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... f the estate, his grip on her thighs bruisingly tight, ignoring the servants who scattered out of their path like frightened birds.
Aria wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. She could hear the heavy, furious rhythm of his heart against her chest, a war drum that matched the frantic, erratic beating of her own.
For all her bravado downstairs—the finger-licking, the taunts—the reality of what was about to happen was starting to crash down ...
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