Luka pov Fighting every dirty fantasy in my mind, I carry her to the local hotel. On the way there, I keep asking her name, but she refuses to tell me. "This is your stop, kitten," I let her back on her feet, grab her wrist and drag her to the front desk. "This doesn't look like your place," she mutters. I catch on to the sarcasm in her voice, but instead of ignoring her attitude, I decide to tease her. I stop, and her body collides with my back. Slowly, I turn around and lean to her ear to whisper, "You're welcome to change your mind, kitten. I have a bed with your name on it in my bedroom, whatever your name is for the night." It was sup
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