The Billionaire's Salvation: (The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Max) by J.S. Scott

now he’s threatening everyone I care about. I should have never married Max. I should have stayed away from him. He doesn’t deserve this.
    A set of cold, slimy lips clamped down against hers, and Mia tried to choke down the bile rising in her throat, willing herself not to struggle. It would be a fight against a madman, and she’d lose. She needed to think. If she didn’t, Max and her brothers could die.
    Focusing on thoughts of Max, she tried to block out everything except her husband until Danny had finally stopped grinding his mouth on hers, leaving her lip bleeding.
    “I can think of a better use for that mouth,” he said in his lunatic voice. He pushed her to her knees and ripped open the fly of his jeans, his member flopping out in front of her face. “Suck me. You know you want to.”
    Tears flowed down her cheek as she eyed the flesh in front of her face, starting to gag from the noxious odor of an unwashed body and filthy clothing.
    I can’t do this. I can’t do this.
    But one thought of Max, the thought that he was about to board a plane taking him out of harm’s way, and she did the unthinkable, complying with what the psychopath wanted, blocking out everything except getting through the degrading act, giving Max enough time to be airborne.
    She heard the revving of the airplane’s engine, giving her hope as she finally gagged, trying to pull away from the body in front of her, but she couldn’t move, the grip on her to hold her head in place relentless.
    She gagged just as the plane moved down the runway.
    And then she vomited, and for that involuntary reaction, she was severely punished.

    Mia woke gasping for air, sitting straight up in bed, her hand to her stomach to fight her nausea, her body moist and the sheets wet with her sweat.
    It was a nightmare. Just a horrible dream.
    Still, she was panting as she slid her feet to the floor and stumbled to the master bathroom, completely naked. She closed the door and flipped on the light, staring at the terrified face looking back at her in the mirror. It was her, a person she recognized, no longer two women in the same body, but one woman who had changed in the last few years. Suddenly, she knew who she was, and all of the memories that had eluded her came flooding back in a rush of knowledge that overwhelmed her senses.
    Shivering, she flipped on the shower, letting the water get hot before stepping inside, hoping the warmth would take away the cold chill running up her spine from the shock of recovering her memory. Fear spiked her adrenaline, making her entire body ready for flight.
    Run. Run. Run. I can’t stay here. I have to leave. I have to protect Max.
    Mia poured body wash into her hand, using it liberally, trying to scrub away the memories of her dream. Pain tore through her chest at the knowledge that she couldn’t stay with Max. Not if she really loved him. And she did. So much that it was tearing her apart.
    Almost as if she’d willed it, Max was suddenly behind her, his arm coming possessively around her waist, his solid, muscular body supporting her.
    “Miss me?” he asked in a husky voice against her ear. “You should have woken me up and taken me with you.”
    Oh God, she’d like to take him with her wherever she went, never having to be away from him again. Max was the other half of her soul, and the thought of being separated from him ever again nearly killed her. She turned and wound her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder as she held him, skin to skin, against her. She wanted to memorize the feel of him, try to absorb his essence into her soul. “Bad dream. I was all sweaty,” she murmured, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Not now.
    “Then you definitely should have woken me up. I love being all sweaty with you.” Taking her lightly by the shoulders, he pulled her back to look into her eyes, tipping her chin up with his strong fingers. “Hey. Are you okay?”
    “Yeah. I’m good