Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) Read Free

wanted to forget about Felix, and the darkness that took her back to the fearful days of her childhood, she was having a much harder time putting Quinn out of her thoughts.
    Quinn.
    He’d been so sweet, incredibly concerned and caring after finding her tied to the cross, and for the first time since they’d met, she’d seen him come undone. She hadn’t seen him beat Felix half to death, since she had the blindfold on, but she’d heard each curse that had fallen from Quinn’s mouth as he pummeled his fists into her captor’s face. But after he’d taken if off, she saw the mess of blood on the dungeon floor, saw Felix rolling around in it and moaning in agony. She had no idea what had happened to him after the beating. Her only thought had been to escape, return to the comfort and familiarity of her condo in Manhattan. Quinn had only told her that he would take care of matters, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know any more than that.
    A shiver moved through her, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she climbed to her feet and walked to her window. She glanced at the sofa, or more specifically, to the package she’d found waiting for her when she returned to her office Monday morning. It had been delivered to her office complex last Saturday, which meant Quinn must have arranged to have it here for her when they were still at the resort.
    Two steps took her to the sofa. She picked up the parcel and was about to drop it into the trash, but hesitated. Her fingers rasped over the pretty bow, and even though it might not be in her best interest, she gave a little tug. The silk fell away and she lifted the top of the pretty box to find a sexy red bra and panties. She removed them from the white tissue paper and smoothed her fingers over the material. Her glance moved to the slip of white paper and the instructions to wear them to work Monday morning.
    Had Quinn intended to show up, to remove them from her body? She touched the warm, buttery leather on her sofa. It was just last week he’d taken her right here. Put her over his knee and disciplined her. A cry lodged in her throat, half of her wanting to be with him again while the other half wanted to run farther away. The constant tug of war on her emotions and her senses was turning her into a mad woman.
    She threw the lingerie back into the box and struggled with the lid, slapping the corners with her palm to force it back in place. Giving up on it, she turned to her window, bracing shaking hands on the sill as she struggled to find some semblance of balance. Horns blared on the street below as heavy rain clouds darkened the sky and blackened the pavement—a fitting match for her somber mood.
    There was, however, a part of her that was grateful her friends were all free tonight. She’d called them first thing Saturday night after Quinn had dropped her off at her condo. They were anxious to hear the details of her weekend, but the instant they caught the tremor in her voice they knew something had gone terribly wrong. They’d wanted to check in on her, but she just needed time to herself, and instead of explaining it three times over, she convinced them to meet tonight after work. The less she rehashed the events of the night and the way the situation had dredged up memories best left buried, the better.
    Giving her head a hard shake to clear it, she pushed away from the window and grabbed her purse from her desk drawer. She slung it over her shoulder and snatched her umbrella from the rack near her door. She turned her lights off, left her office and hurried down the hall to the waiting elevator. A few seconds later, it deposited her on the main floor, and Tim, the building’s main security guard, gave her a worried look as she signed out for the night.
    “How are you this evening?” he asked. His tone held concern. This wasn’t idle chit-chat.
    A wave of embarrassment moved through her and her cheeks warmed as she lowered her eyes and scribbled her name