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Registering his words was impossible, not when his grip on my hip was a brand. Even when it did sink in, my body had no interest in rising from my current position.
Danger radiated off him, like a beacon but all it did was make the peaks of my breasts tighten.
As though he could read my thoughts or more like my body, his eyes shifted down to my chest, the crimson of his eyes turned scarlet, darker...
"Run," He repeated, his voice impossibly lower than before, the vibration of his voice resounding deep inside me.
For one breath, I considered it.
The red in his eyes. The way his hands gripped my hips like he was holding himself back from something WORSE. The predatory warning in that single word.
Run.
But I'd spent my whole life running.
From Ajax. From Charlotte. From guilt and shame and the weight of being UNWANTED.
I was done running, so insteadâ
I drew my clench fist back and brought it down, colliding with his beautiful face.
