She was done. She was done flirting. She was done keeping him at arm’s length. She was done. “Sorin,” she ground out, “let’s go.” A slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in even closer, so that his mouth was right next to her ear. She could feel his lips brush the shell of it as he whispered, “As ravenous as this dress makes me for you, Princess, not tonight.” She actually groaned. Out loud. “Why?” He didn’t move, still whispering into her ear, “Because, Scarlett Monrhoe, you are drunk on wine.” She started to protest, but he continued over her. “And the first time I take you, I want
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