“I said stay.”
God, that voice. It sent shivers down her spine, and she gasped as his calloused fingertips slid over her skin.
“Such a beautiful neck. Too bad it belongs to a liar.”
He shifted his large hand to her throat, and those digits tightened, threatened to cut off her air supply and froze her words of protest.
“I know who sent you.” He whispered the words into her ear. Hot puffs of air ghosted across her sensitive skin, sent tingles of awareness along her nerve endings.
“And that means you’re mine to kill or... fuck.”
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