"Put it in harder," I growl. "Thrust it in. Put your damn back into it." "I'm fucking trying," Theo snaps. "Why don't you do something instead of standing there and attempting to look pretty? By the way, it's not working." I grin. "That's because I'm already fucking gorgeous, brother-in-law. Even you aren't immune to my charms." Theo stops, lifting the blade to my neck. "Want to make a bet? I can give you another little scar." My eyes dance in amusement, the cold blade pushing against my throat. Anyone else in this situation would be terrified. But me? This shit is the stuff dreams are made
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