The darkness inside the study felt heavier than the storm violently battering the windows outside.
Julian’s large hand remained anchored around my throat, his thumb resting directly over the frantic, erratic leaping of my pulse.
He didn't squeeze hard enough to cut off my air, but the possessive weight of his hand was a stark, terrifying reminder that I was completely trapped beneath his massive frame.
The faint red glow from the backup digital safe threw sharp, geometric shadows across his handsome face, illuminating the lethal, unyielding fury in his pitch black eyes.
"The panic attack was a beautiful performance, Vivian," Julian whispered again, his gravelly voice dropping into a deadly register that vibrated straight through my bones. "But the game is officially over.
Tell me why
