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My traitorous body responded to the threat.

Kostya saw it.

Of course he did.

His mouth curved slightly, but there was no humor in it, only satisfaction.

“I still don’t believe you.” The words came out breathless, weak.

“You don’t have to believe me,” he murmured, inchingcloser, his scent invading my lungs, sending shivers over my skin. “You just have to obey me.”

“Never.”

It was barely more than a whisper.

My gaze dropped to his lips, full and firm, and I bit my own.

I could feel his breath against my skin, warm and steady, and my knees almost buckled.

I didn’t know who moved first.

Did he lean down? Did I push up onto my toes?

I couldn’t be sure.

All I knew was that his lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss.

Not gentle. Not coaxing.

Possessive. Claiming. Demanding.

And God help me, I kissed him back.

CHAPTER 7

KOSTYA

If I had known Marina tasted like candied cranberries and spiced oranges, I never would have been able to keep my hands off her.

The temptation would have ruined me.

Her hands landed on my shoulders, and for a brief, agonizing second, I thought she was going to pull me closer. Instead, she tried to push me away.

That was not going to happen.

I saw the look in her eyes, the way her pulse fluttered at her throat, the way her pupils dilated, dark and wide with need.

She felt this, too.

I refused to be denied any longer.

I had spent months chasing her. Years denying my attraction to her.

I was never letting her go.

Ever.

It had been too long. Too long since I had been bound to a cold, cruel woman.

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