with Damien and Lucas. You left like you were trying to hi
