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n ornate gold fountain pen across the mar

ried iron. The script was done in sweeping, dark crimson calligraphy. At the base, three bo

as my gaze swep

l Bond. Shared.

eady whisper as I looked up through my lashes. "It re

ut, his long fingers trailing a slow, featherlight path from the crook of my elbow down to the inside of my wrist. A decadent shiver

e heat rising in my chest. "This i

rching, burning straight through the silk dress, anchoring me effortlessly against his chest. He bent down unt

raight down to my core. "You came in here looking for wolves, little bird. You wanted men who

loused thumb resting right beneath the swell o

ckle softly tracing the line of my jaw before lifting my chin with agonizing slow

ting it just enough to let his words sink into my mouth. "Brad called you boring. He treated you

ngers tracing my collarbone, and Kaelen's intoxicating gaz

as screaming at the shee

d the corner of my mouth, teasing, testing, but never quite kissing me. "Sign the paper, Joslyn Roth. Give your

sed between my t

ty line. My heart hammer

to three lethal men I barely knew. I hesitated, the nib hove

ding one life fo

illed my mind-the cruelty in his eyes whe

ng. If I was going to ruin Brad Key, I would do i

ent and stroked my signature with a

ex finger. I gasped as a tiny droplet of blood welled up, pressing right against the damp ink of my nam

oan against my throat, his grip ti

with dark satisfaction as he g

ked smirk carving into his face. "Good girl," he rumbled