Alexander's POVMy hands did not caress; they grabbed. Anger was a hot fuel in my veins, and her body was the only place to discharge it. She tried to turn, and I turned her with brute force, making her face the fury in my eyes and, of course, become sufficiently distracted not to notice the fallen envelope. Her slender fingers closed around my wrists, not to break free, but with a pressure that promised scratches."Alexander," she spat my name, her warm breath hitting my face. Her green eyes were two lakes of gasoline about to catch fire. "You have no idea how much I want you."I let out a low, rough laugh. Her game was pathetic. "Then stop talking and show me," I challenged, burying my face in her neck, not in a kiss, but in a bite disguised against her salty skin. She arched her body against mine, an involuntary act of surrender that filled me with perverse pleasure."But," she moaned, and her nails dug into my skin, "my pleasure will be halved. It always is. While the shadow of th
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