I thought I understood the consequences of trying to flee to the West. Death.
Imprisonment without trial. Instead I’m being hunted by the most dangerous man
in the city, secret police officer Reinhardt Volker.
no longer a traitorous factory girl but his elegant and pampered secretary. He
wants to possess me, body, soul – and heart. I’ll do anything to get away from
him, but first that means getting closer.
hatred for my captor but beneath his uniform I discover a man with a past as
scarred as Berlin’s.
escape him soon it will be too late.
not let you go.’ His mouth is close to my ear and he doesn’t need to speak
above a harsh, sinister whisper. ‘You don’t need reminders of your old life as
you are never going back. Do you understand? This is your life now. You’re
lay it out so coldly and brutally takes my breath away. I wish his housekeeper
and secretary could see him now. They haven’t felt him ruthlessly hunt them
down, catch them, possess them. Take sadistic pleasure in trapping them, body
and soul. ‘You can’t make me forget who I am. I’ll always remember, and I’ll
always hate you for what you’ve done.’
There’s so much scorn and amusement in that one brief question. His breath is
warm against my ear and I feel him looking down at me, enjoying that he has me
his mercy. He plants a slow, tender kiss on the side of my neck and I feel my
pulse thundering beneath his lips. It’s a kiss that belies the cold cruelty of
his words and the steel of his embrace. It’s the kiss of a lover, soft and sensuous,
and something clenches low in my belly in response.
cruelty, and armed myself against brutality, but I wasn’t prepared for this. I
wasn’t prepared for him to be gentle and I don’t know how to fight it. He
shifts his arms, one hand moving to caress my throat and I draw in a soft
breath of surprise and need. He feels it, and his lips move up to my jaw,
trailing burning kisses.
please, I don’t want this. He can’t strip me of my will to resist him along with everything else. I
will garb myself in hatred for him. I will steep my body in antipathy and rage.
Even so, it takes every ounce of strength I have to speak. ‘I’ll never be
comes out as a breathy whisper, not the defiant shout I wanted it to be.
curve into a smile against my throat. ‘Oh, Liebling. Yes, you will.
I have not even begun to try and you are already giving in.’
alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not
writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning
her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes
that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures
are possible. Brianna lives in London.