"Dorian, I� God." Her thighs tightened, the now-familiar heat cresting between them.

"Come for me, Charlotte."

"Fuck, yes!" The wave crashed, but Dorian didn�t stop there. He plunged deeper, harder, pushing the first pulse of her release into a second one, bigger and more intense, unleashing a scream that refused to be contained, refused to be tamed.

Just like he�d promised.

And then, as she spasmed through the very end of it, Dorian�s earlier words crashed through all the ecstasy, all the layers of denial with a sharp clarity she could no longer ignore.

The house� is mine�

Dorian Redthorne, the man who�d brought her to the edge with every blissful stroke, who�d awakened her long-buried fantasies, who�d made her feel wanted in ways she never thought possible� was the host of tonight�s thousand-dollars-a-head fundraiser.

Otherwise known as her mark.

"This is your home?" she finally managed, opening her eyes. "You live here?"

God, she hated the desperation in her voice, but her blood was turning cold, her body going rigid with panic.

"Mmm." He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent. "Welcome to Ravenswood, love. Now tell me�" He kissed his way north, moving to her ear with a long, hot sigh. "What�s got you so frightened all of a sudden?"

The whisper passed softly through his lips, caressing Charley�s skin with a gentleness that belied his intensity. With every second that passed, Charley was falling deeper into the web she�d spun around herself.

Soon, she�d have no escape.

She�d known it was coming. Ever since Rudy had seen them together at the Salvatore auction and learned about the Whitfield, Dorian was in his sights.

She just didn�t think it would happen so quickly.

Her brain was flatlining, unable to process it all. But despite the disastrous turn of events, that treacherous little body of hers was still drowning in pleasurable spasms.

"I�m� I�m okay." Charley let out a long, slow breath, dizzy with lust, even as the crushing reality chipped away at her denial.

"Good. Because that was just an appetizer."

Charley�s heart skipped, her mouth watering for more.

Dorian Redthorne was pulling apart that sticky web, kiss by kiss, breath by breath, one strand at a time.

With his honey-brown eyes boring into hers, his hand still resting between her aching thighs, Charley was powerless. And that, more than his identity or high-dollar art collection, made him the most dangerous man in her world.

The realization left her more than bare, more than exposed. She felt like she�d turned herself inside out, and it filled her with a sudden restlessness that bordered on mania.

Forcing herself to take a step back, she broke away from his touch and attempted to pull her dress back up.

But Dorian was right there again, sliding his hands around the back of her neck, smothering her with a kiss full of white-hot fire Charley felt deep in her belly, a demanding intensity she couldn�t resist.

When he finally pulled away, his gaze was unrelenting. "Stay the night with me, Charlotte." JrNovels.com