I'm the Donna, but My Ex Thinks I'm a Stripper
With Cristian's approval, everyone grew even more frenzied. Someone rushed over, shoved me to the ground, and forced my head down toward Cristian's lap.
My dress slipped off my shoulders as they pushed me forward, exposing my cleavage and bare skin to Cristian, who was looking down at me.
"Let her go."
Desire flickered in his eyes. He shoved Tatiana aside, and everyone froze.
Cristian leaned down and grabbed my chin. He whispered close to my ear, his voice strained and hoarse, "I know you don't have a damn husband, Aria. Come back to me. Otherwise you'll always be nothing but a cheap bitch in heat."
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