Owned By The Don
he said, mouth curving faintly, “but it’s real.”
When his mouth met hers, it wasn’t punishment or possession, it was something fiercer, older. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to remind her of every night that had come before. She pressed closer, matching the rhythm, the heat.
The kiss broke, just barely. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, “the doctor..."
He silenced her with another kiss, softer this time. “Says the woman who refused to stay home during war. Says the woman who offered herself as a go-between between my brother ans I. We’ll see him tomorrow.” The smirk was devilish in itself.
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