pressing her back as hard as she could a
warm, scented air of the
mming his fist on the mahogany dining table, screaming that she was an ungrateful daughter who had cost him millions. Her stepmother, B
acidic nausea rose
aid, her voice shaking with
row. "Your uncle told
" she yelled, her con
y every ounce of filter she had left. She uncurled
d the door handle. "Let me out! I'm going t
into the rearview mirror, his hands t
the chrome door latch, a large, w
et p
the leather bench, tumbli
ists pounding against his rock-solid chest. "Don't touch me! You're just
ord, his left arm wrapping around her ribs, locking her
oice wasn't loud, but it cut thr
r her thick lashes. "I'll jump out! If you take me back to Bar
nt comple
vision. Her chest heaved against his shirt front. Her hair was a tangled
ned with that same fierce, untamed defiance that h
nds. The cold calculation in his dark eyes melted, repla
a slow, q
s eyes never leaving Dap
Mr. Kn
ake us to the Carly
hesitate. "Un
d into a turn, heading upt
that she wasn't being dragged back to her father's house settled into her ex
o spin again, he
akly plucking at the high collar of her
pped the console between the front seats, low
ody went entirely limp, slumping sideways until he
t sti
t, floral scent of her skin-a mixture of crushed white roses
he adjusted his position, shifting his should
into the fine wool of his lapel. Her small hand wandered
t's heart was beating with
ng restlessly against his thighs, m
His hand came down, firmly catching her restless
he rasped, his voice
her lips brushing lightly again
ped her hand. He forced his head back against the leather headrest, staring out the tinted wi
descended into the private underg
tely, opening the rear passenger door, his e
looke
were parted slightly, a soft,
Bennet sa
ir
t off. Have the staff clea
way, Mr.
beneath Daphne's knees and the other behind
ent, her arms instinctively looping around his neck, buryin
ivate, biometric-locked elevator. He
brass door
hne stirred slightly, whimpering at the sensation of weigh
e mirrored cabin, her pale face looked impossibly yo
tor chime
y into the marble foyer
epping into the dark, silent

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