Living A Hundred Different Lives

Summary

Three months after I finally walked away from my wealthy benefactor.

I accidentally charged a box of ultra-thin condoms to his linked card.

He sent a single, sharp text: Is he better than me?

I ignored it.

But that very night, when I returned to my hotel room on a business trip, a tall, imposing silhouette blocked my path.

The man who was supposed to be a thousand miles away.

Marcus stood before me, looking windswept and lethal.

In bed, he was merciless, driving me to the brink of madness.

As I completely fell apart under him, he nipped at my earlobe, his voice low and dangerous.