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Her eyes snapped open at the threat—and he slammed his demanding lips onto hers instantly.
He kissed her like he was pouring both his anger and hunger into that kiss, while his hands, still holding the gun, entered her top and grabbed her breasts, the cold metal pressing against her warm, soft skin. But Rosa was still disgusted and terrified of this dangerous mafia king, and she pushed him away.
He narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a dangerous warning.
“I… I’m not comfortable with a dead body lying here in its blood,” she stammered nervously, still very terrified.
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