ged her away, her heels

shot her a quick, sharp glanc

n Vortex w

dies toward the back of the club. The pressure on her wrist was excruc

crete fire escape. He shoved it open and pulle

e, he threw her against

ocked the win

either side of her head, caging her in. His

oice a low, dangerous growl. "Are

uised wrist. There was no fear on her

ctually," she said. "Until you so

lsed in h

ne of her red dress, to the el

" he demanded, his voice rough. "Fo

ho else? You? A man who is

racing the line of her collarbone. Hi

," he warned, "you are sti

't," she said, her voice hard as steel. "Don't touch

undisguised revulsion in her eyes. For the first t

ess. He leaned in closer,

"What happens between Georgiana

pression was replaced by a look of profoun

ed it to his throat, her cool fingert

d gesture mad

brushing his ear, her vo

ed. "After all, I have no interest in what a man

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