Page 366 of Hell Hath No Fury

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Four years and I still couldn't get the taste of her off my tongue.

"Wait, you know each other?" someone asked behind me.

"No," Jules protested.

"Yes," I corrected.

"That is—" she began, her sunburnt face flushing purple.

"We don't really—"

We fell silent, glaring at each other.

"Is this a sex thing?" the woman behind me asked.

Jules started, shaking her head vehemently. "No, it's not a sex thing!"

I cocked an eyebrow. "You sure about that,Little Red?"

She ducked her head and darted away, following the group of new refugees as they were escorted across the parade ground.

Anticipation sizzled under my skin, my hands itching to wrap around her delicate throat.

Run all you want, Jules. But here, in my club, there's nowhere to hide.

With a dark chuckle, I stalked after her, ready to claim my woman.

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