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Chapter Twenty-Two
“I want you to ruin me,”
I knew the moment my words got through Roman when his face morphed into a face of a schoolboy who doesn't know what to do. I should applaud myself for accomplishing such a feat but to be perfectly honest, most of my courage came from the alcohol I just drank, making me lose half of my inhibitions and footing.
And I feel hot.
Perhaps asking Roman to ruin me was going too far. Most of the words I blurted out came from the movie Lena made me watch once. The woman in that movie was a siren—a seductress born to dominate men, someone I couldn't be. Though, I couldn't explain the rush of something foreign and alive when I saw the unadulterated desire flash through Roman's amber eyes.
The urge to lick my lips was intense but I held myself instead I bit my lower lip to stop my tongue from darting out.
Wrong move.
Before I could grasp what had happened, I felt the loss of my weight as I was spun
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