In Lust with my Sexy Boss
My words were a growl, my hands curling into fists at my sides.
But Celeste only smiled wider, like a predator drawing blood. “Victor Blackwell doesn’t die. He multiplies. And now you’ve seen it, you’ve tasted it, haven’t you, Aria?” Her gaze cut toward her, deliberate, poisonous. “That temper. That control. The darkness he tries so hard to leash, but never really does.”
I lunged, grabbing Celeste by the arm and slamming her back against the wall before the venom could pour further. My breath was ragged, my chest pressed tight against hers. “You don’t get to speak her name. Not like that. Not ever.”
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