ing like the cold hotel room or the shabby corners of her flat. This place was wa

her lungs. Ever since he saved her again-this time from the masked men

rembled when they touched her wa

te dress shirt, his expression unreadable. He looked exhausted-hair ruffled, sl

him. "You've b

tep. "I've been

ng me in

get near you, I lose control. T

ed. "Then maybe we sh

le

etween them, he

hers, fierce and possessive, the kiss tasting like longing and fury. Zaria responded with equ

t. His body was lean and strong, scarred in places she hadn't exp

her down with reverence, but the way his fingers explored her made her gasp. His mouth found every sensiti

en desires. Zaria moaned his name, and Damon responded like a man starve

, his fingers stroking her back. For the first time, there was n

let this happen,

ted her h

"Because I'm goi

his phone buzzed on the nightstand

up. "Wha

hey found something.

old. "What kind

k. "A wire. Someone's been re

thudded. "Who

luctantly, he said, "Your ex.

apartment lig

from the drawer. "Get dressed.

orbell

n

n a

toward the hallway. He handed her a robe, lips b

knock wasn

g. And a familiar voi

damn door. We n

lood

as B

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