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ts were

.. something expensive I

't smell like fresh linen and cinnamon soap. Or... maybe

idea. My head spun, l

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sive, carved with some old rich-people design-and tried to focus. Big window. Curtai

n the stre

in a..

damn

e door clic

finally here to claim my l

n his arms. He carried me like I weighed nothing, who wrap

uch different now in

ong his forearms. Hair too perfect. Eyes li

fabric. The faint scar near his collarbone. The way his voice was alway

I was takin

he muttered expe

tered before I c

itched. Jus

en?" he finally asked,

owed. "

t na

sita

oo small. My whole body tensed. Not becaus

as w

shifting under his shirt as he moved, and some crazy, needy par

away. What the hel

at?" he a

ders. "Leona- None

twitched-maybe amusement, ma

Bleeding," he uttered slowly. "You laid on m

give you the right to interro

d. Like he was analyzing everything, f

my house,"

alt

t. S

bed. Right to where I laid. The mattress

es softer now. "Why were you run

ped my

he truth,"

t ached. I wanted to lie, b

back there,"

he

om

owed. "What h

he blanket. "Doesn't matter. I'd ra

ing shifted behind his expression

hed. The clock

ndow. Looked out like this was some busines

you disappea

ately fe

ecords. No names. A n

him. "How?

people who make gi

o the offer, scream yes, throw my arms around him lik

I said trying not

"Don't be surprised, kitten. You'l

I asked,

ard me again.

s. No lying. And no touching

one lower. A wa

ould see the shadow of stubble on his jaw. The curve of his neck

self for t

a flash in his eyes. Vulnerabl

p me, feed me... just to

plicated,"

. Glanced over his shoul

t's just a fanc

dn't walk away either. "Do

uld feel safety clawing at the door of my chest. Real

slowly. "

dipped.

s he clicked the d

t pounding. Legs trembling. Not from

my skin like that? Why did I fantasize about that mouth, those hands,

would be like to br

e me apart with that same cold voice

ulled the pillo

r Leona. He just sav

rd a soft knock on the door startling

d pulling the du

hand as she walked to where I laid and dropped it o

r room. Master doesn't want to be disturbed," She dropped i

t was close,

listening to the calm quiet nature of birds chirping a

. Marco...

ce. It was coming fr

aight, ears

owed by a low, masculine grunt. Furnitur

very muscl

his voi

at me like I was a storm and a burden. So,

w

h

an. He could screw whoever he wanted. Hell

embarrassment. My stupid fantasies fl

d faced my face on the be

pecial, I re

er stray he's gro

louder. I co

mage was a