TUESDAY 1:00 AMThe sharp edge of a knife goes straight to my throat, stopping me cold in my bed.From the pale, delicate wrist hovering in the periphery of my vision, I know my would-be killer is a woman.I don't even breathe. In the suffocating silence of my bedroom, the only sound is the frantic, jagged rhythm of my own heart.Logic states I should reach up, seize that wrist, and snap the radius until bones crack, squeeze her fingers until they can't hold steel anymore.I should pin her down and remind her why men fear the name Carlos.Instead, my blood rushes north & knowing its master, my cock thrums with a sudden, agonizing hardness.Because through the gloom, I see her.Her tits positioned right above my face, her body hovering over mine in the darkness like an avenging angel.I let her scent: a deep cocktail of spice and something intoxicatingly sweet, fill my lungs."You don't know me, do you?" Her voice trembles with rage barely contained."Thalia," I rasp. Her name isn't a
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