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At first, all I could see were his eyes. Piercing, slate gray, and so bright they were nearly silver. They simmered under thick, prominent brows and obscenely long lashes. His dark hair had fallen casually across his forehead, and he coolly brushed it out of his face with a strong, broad hand. Perfect chiseled jaw. Full lips. It was indecent, frankly, how gorgeous he was. Gorgeous, indecent, and deadly. A chill ran through my entire body.
“You’re much too alluring. I’d just have to take my chances, and if you killed me”—he leaned in a bit—“well, it would be a good death.”
“You disgusting piece of filth—a festering blemish in my army and among men. You will regret every single step that led you to this moment. You will pray for death.”
I was furious with the man. So, so furious. But I also wanted to lick his neck. It was complicated.
“But if I recall, I’m ‘not exactly your type’?” His face twisted, dark brows pulling in. “I’m not sure what ever compelled me to say that.” “I think I had insulted you.” “Ah, one of the many attractive things you do so well.”
“I’m stronger than you think.” “No, bird. You’re stronger than any of us. It is only you who doesn’t think so.”
“You’re even better than I ever could have thought. All those months, thinking I’d never get to be with you—it was the worst torture I could’ve imagined. I want to bury my mouth in between your pretty thighs.”
“If you harm so much as one single hair on her head,” Kane snarled from the sand, “I will reduce you to fucking ash. I spared your life once. I will not do it again.”
