errifyingly like desire. "Tell me you regret it," he growled, his voice raw. "Tell me you regret le
receded, replaced by a cold, clear contempt. "The only thing I regret," she said, he
ark that ignite
ssession. His lips were hard, demanding, and she tasted the metallic tang of blood as his
hest, her hands balled into fists. She tried to bring her knee up, but he pinne
t her lips, his words muffled and furious.
in that moment, she hated her own weakness more. As she struggled, her flailing hand bruit. She swung her arm back and brought it
econd. It was all she needed. She bit down hard on his lower lip, tasting his blood now, wa
of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wild, unhinged. He didn't com
ne hitting plaster made her flinch. When he pulled his han
Only a cold, trium
lian?" she taunted, her voice laced with venom. "Lashing out? Or is it the guilt from wha
m that was raw and bleeding. He whipped his head around to face her, his eyes b
er eyes. "No idea? You destroyed them! You sit here in your palace built on the ru
had inflicted on her. "Do you see their faces in your dreams? My father's, when he re
his hands to his temples, as if trying to hold his
," she whispered, twisting the knife. "You will
sk, hurling it at the floor. It shattered into a thousand pieces, the sound echoing th
He froze in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene: his boss, bleeding and
ed at Killian, at his bleeding hand and the wreckage around him. "I'll have the preli
ch her eyes, she turned and walked out of the office
ower, back on the crowded sidewalk. Only then did she rea
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