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... tened her voice. "Don’t you want to be in your own bed? With me?"
Seeing the fire in Lucian’s eyes, she wondered if what she had just done would backfire. Before she could retreat, his large hand gripped her small neck, pulling her against his lips with a feverish intensity that made her cheeks begin to burn.
’God, I hate him,’ she thought, even as her heart betrayed her by skipping a beat.
Lucian’s grip on her neck was firm; not enough to choke, but enough to broadcast a ...
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