Was. Going. To. Beat. This. Every thought underlined by another vicious hit to the punch bag, the pain shooting up his bruised knuckles proved a distraction from his dark thoughts. Guilt gnawed at his insides, fury at the injustice of it all. He didn't want to think, to feel. He was in control of...
Robinson woke Sylvia up with a start. God, what now? Could she not have five minutes to herself, damn it? She winced at the renewed pounding on the front door, and tripped up over a stack of newspapers. A gleeful Peggy had dropped them round yesterday with her usual dire p...
Despite Raoul being out of town on business, her escort arrived without fail. Since that fateful night of her attack her life had changed beyond recognition. Raoul had basically kept her hostage in his flat for three passionate days and nights of sex, interspersed with lon...