“I warned you, Nuisance. It’s a dangerous angle. I suggest you keep that mouth of yours under control.” My eyes lock onto his, and I can feel the heat rising between us. I taunt him, craving his response, needing to hear those words spill from his lips. “Or what?” I want him to give me a little taste of the action. I need it. To hell with the consequences. Tighter. His grip grows tighter. The veins in his arm bulged with the effort of holding back. I can see the apprehension in his every muscle, the damp black tendrils of his hair mingling with his thick, flickering lashes. I lean in, my
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