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Chapter 120

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Aryn

The music was still playing when I leaned into him, pressing close just to see how far I could push. Lorenzo’s eyes burned through the mask, dark and sharp, and I knew I was getting under his skin. That thought alone made me smirk.

I loved the way his breath hitched every time I moved just a little closer. He tried to act like he was in control, like I was the one dancing to his tune, but no—this was my game too. And right now, I had him.

“Relax,” I whispered again, teasing him with his own words.

He muttered something low under his breath, something that sounded a hell of a lot like fuck. The roughness of his voice made my skin prickle with heat. I should’ve stopped—I really should have. But I didn’t.

Because for once, I wasn’t just the girl standing frozen in fear in the middle of a crowded room. I wasn’t the one being stared at, judged, hunted. Right now, in his arms, I was the fire. I was the one making him sweat, curse, and grind his teeth like he was seconds from snapping.
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