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The next bite I held just out of reach.

She leaned forward, hair falling across her face, tongue darting out to reach it.

My cock throbbed. Pre-cum soaking into my boxers.

Feeding her shouldn’t turn me on this much.

I gave her the bite. And another.

Every time she swallowed, my control slipped a little more.

I had come in here to break her.

Instead, I was the one unraveling.

And it wasn’t her resolve turning to dust.

It was mine.

CHAPTER 12

ROMAN

“Roman?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, laced with just a hint of need as she blinked up at me.

My brain short-circuited.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She bit her bottom lip and cast her eyes downward before flashing them back up at me. “Come here?”

“I’m right here,” I said, mesmerized as her little pink tongue traced her top lip.

“Closer?” she whispered.

I leaned in. Her scent wrapped around me—dark, seductive, purely feminine. I didn’t even think it was perfume. It was her.

“Closer,” she purred, lips curling into a soft pout.

“Yes?” I was barely inches from her. Her breath whispering over my lips. I ached to claim her mouth again.

“I have a secret.”

“Tell me.”

“My men are going to find you and kill you. Then they’re going to gut whoever hired you before burning the entire Ivanov clan to the fucking ground.”

My mind spun. It took a beat to catch up. I backed off just in time to avoid her teeth as she lunged.

Crazy bitch.

Why did that turn me on so goddamn much?

Her laughter followed me as I stormed out—sharp, mocking, a little hysterical.

Damn her.

She’d won that round, and she knew it.

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