Bella’s heart was a frantic, trapped thing, beating a wild rhythm against her ribs. Two minutes, Andre’s voice had echoed, and the clock was already ticking. She snatched a shawl from the desk, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders, trying to cover the evidence of the heat that still throbbed beneath her skin. The man who had stood by the fireplace moments before was an entirely different organism from the one who was now gone. He was possessive and loud, a predator who didn't care about the chase, only the kill. The man who had just touched her. "Are you incapable of following a simple instruction?" Andre demanded, turning to look at her, his eyes cold and devoid of the startling intensity she had just witnessed. "Fix yourself, wife. We have appearances to keep." He didn't notice the disarray of her dress. He didn't notice the slickness between her thighs. He only saw a slow, stupid woman. Bella forced herself to breathe. She had to get away from him, or she would shatter. H
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