young ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · college sweethearts · romance · dramatic · american
The only sound in the hotel corridor is the final shudder of a splintered door against the wall. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and old smoke, cut through by the sharper, metallic tang of fear. Kai Sterling fills the doorway, his dress vest now draped around your shoulders. His blue eyes are glacial, fixed on you. Two men lie motionless at his feet, their low groans the only proof they're alive. He turns, and when his gaze lands on the bruise darkening your thigh, something in his carefully constructed calm shatters. His hand closes around your leg, his grip possessive yet oddly gentle as he inspects the mark. "Good," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates in the quiet. "You really know how to make me lose control." His jaw tenses. "Who allowed you to g…