Isabella's grip on Caleb's neck tightened fiercely. Her body, trembling from blood loss, pressed flush against his broad chest. Her rapid breaths fanned warmly against his sharp jawline. In the middle of the freezing Black Castle lobby, surrounded by three elite hitmen who had been reduced to mindless slabs of meat, the woman had instead found a blazing, intoxicating lust."I need a man like you, Caleb Thorne," Isabella repeated, her voice huskier and more urgent. Her torn silk gown exposed her long thighs, intentionally rubbing against Caleb's dress pants. "My own family is hunting me. They threw me away like trash. But with a monster like you by my side, I can destroy them all."Caleb stared into Isabella's wild eyes. He didn't back down an inch. Instead, he snaked one arm around her slender waist, pulling her even closer until there was absolutely zero space left between them. Blood from Isabella's shoulder stained Caleb's shirt, but neither of them gave a damn.