He stepped aside, gesturing at the door. “You have two seconds to wake your bore of a fiancé and bring him here to kill me,” he said, his voice rising with a blue vein popping in his neck. “If those two seconds pass, and you’re still standing there looking like you’re mine, I will throw you against his wall, rip off your clothes, and claim you in ways your deprived little mind, body, and soul could not even imagine.” His chest was heaving, and my eyes were darting from him to the door. “The only restraints I have right now are respect and decorum, Adora, and both are two seconds from being
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