AS SOON AS THE DEEP COAL OF HIS WORDS tumble into the air, Arielle feels the wicked intent behind them. His eyes seem to light on her in a darkening pool but his gaze tells her more. He did feel something deeper. Definitely deeper. Somehow, the domination and subtle pull of his seduction made something warm tug at her heart. Aaron knew her, really knew her. Their connection was far stronger than the telepathic world they shared.
Fallon Fiske glances behind at Aaron's words.
For some unknown reason, the man seemed to know exactly her most hidden fantasies. She had always wanted to feel Arielle. Not as her Boss, or as a lover, but as a Bond, she being the Sire. It had always been a constant fantasy of hers to watch Arielle kneel to her. To watch her boss whose net worth ranked in billions scream to her touch. Making the sexy, influential Arielle Hiarton her slave was all she had ever wanted. To dominate her—her beautiful green-eyed lover.
