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She bared her teeth in something between a snarl and a grin. “It’s a promise.”

I barely jerked my head back in time when she snapped forward, her teeth trying to sink into my bottom lip.

I almost let her do it.

“Fiery little thing,” I muttered, releasing her and taking a step back.

My fingers trailed over the belt still wrapped around her throat before I unfastened it and replaced it with my hand.

I gave her a slow, predatory smile. “We’ll see about that,printsessa.”

She was still panting, her eyes burning with fury and something else, something deeper, darker. Like ignited desire.

I knew mine reflected the same thing back at her. Before she could lunge for me or try to attack me in any way, which I knew she was planning, I sat her ass back down on the chair and secured her wrists and ankles in the shackles.

Zoya fought me with every move.

She screamed at me, spewed curses and even tried to bite me a few more times. I considered letting her just so I could feel her teeth sink into my flesh and her lips touch me again.

It was only fair.

She had felt the sting of my hands; I wanted to feel the bite of her teeth.

Soon.

Instead, I turned my back on her to leave.

Her angry shouts followed me out the door.

I didn’t hear them.

I was more focused on how stunning she looked as she fought me and how incredible she would feel when she finally submitted to me.

CHAPTER 11

ROMAN

She almost broke me.

I was supposed to break her—make her submit, get the answers we needed, and forget her name.

That was the plan.

It should have worked.

She was nothing but a pawn. Meant to be used. Sacrificed.

So why the hell couldn’t I get her under control?

I wasn’t the kind of man who lost his head over a pretty blonde with a sharp tongue and fuckable curves. But I’d never met a woman so fierce. So unapologetically alive.

And those damn flashing green eyes.

I tried to shake the image from my head. Focus on something else. Anything else.

I was supposed to be making dinner. Instead, my mind wandered to her.

That moment when her innocence brushed against the head of my cock—I nearly lost it.

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