Anabella refused the heat crawling under her skin and the way her thighs were already slick and sticky against each other, refused the low, hungry throb between her legs that had nothing to do with choice and everything to do with him. She shook her head hard again and again, trying to force the fog of his pheromones out of her skull. Her damp hair stuck to her neck. The robe hung open and useless. The dagger in her right hand felt solid and real, the only real thing left in the room.She looked at him with pure, raw anger.“Stay back,” she said, voice low and rough. “One more step and I will hurt you, Reed. I mean it this time.”Reed only grinned.That same slow, unhinged smile that always made something twist low in her stomach. He didn’t move closer. Instead he reached down with his free hand, cupped the thick, heavy outline of his cock through his pants, and rubbed himself openly in front of her. The wet sound of fabric against skin filled the quiet room. His breathing was alrea
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