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I want her to need me. But I don’t want to change anything about her. She’s been acting fidgety ever since waking up with my hand in her pants in that hotel room.

I know she wants to push me away, but I didn’t chase her all the way to Florida to let her build walls between us.

No, I’m not happy about some douchebag blowing up her apartment, but I’ll take the opportunity to bring her here where I can keep her safe.

And do other things. Like maybe get her addicted to me. Maybe, if I can get her so hung up on my cock, just maybe this sexy little siren will agree to be mine.

I have every intention of protecting her, even if she says no.

But my plan is to win her back. To keep her. To own her.

It’s sick. I know. But I won’t apologize for it.

I need this woman.

My head hasn’t been on right since she came storming into my life. But life with the Vipers means there is always something bigger at stake.

I have a lot of responsibility to Luc and Nico, and all the men and women who work for us. It’s too much to risk being unfocused.

So, yeah, I mean to make Giselle Vega my woman. I have one goal, one intention, and that is to win her.

I’m no stranger to dark, underhanded methods, and I will do whatever it takes to secure my Little Doll to me.

Fuck yeah, I have a plan. One that is meticulously and carefully designed to woo her.

And that plan starts now.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-GISELLE

Iclear my throat to shake away all thoughts of how hot Angel really is, and I turn my attention to my surroundings.

It isn’t easy. I mean, I feel his presence looming over me, and my body shivers with remembered passion.

Get a grip, Sisi, I scold myself.

Like the rest of the condo, the hallway has been recently painted. There are no fumes, but it is brighter than I remember, and there are no pictures or anything hanging up.

“Through here,” he says, and I nod.

I remember where Anna was holed up for weeks with her pregnancy, but I pause as I enter the room.

The air isn’t stale like it should be, considering Anna and Nico moved out months ago. Like the rest of the place, it’s been painted, and the furniture is different.

But even so, I expected it to be impersonal.

Like a hotel.

Maybe smelling of cleaning supplies or whatnot.

Maybe Anna called a service?

I mean, this is fast work. Even if Anna knew I was coming today, this is too quick for it to be for me.

The bedroom is also completely redone.

The enormous bed seems larger than a king and I take in the expensive-looking quilt and the dozen pillows on top. I can tell it was recently made. I take a deep breath, and every bone in my body freezes.

The scent of a familiar masculine cologne lingers in the air. My pulse starts to speed.

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