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The small, broken bodies, bruises littering their skin, and blood pooling between their legs from the internal injuries that had caused their deaths was another dark memory he carried with him.

One of many that prevented him from ever being a man worthy of a woman like Lucy.

It didn’t matter that she currently hated him, that she might never forgive him for getting her dragged into this, he needed her to be safe and hewouldget her out of there.

Consequences be damned.

Even before he opened the door to the room she was being held in, he could hear her breathy moans of frustration as she was helpless to do anything about the arousal throbbing through her body. She needed release, and while he had been dreaming about her naked body spread out beneath him, his to enjoy as he wished, bringing them both unlimited pleasure, he couldn’t touch her like this. Not when it was impossible for her to give consent.

The room was locked, and there were enough men in the building that Raul hadn't posted a guard outside her room. Should Lucy be able to get out of the cuffs and out of her room, there was no way she would make it out of the house undetected.

Grabbing the key from where it was hanging on a hook beside the door, he unlocked it and walked through, bringing the key with him so no one else could get in. After locking the door behind him, he drew in a deep breath before he could turn and face the woman he owed the world’s biggest apology to.

Before he even got that chance, she was flying at him, her small body colliding with his.

Unprepared for her attack as he was, he lost his balance, and both of them crashed to the floor. Somehow, he managed to angle them so he took the brunt of the impact. Pain flared inside him from his injuries, but better him than her.

Even with her injuries, her hands bound behind her back, and her much smaller size, Lucy put up a good fight.

Too bad for her it was a fight she could never win.

Careful to hurt her as little as possible, but aware that there could be cameras in there which meant he had to put on a show, Zander wrapped a hand around her neck and lifted her up off the floor. Bound as she was, she couldn’t claw at the hand on her neck as he pushed her up against the nearest wall.

Fear filled her blue eyes, but there was anger there, too.

That was good.

Anger meant survival.

Sometimes, it was the difference between life and death, and he prayed she was going to hold onto it.

With her face level with his, he leaned in and asked for forgiveness as he pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Then with his mouth millimeters from hers, he whispered the word that would change everything.

CHAPTER EIGHT

January 24th

10:13 A.M.

“What did you just say?”Lucy demanded as she abruptly stopped struggling.

“Blessings,” Zander repeated.

Did he mean …?

No.

That was impossible.

But …

His blue eyes met her gaze and held it, and although it was hard not to get distracted by the color she knew wasn’t real, she could see him willing her to understand.

Unless she was reading him wrong.

A distinct possibility given that it was hard to focus on anything with this clawing need still raging inside her.

Only … he didn't look like he was trying to play her.

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