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“And, Princess…don’t bother wearing any underwear.”
“But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do…” My fingers dug into her skin. “I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?”
“Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.”
Bridget felt better than heaven. She felt like home.
Yes. One word, three letters, and it filled me up so completely I was sure I’d never hunger again.
