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I kissed him back like I hated him.

Like I needed him.

He gripped the small of my back and pulled me from the wall, laying me out across the desk.

His hands were everywhere. Over my clothes. It wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

A crash echoed from below.

Reality hit us like a slap.

We froze.

He stepped back, touching his lips.

I nearly mirrored him, but stopped myself and slid off the desk.

We stood, panting, staring.

I inched toward the door, hand reaching?—

His jaw tightened.

He moved.

He flipped me again, arms pinned behind my back.

“Fuck you, let go of me!” I cursed him in Russian, calling every plague down upon him.

“Sorry,printsessa, but I can’t risk you screaming,” he whispered.

Then came a sharp pressure—an expert nerve pinch.

The world blurred. I fought the darkness.

Fought with everything I had.

It didn’t matter.

My body sagged.

Strong arms caught me.

The last thing I saw was the shattered chaos of my office before the darkness swallowed me whole.

CHAPTER 9

ZOYA

“Welcome back,” a deep, rumbling voice said.

It sounded far away as I struggled to open my eyes.

My head pounded, and my limbs were heavy. Immovable.

How much time had passed? Minutes? Hours?

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