The knock echoed through the suite, sharp and insistent. Michael pinned Evelyn to the wall, his eyes narrowing into predatory slits. "If that's a man out there, Julian Sin or his brat brother George, you're dead," he hissed against her ear. Evelyn shoved his chest, her face flushed with a mix of fury and physical agitation. "Get off me!" Michael didn't move immediately. He leaned in, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp before finally releasing her. He sauntered back to the bed, propping himself up against the headboard and flicking his silver lighter with nonchalant arrogance.
