"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious...
Nicolas Witmore is the hot beast and hot topic for Los Angeles paparazzi. He is the C. E. O and a billionaire. He is a playboy with an arrogant attitude. He is known as the most cold hearted person a person could ever meet. But why did he become like that? It is the reason only he knows. But once he finds the person h...
He slowly pulls away, running his fingers across my cheeks, enticingly.❝ Shh, don't cry.❞ ❝I bet my mascara is totally ruined❞, I reply into his chest, and he laughs a little, smiling his crooked smile at me. ❝Don't worry❞, he whispers, pulling me closer, ❝You're more beautiful now than you've ever been before. And y...