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... d. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the mattress, his chest heaving slightly. He had expected a kiss. He had expected tenderness. He had not expected this sudden, commanding shift in power.
The woman standing before him was not the stern Duchess who put people in their place. She was not the schemer who crafted plans against her enemies. She was a goddess of the night, naked and glowing in the moonlight, holding a black ribbon like a weapon of war.
Marissa loomed ...
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