My captor—no, my husband now—barely reacted. His lips curved into a smirk, as if he'd expected this, making me stunned at his reaction. I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip on my waist more and continued to kiss me mercilessly despite the chaos in the background.“Stay still,”He murmured, his tone dangerously calm, before his mouth closed over mine.My body stiffened, my heart pounding against my ribs as his lips pressed against mine. The kiss wasn’t passionate or tender—it was a performance, a declaration of ownership in front of an audience. And it chilled me to the bone. This says he doesn't have a gentle bone in his body.When he finally pulled away and turned toward the chaos erupting behind them, his sharp commands cut through the noise. His men moved like shadows, efficient and deadly, and within seconds, gunfire erupted in return.“Wait here,”He said, his voice low and commanding as he unbuttoned his jacket and handed it to me. Beneath it, a holster glinted i
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