Chapter Ninety FourAriaThe bed was soft beneath me, a mocking contrast to the rigid, unyielding wall of muscle standing over me. I tried to prop myself up on my elbows, my head spinning with a thousand variables, but the room wouldn't stop tilting.“Zane, I’m serious, I need to get up,” I rasped, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears.He didn't move away, he didn't even argue. Instead, he reached down and gripped my boot, unbuckling the heavy leather with a clinical, terrifying focus.“What are you doing?” I demanded, trying to kick my foot free.“Removing the obstacles,” he replied, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. He tossed the boot aside, a heavy thud echoing on the rug, and moved to the other. “You won’t turn your brain off, Aria. I can see the gears grinding behind your eyes, making you sick. So, I’m going to make your body so loud you have no choice but to listen to it.”He stripped my clothes away with a practiced, rough efficiency. My top, pants and everything fell to
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