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"That wasn't kind" she pointed out.

"You would love to be a victim now" his thoughts turned to the moment when the long fingers were around the woman's throat, pressing hard enough to make her gasp.

He wasn't sure what was making Blair hesitate. For him, it was too simple to take control and wait for the other party to surrender. However, Ethan had one certainty in life; he would not accept a refusal.

Seeing the redhead's scared and affected expression, the man decided that he would need a foolproof approach. She wouldn't give in in public, not easily. They would need a private environment, where the connection shouts loudly and drowns out other issues.

"This isn't my rhythm" finally, was what Blair managed to say.

Ethan could sense a certain danger in that woman. Not the overwhelming, immediate kind of danger, but rather the slow, fatal kind. It would be like a snake; he would deceive with a hug, and end up strangling the bones.

"That's the rhythm I'm going to put you in, principessa