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he Manhattan penthouse bedroom, Aurora lay flat on her back against the velvet mattress. Her fingers twisted into the silk sheets as she tried to calm her ragged breathing

gers to uncurl from the sheets, she raised her arms

cent of bourbon, hovered an inch above the side of her neck. Aurora instinctively tilted h

skin, heavy, hurried footsteps echoed d

ly ajar mahogany double doors. Dante didn't stop. He didn't even bother to look back, lock

metal entrance door was shoved open. Leather shoes po

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ora's eardrums like a jolt of high-voltage electricity. Her heart dropped into her stomach. P

With one large hand, he easily pinned her wrists a

the bedroom door. The mahogany panel

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over Aurora's shaking body, wrapping her from head to toe. Turning

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emed to stop breathing for a full second under the weight of that command. Afte

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the heavy thud of the outer suite door closing.

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shattering her last shred of hope. Underneath the cashmere blanket, her body shook uncontr

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ing down on her chest until she could barely breathe. Finally, he looked away,

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acing to find a way out of this trap. She threw off the blanket and stumbled toward her dress scattered on th