VALENTINA I stepped back, the air cooling my skin. My eyes never left his as my hands gathered the hem of my short black dress. I raised it slowly, up over my thighs, past my hips, revealing the bare, slick skin beneath. His gaze dropped, darkened, and the control in him snapped. In less than a second, his hand was at my throat, not squeezing, but claiming. He pulled me flush against him, the hard planes of his body imprinting on mine. “Very well,” he growled, his breath scorching my lips. In one fluid motion, he jacked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me across the room. He didn’t walk, he stalked. To the bedpost. He pinned me, the pressure delicious against my spine, and finally, his mouth crashed down on mine.It was the best kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, yet the kiss was all hunger and possession. I could taste the drink, the spice, the dark promise of him. My head spun. His hands moved over me, my back, my ass, my ribs, like he was mapping a terr
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