The Wild Virgin (HER POV)
I fixed him with a fiery glare, which he met with that same infuriatingly mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with unchecked masculine power.
“What the hell, Ram? Seriously?” I demanded, the sheer annoyance making my voice rough and shaky. I shifted, deliberately widening my stance even more, exposing myself fully to his gaze, hoping my brazenness might, for once, crack his granite composure. The groan that escaped me this time was one of pure, unadulterated exasperation. “Really? This game again?”
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