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nd of the hall and stepped asi

stepped inside and

furniture sharp-edged and expensive. A king-sized bed dominated the center, dressed in black sheets that matched

ng out of a movie. Col

trailed off, uns

me. He threw his jacket onto a leather chair and

used t

the present like a shield. "Do you always decor

glance. Not a smi

ession unreadable. "I like ord

hing twisting in my ch

ok at me. Di

clown," h

"I just... you have all this. Money. Powe

and pulled the curtain back just a few inches. Moonlight

w his brains out," he said flatly. "S

in my throat. "I

dropping the curtain again. "Next time,

o the bathroom, the door

shaking again. Why did he say that? Why did he tell me that? There was p

he present still s

houldn't

be I s

r. The low sound of runni

refully, then peeled away the wrapping pape

lain, wooden, with

pped i

gas

ngle charm at the center a small sapphire teardrop. U

e me. P

, heart racing. What t

resent and shoved it under a pillow just as Hunter st

me but didn't

ckly. "I'm goi

ne. I grabbed a nightshirt from the closet and went into the bathr

ile?" I whispered

n was what happened to h

n an oversized nightshirt, my hair loosely tied back. Hun

de me jump. It creaked open, and a woman in a neat bl

lled the cart beside the bed and lifted the silver lids one

like it was so

he maid nodded before slipp

and ate slowly, trying not to rush, but exhaustion was creeping in

e before curling up on the bed, the soft sheets swallowing me

sleep. The room was dim, silent u

voice was low, firm

er; no towel, no distance. Just bare skin and raw heat. Every inch of his body looked carved from stone, shadows tracing over h

command in his tone making my pu

hirt. His gaze dragged over me, slow and deliberate, like he was claiming ever

sta

unless you're ready to deal with

He moved i

on the bed

my lungs. "You think I don't see how you look at me?" he whispered, eyes dark a

nte

t rough... but firm enough to remind me who was i

ou breathe my air. You look at me like that, and I'll m

st. There was no rush, just the weight of his touch, as if he wanted to memorize the feel

n how. His gaze never left mine, and with every inch of co

ing in my throat as the air

most a whisper. "That heartbeat? That's

nvoluntarily, and of

drifted lower, over the curve of my waist, and I whim

u like this. No one else gets

ng. "Say it," he repeated, voice

d, the word barel

ps against my ear. "You're mine, Adriana. My

dy, breath teasing my skin, before pulling back like

d cold once again. "You're not getting in

his smirk returning sl

come in there and remind y

nd him, leaving me breathless, aching, a