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“Not yet,” he murmured against my lips, the words a low, rough vibration that sank straight into my bones.“But—”He barely let me form the protest before his mouth claimed mine.His fingers slid deeper as he kissed me, swallowing the soft, breathy sound that escaped my throat. His tongue stroked against mine in the same languid rhythm as his fingers—every shift of his mouth intentional, as if he meant to map every sensitive place inside me with both tongue and hand.When he finally drew back, it was only far enough to speak against my swollen lips.“I want to take my time worshipping every inch of you, my queen.”His thumb brushed a slow, devastating circle against the most sensitive spot inside me, and my hips jerked involuntarily.“We don’t have the time,” I protested weakly, even as my hands somehow found their way into his hair, holding him close.“We do.” His smile was dark, almost lazy. “Three hours is still a long time.”“Three hours?”The doorbell rang—loud, shrill, echoing

TARZAN'S POVThe words still festered in my chest like an open wound, refusing to heal even after a year.“Lena doesn’t deserve you. You gave up everything to keep her safe... and she did that. I know she hasn’t learned the truth yet, but she could at least worry about your injuries... ask questions. If you want to escape this mess, you have to move on without her. I’ll help you.”Damon's voice echoed in my skull as if he'd whispered it just seconds ago, not twelve months past.And now, standing before him again, I realized that time had done nothing to dull the sharp edges of my resentment. If anything, seeing his face only honed that bitterness into a sharper point."Should I come in, at least?" he asked softly. "We haven't seen each other for a year. Aren't you being a little too harsh on me?"I didn't answer.Honestly, words felt useless—inadequate for the storm raging inside me. Instead, I stepped through the doorway, forcing him to retreat backward onto the threshold. Then I pul

I stared at Damon and, for the first time, saw the raw desperation in his eyes—the way his jaw locked, the way his knuckles whitened around the grip of the gun.He meant every word.Live, or die a fool.A bitter, hollow laugh scraped its way up my throat.“You’ve been obsessed with me?” I shook my head slowly. “All those years of loyalty—following my orders, standing at my side—that was it?”“That’s right.” His voice dropped, quieter now. “I’ve waited. I’ve been patient. I thought if I stayed long enough, proved myself enough—”“Proved yourself?” The laugh that followed held no humor at all. “You followed Ricardo’s orders to hunt me down. You put a gun to my head. And now you expect me to believe you ever loved me?”Damon’s face twisted.“I’m trying to save you! Damn it.”“By threatening to kill me?”“I’m giving you a choice!” He stepped closer, the muzzle still leveled at my chest. “Ricardo wants you dead. Lena agreed to poison you. That’s what you’re dying for—a woman who chose her

AUTHOR'S POV NEW LOCATION: USA Rosa sat at the head of the table, her heavily pregnant body propped against a thick, custom-made cushion that her head maid had placed behind her back the moment she arrived. She wore a silk red robe over a matching nightgown, the fabric pooling softly around her. Across from her, Lord Ricardo was already dressed for the day in a crisp white shirt with the cuffs rolled once and a dark waistcoat left unbuttoned. His gaze kept returning to her, again and again, as if the very chair she sat in might somehow harm her. He was ensuring—down to the last detail—that she was perfectly comfortable. "Ouch." Rosa winced as a sharp kick landed. "What's the matter, my love?" Ricardo asked, his voice soft with concern. "Your baby just kicked my ribs like a karate master," Rosa said with a laugh. "I apologize on their behalf," Ricardo replied gently, reaching across to take her hand and press a kiss to her knuckles. Monica, the senior housekeeper, entered the d

Before Ricardo could utter another word, the heavy oak door of the dining room swung open with a deep, resonant groan.A guard stepped inside and bowed his head briefly toward Ricardo.“Forgive the intrusion, my Lord, but I bear an urgent message—for your ears alone.”Rosa lifted her gaze from her plate, her fork pausing mid-air. A single strand of dark hair fell across her cheek as she tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. She chewed slowly, glancing from Ricardo to the guard.Ricardo gave a curt nod and waved the man forward. The guard crossed to his side, leaned in close, cupped a hand around Ricardo’s ear, and whispered the information.Ricardo’s eyes flew wide.For a long moment he sat frozen. Then he exploded.“Find Damon immediately!” he thundered, his voice cracking like a whip. “Bring him to me—now!”Rosa flinched. Her knife clattered against the plate.“What’s going on?” she asked, panic rising in her voice.“Leave us,” Ricardo commanded, sweeping his hand towar