Chapter 31

Dominic's entire body tensed.

A familiar heat pooled in his groin, sending blood rushing to his head. His breathing became ragged.

Evelyn's intoxicating beauty always captivated him.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, she was weightless in his arms again as he lifted her effortlessly.

Carrying her toward the Ferris wheel, Dominic gritted his teeth against her wandering hands and the feather-light kisses she trailed along his throat. Her lips kept finding the hollow of his collarbone.

Evelyn didn't recognize this man. She barely remembered her own name. Primal instincts drove her actions - this was the only relief from the unbearable fire consuming her.

The agony was unbearable.

Please, someone end this torment.

Her desperate fingers found the third button of his shirt.

The top two buttons were already undone. With a sharp tug, she ripped the third one clean off.

His sculpted chest was revealed, radiating raw masculine power.

"Enough!" Dominic growled, shooting her a warning glare. He punched in the security code with one hand while restraining her with the other.

The Ferris wheel door slid open.

He carried her inside as the cabin began its ascent.

Evelyn gasped. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

The door sealed shut behind them.

Worried she might fall, Dominic carefully lowered her onto the bench seat.

When he tried to pull away, her limp arms coiled around his waist like vines.

Dominic froze.

"I'm burning... please..." Her whimper was barely audible.

Millions of ants seemed to crawl beneath her skin whenever the contact broke.

"Just endure it. Stay still." His voice was thick with restraint. He couldn't look at her - one glance might shatter his control.

"I'm dying..." Her breathing came in ragged gasps. Why wouldn't anyone help her?

Despair washed over her as she rubbed her cold shoulders, tossing her hair to relieve the unbearable heat. She writhed against the seat...

Dominic's jaw clenched. Watching the cabin rise, his body betrayed him despite his iron will.

"I need... please..." Her incoherent pleas were punctuated by soft moans.

His phone rang.

Sebastian's professional tone reported: "Mr. Blackwood, the suspects are detained. However, there's a mother-daughter pair connected to Miss Sinclair."

Dominic's voice turned arctic. "I don't care who they are. Handle it."

"But..." Sebastian hesitated. "Penelope Worthington was with them..."

"Arrest her too." His tone could freeze hell.

After hanging up, Dominic turned - only to find Evelyn's condition had worsened.

Her legs rubbed together desperately beneath her ruined pencil skirt. The once-professional garment now clung indecently, the slit at the back revealing too much.

Dominic was no saint. Five years ago, they'd shared countless passionate nights. Now, at the peak of his virility...

He knew exactly what she needed.

When Evelyn slipped a hand beneath her skirt, Dominic swore violently. He seized her wrist. "Don't."

A man's touch. Evelyn's eyes flew open, rationality gone.

She launched herself at him, her floral scent overwhelming his senses.

"You're drugged," he rasped in her ear. One hand cradled her neck, the other stroked her hair. "If I take you now, will you regret it later? I'll take responsibility."

She nuzzled against him like an affectionate kitten.

"Wha...?" She couldn't comprehend his words, only the unbearable thirst.

Her lips traced his sharp jawline, his perfect nose, finally finding his mouth. Her soft curves pressed against him relentlessly.

Dominic saw red.

Her cry of surprise was swallowed by his brutal kiss. It felt like he wanted to break her apart and absorb her into his very being.

Tears streamed down her face as pleasure overwhelmed her. Shame forgotten, she straddled him shamelessly.

Her mischievous fingers tugged his shirt free from his waistband.

Dominic caught her wrists. "Do you know what you're playing with?" he warned darkly.

"I want it... ah!" She was pinned beneath him again, but her hands refused to stay still.