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it the marble with a

w of the bar seemed to vanish, swallowed by massive, encroaching

e, closing the space around my barstool until

g blend of ozone before a thunderstorm, crushed pine needles, and raw, hot steel. It was impossibly potent,

single syllable, he bowed his head, gathered his shaker, and

. They were the undisputed apex pr

oal bespoke suit strained across sculpted, corded muscle. His hair was obsidian, his jaw carved from sharp gra

right beside my hip, boxing me into the stool, and leane

arriage?"

a forbidden shudder straight through the pit of my stomach. The warmth of h

t into those hypnotic eyes, letting the edge of my oxb

," I whispered, my voice dripping with dark hon

said, his voice a commanding rumble that vibrat

chuckle drifted

nut hair, sharp, aristocratic cheekbones, and an effortless,

xposed skin of my bare arm. The touch sent a jolt of static dancing across my flesh. "And that

back, the space to

ree, with broad, savage lines, an unbuttoned black shirt revealing the heavy cut of his collar

and raw thunder, sending a dark vibration straight down my spine. He leaned his hip against

d between three walls o

ace the rim of my empty crystal glass, his eyes holding mine in a suffocating lo

for power," I said, the venom returni

veloped by their collective warmth. "Let's call ourselves his

loused fingers delicately capturing a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear with a tenderness that felt dangerously possessive. "We saw th

with such intimate familiarity made my brea

ntil his broad chest practically brushed my shoulder. "And we

f his palm burned straight through the silk fabric, his grip possessive an

bs, caught in a dizzying spiral

mber gaze even as Landon's fingers tightened on my hip. "A

hollow beneath my jaw, his breath scalding my skin. "A b

y light. He leaned down until his chest was pressed against mine, trapping my hands between our bodies. "Yo

d tasted foreign, thi

y pulse spike. "A binding pact that puts you entirely under our protection, our names, and our beds. Imagine Brad's f

ul

Damon, and Landon Gould-the elusive, untouchable triumvir

tly lifting my chin so I had nowhere else to look. "When he sees you standing beside the three men he fears most,

on, dangling the ultimate weapon of retributi