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Chapter 5

Word Count: 744    |    Released on: Today at 09:35

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anger holding me, to thank him and run. But my b

nd intense, like a surgeon assessing a wo

but I had no strength left. I on

ce a broken whisper. I wanted to e

tinctively pressed myself closer to the cool fabric of h

tightening. His warmth seeped through the thin

t room, all I could make out was a chiseled jaw and thin, tightly press

it. I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that if I didn't fin

die. Not before

single, insane idea took root

the a

otel guest? Another man Chayce had

ded t

his neck. My body arched clumsily toward his. With the

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me, his eyes a bottomless ocean of someth

burned to a cinder by

t care

d and pressed

g through me. But the moment we touched, it was like a

artbeat, clearly stun

l. One of his hands moved to cup the back of my head, and he deepe

ominant kiss that lef

nly piece of wreckage in a stormy sea. I

trode toward the bedroom. I was tossed onto a vast, soft bed, and his

glow filtering in from the window, casting shifti

perverse sense of freedom. In the dark, I could shed my name, my pa

swallowed by a wave of sensation so intense

name. I only knew

usness, a vessel tossed on the violent waves of his passion. He was a re

om sorrow, but from a purely

ughly wiping the tears from my cheek

ul thrust, the poison was purged from my system, s

grey, I finally succumbed to a bone-deep e

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