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was an ac

starved, violent desperation. His hand tightened in her hair, anchoring her in place while h

his lips, the sound

aiming territory that didn't belong to him. The taste of him-mint and dark, expens

ng seconds, she

the soft cotton of his t-shirt. She felt the heavy, frantic thu

ty shatter

ber. The penalty

way, shoving her hands

ttress. Her chest heaved. Her lips burned, sw

dark hair was slightly messy where her fingers had gripped it. His grey-blue eyes

g the back of her hand across her

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e if you cou

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kissed

ke a physical blow. The a

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s were in my shirt. Your mouth opened for mine. If Alexander or t

the bed frame. There was nowhere else to go. "We are in a

at radiating off his body was suffocati

mmeted. "What is tha

you look at me like you hate me on the press tour tomorrow, I will pull you in f

rcing me to live in your house, and now you're t

ault if you'r

screamed, the rage finally snapp

reflexes were terrifyingly fast. He didn't

inst her rising panic. "Until the ink dries on that

ther see Re

tone burns, Crew's foundation burns with it. And you will never let that happen.

r the frantic pulse jumping beneath her skin. The ge

"Dinner is in ten minutes. And you are going

ut of the bedroom, lea

ving out. She stared at the empty doorway, her heart

gers trembling as she touche

d the shape of his mouth, the way his hands fit around her waist, like some cruel kind of muscle memor

verything and turned him into the monster she needed him to be. She had never let herself think about what he had looked lik

on made her s

hated him with ever

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dark, twisted knot low in her s

kissed h