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He couldn't bring himself to strike her, even as her fingernails began to draw blood from his neck.
"Kill... the... King," she whispered, her face inches from his.
Even in his suffocating haze, Vladimir felt a sickening jolt of desire. It was sick, twisted, but the way she looked at him—with a raw, predatory intensity—was a dark reflection of the woman who used to challenge him in the bedroom. She was a goddess of destruction, and even now, he wanted to be the one she destroyed.
With a final, desperate surge of strength, Vladimir pressed his mouth to hers. It wasn't a romantic kiss; it was a collision. He poured every ounce of his grief, his rage, and his desperate love into that contact, ho
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