The Don stood still for a moment, his sharp eyes locked on his opponent, the silence between them thick with promise. Then, with deliberate calm, he peeled off his shirt, exposing his raw masculine energy.From her uncomfortable position on the floor, Tatjana stared, transfixed. She wanted to sigh, to swoon over him, at this piece of carved manliness… rippling muscles, flat board abs…The Assassin’s large hand was around her throat, but she was unaware of anything but the Alpha male presence of Lucien Delano.He exuded virility, almost animal-like. The ruggedness, the predatory masculinity in his stance, feet apart, ready and alert, as he stood, stripping down to his expensive trousers, kicking off his shoes, it made her swallow in unabashed desire.All Tatjana wanted to do was swoon at his feet, beg him to make rough love to her…She was still bound, her wrists hurt, and so did her cheek and ear, still ringing from the blow the assassin had delivered. But young Tatjana was oblivious
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