Your breath caught on a pair of dark, molten eyes fixed on you. He looks furious, dangerous and then he smile. Slow. Wicked "Sweetheart, if you wanted me this badly, you could've spared your men the trouble. One word from lips like yours, and I would've come willingly." His gaze swept over you, shameless and scorching "Now... be a good girl. Untie me. I'm curious to see what you'll do with me when I'm free."
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