My Psycho Boss

WARNING: This book contains mature scenes. Such as abuse, sex, profanity, and alcohol abuse.

"You know Adelaide, ever since I laid my eyes on you I knew I had to have you.", he told me as I sat in the chair before him.

He took a sip from his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before setting it down. He stood in front of me, leaning against his dark brown wooden desk. His silk black suit hugged his frame in all the right ways, the fabric fitting his broad shoulders just right.

His blue eyes locked onto mine, unreadable, intense. A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My pulse quickened. I shifted in my seat, the air suddenly thick between us.

My breath hitched and something dangerous coiled in my stomach.

His grip was firm, his fingers tilting my chin until our eyes met. A shiver ran through me, though I wasn't sure if it was from fear or the way his blue eyes darkened with raw possession.

"You're mine." His voice was low, gravelly, a promise and a threat all at once.

The heat of his lips seared my forehead before he claimed my mouth, forcing me to acknowledge him. My body tensed, my mind screamed at me to fight, but my traitorous heart pounded for all the wrong reasons.

One thought echoed in my head: My boss was a freaking psychopath.