CHAINED HEARTS

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could feel his gaze sliding down t

us,

the scene, but Lia only nodded absently. Her heart beat a li

ts rose, Viktor stood slowly, adjuste

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tension. Like he wanted to possess

aid, slinging her bag over her shoulde

his voice. "I don't need poe

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se racing. "That's yo

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herself to the powder room -

he corner into the hall, a

ly pulled into a shadowed

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second - no preamble, no warning. A kiss that tasted like

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d at her sides. "Yo

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ll, his hands splaying across her hips. He kissed her like he was starving,

hands gripping his shirt, needing s

suddenly, she

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when her head fell back in surrender, not when she cried

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