“Maybe I can invite him to the hotel under the illusion of an apology dinner.” The tip of his nose skates down the length of my neck. “Settle scores for hurting Iman. For hurting you.” Soft lips brush against my collarbone in a tender kiss. “All the pain you’ve endured for months, years, I can make it disappear in a blink of an eye.” He moves closer, his breath tickling my parted mouth. “Anything you desire, everything you crave, smile for me, and it’s yours, Alina jaan.” His words send shivers down my spine, and the heat between my legs grows. “Please?” I smile. “That’s a bold statement,
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