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... lips met the curve of her neck, it wasn’t a kiss—it was the press of a cold, wet blade against her skin. A shuddering gasp escaped Alisha, her body recoiling instinctively, but there was nowhere to go. His hands began their invasive, systematic journey, tracing her skin with a possessive entitlement that made her blood turn to ice.
She felt as if she were drowning in shallow water, her lungs burning, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her voice was no longer the vo ...
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