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rds weren't just chilling-they were seductive. Not in the traditional, charming sense, but

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ice dropped an octave. "You came into my world thinking you could expose

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she whispered, more t

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rn?" she ask

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t wasn't even a thr

and through her hair, her tho

up her independence. Her

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else, too. Som

magnetic pull

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when she finally sai

just slightly.

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grow

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ething dangerous and electric, like being pulle

e to be owned,

his drink. "Ownership is such a cru

cci?" sh

but his eyes were razor

stood, slowly, and extended a

houghts could catch up, and she took his hand. His grip was firm

e back of the club. Music throbbed faintly through the walls, but here, i

d of the hallway, nodding at Damien

ook back as he

what she

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r lighting, and a massive desk surrounded by leath

when they were inside, lo

the desk. "Then you need context. You need to

nsure if she should sit.

hing that almost looked like amus

ink and gestured toward the

is story before but never to someone like her. "Cold. Calculating. He used peo

lent. She didn't

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by piece. I didn't inherit this world-I too

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that?" she asked,

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tly. "Then may

pace-air. But the room sudde

ed to be a story

ut don't pretend you're just observing anymore. You c

air from her face. His touch was barely

in you," sh

d. "But the real

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bursts. The question echoed in her h

say yes.

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and breath and heat, like he had been waiting for her

ng his shirt, but she didn't push

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