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Chapter 72

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Aryn

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice filled with an edge of pure exhaustion. My hand, still gripping the knife, instinctively dropped to my side, the blade pointing uselessly at the plush carpet. It was a reflex, a futile attempt to appear less armed, as if he hadn't already seen it.

He simply smiled, a slow, familiar curve of his lips. He raised the crystal flute to his mouth, taking another deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving mine. The clinking of the ice in the bucket was the only sound in the suite, increasing the tension. He seemed amused by my surprise.

My gaze flickered around the room. The door was still ajar, a sliver of the brightly lit hallway visible. I slammed it shut with my foot, the heavy wood thudding against the frame. The lock clicked into place with a satisfying finality, as if I could somehow create a barrier between myself and the world outside.

I turned back to him, my eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every inch of his perfectly composed f
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    Aryn I stood there, the white hotel robe wrapped tightly around me, my hair still absurdly covered by the towel. I walked over to the shattered glass on the door frame, the shards glittering on the plush carpet like malicious jewels. My hand still ached from where Marcus had grabbed me, and my body felt violated, even though nothing truly happened. It was the principle of it, the sheer audacity."Fuck," I whispered. I kicked at a stray shard of glass, sending it skittering across the floor. I needed a shower. I needed to scrub him off me, scrub this whole goddamn night off me.Just as I took a step towards the bathroom, a new sound cut through the silence.Ding-dong.The doorbell.My head snapped up, my body tensing instantly. Who the hell was that now? My mind raced, trying to conjure a logical explanation. Housekeeping? Unlikely at this hour. Another one of Marcus's twisted games? Probably.I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. My eyes darted around the suite, searching

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    Aryn“Marcus—” I started, but before I could even think, he was on his feet.He grabbed me by the wrist so hard I thought he might snap it.“Shit—Marcus, let me go!” I hissed, twisting against his grip.He didn’t even look at me. His dark eyes were fixed on the door, that cold, calculating glint shining like a damn blade. Without saying a word, he dragged me deeper into the suite, past the stupid designer armchairs and glossy marble counters, until we were in the bedroom.“What the fuck are you doing?!” I yanked at his hand, but he pushed me forward, right up against the huge bed.He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he started pulling at the zipper of my dress.“Marcus!” I slapped his hands away, my voice sharp and shaking. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”He leaned close, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers still fumbling at the back of my dress. “It’s either you help me, or I fucking do it myself,” he growled into my ear.I froze.“What... help you? What the fuck d

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