“I wish I had never met you,” I murmur as something inside me breaks in the saying of it. “I wish I had never come here.” He blinks at me—in surprise, I think—before a terrible anger flashes across his features and he places a large, dominating hand around my throat. It’s gentle but firm, made to elicit obedience. He snarls softly into my face. His scent wraps around me like wings, heady and overpowering. I breathe him in, desire and fear flooding my consciousness. And what he says into my mind, his voice guttural and harsh, restraint made into a man, rattles my entire reality. “I did not
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