“Are you sure?" Scarlet hair lifted in a soft, sweet breeze, curling in front of Vee's smug face as she pressed herself against him. "Or is that a dagger hilt in your pants?" Even though his cheeks heated, he met her gaze without hesitation and smiled coldly. "It's a dagger hilt." "Show me," she countered, far from intimidated or upset. She nipped his bottom lip. "If you dare...”
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Gena Showalter,
Ruthless