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FORTY SIX
“Come with me,” a voice hissed into her ear from behind, sending shivers down her spine.
Liam.
She knew it was him without even turning her head as he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her into the corridors of the yacht. Like a fool, she allowed him to drag her, even though every pore of her body screamed for her to run for her life. But she couldn’t, and like a slave, she went with him – all the way to a deserted VIP suite at the far end of the yacht.
“Amber my dear,” Liam smiled slyly as he closed the door behind them, finally letting go of her wrist. It hurt where he had grabbed her and she nursed it gently. She made a mental note of him not locking the door. That was a good sign.
The VIP suite was much larger than the normal suites and had a built-in jacuzzi in the middle of the room. The warm bubbling water was lit up in bright blue hues by its submerged lights.
His manner was arrogant as he stepped forward and he forced her t
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