His eyes are dark with displeasure as he takes in the damage I’ve caused. And then they flit down to my exposed nude body and the guard’s hands on me. At that, the anger in his irises boils over.
“Enough,” he hisses. “She’s mine.”
Chapter 9: Phoenix
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I’ve never seen Elyssa so out of control.
Her eyes are wild, her body tense and ready to strike. The room I’d had prepared specially for her is a shamble of ruins, a victim of her hidden temper.
And yet none of this incites my anger. In fact, I’m mildly amused to see her let loose like this. It’s a welcome change from the shy, reclusive wallflower who always seemed to be swallowing her true feelings.
There’s real anger there. Hot and sexy. It reminds me of my own.
Her silk robe has come loose, revealing one perfect breast, a long sliv
