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24. A Shift in Power
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2025-03-06 22:00:07The second they got back to the penthouse, Amelia pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing against his. Adrian groaned in surprise but quickly recovered, his hands finding her hips and squeezing hard.
"Impatient, are we?" he teased against her lips.
"Shut up," she muttered, reaching for his tie and yanking it free.
"You hated watching her touch me," he murmured against her lips.
Amelia moaned as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cool glass window overlooking the city. "I hated that she thought she could."
Adrian growled, his teeth grazing her throat. "You should have told me to fuck her off."
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