Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

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a liquid fire that did nothing to ca

to match the void

ght bleeding through the blinds. The ring sat on the mahogany desk in front of me.

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robe, sheer enough to tease the lace beneath. She didn't smell

sauntering toward me

voice was gravel, scra

ng onto my shoulders like cold weights. "She was sick, Dante. She starte

down my chest, t

her voice dripping with rehearsed symp

p, straddling me. She leaned i

her wrists,

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er eyes. Only calculation

d she's dea

eaning closer. The silk of her robe slip

pped to her

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mask. She tried to pull away. "I... I had it remo

't erase deep tissue

tumbled back, barely keepi

rising from the chair like a waking nightmare. "Y

ammered, retreating toward

napped its chains. The grief was still the

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in the air. "Go to your room. If you try to leave the

, you're jus

a crystal tumbler and hu

her head. She fled, sla

back in, deaf

chest, at the tattoo i

name. The name only I

ame. I had tortured t

for

smooth skin and a

icion began to coil in my g

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of security. "We're going to th