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I stood frozen, my wide eyes locked with Damon’s as his words lingered in the air.
“Kiss me,”
he’d said, his voice a low, raw plea that sent a shiver down my spine.
My heart thudded in my chest, loud enough that I was certain he could hear it. Every nerve in my body was on edge, my thoughts a chaotic mess of emotions I couldn’t quite untangle.
This man, he was indeed mad. He hated women, he hated people who invaded his privacy but most of all, he hated his rivals but he was asking me to kiss him. Me? His rival’s sister which made me his second biggest enemy of his after my brother.
My lips parted, but no words came out. I didn’t know how to respond—didn’t know how to deny him. If I denied, he could ruin my reputation and I did not want to let my brother down.
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