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81: What now?
Alek didn’t flinch. Instead, he put a foot forward, then another with the precision of a stalker who had found his prey. The look in his eyes scared and excited her. She made for the door, but he was faster, grabbing and pulling her against his chest. She struggled, her front rubbing against his hardness.
“You don’t know anything—”
He cut her off with his lips, punishing her with the kiss as he held her head in place. Her mind fizzled until nothing else made sense to her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, dancing around every corner. She kissed him back, just as hard, to punish him. But he only deepened the kiss.
Edging her backwards without breaking the kiss, she gasped when her back hit something firm. Her hands wandered over his body, her mind too fuzzy for her to decide what exactly she wanted to do with him. He squeezed her ass, his lips trailing down the corners of hers to her neck. Her body buzzed. She was on fire
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