The Scent Of Secrets

Ramona barely had a moment to react before Killian tossed her onto the massive bed in his penthouse. She gasped, her body bouncing slightly against the plush mattress. Her ankle throbbed from her failed escape, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to show pain.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, glaring at him. “You’re a monster.”

Killian tilted his head, watching her with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. “You say that like it’s news.”

Ramona clenched her fists. “Why are you doing this? What do you even want from me?”

His lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk as he stalked closer. “You’re not in a position to ask questions, sweetheart.”

Her breath hitched as he leaned down, his hands braced on either side of her, effectively trapping her. His scent—something dark, masculine, and completely intoxicating—wrapped around her, messing with her already frayed nerves.

She turned her face away. “You kidnapped me. You—”