Grace“Strip,” Adrian said calmly, his voice a low command that vibrated straight through my bones. I froze on my knees in the center of that massive bed, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. He tossed the cufflinks onto a side table. They clinked like bullets hitting marble.“You have ten seconds to take off every stitch you’re wearing,” he continued, voice dropping into something dark and velvet and lethal. “Or I do it for you. And I won’t be gentle.”My mouth opened- to scream, to curse, to beg…..but nothing came out. He stepped forward, rolling his sleeves up to the elbows with deliberate slowness, revealing powerful forearms corded with muscle and covered in intricate ink- saints, skulls, Latin phrases that looked like both blessings and curses. His eyes never left mine, stormy with jealousy, rage, and a hunger so deep it terrified me. “Ten,” he began counting, unbuttoning the top of his black shirt. I clutched the hem of my sweater, fingers trembling.“Nine
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