Scarlet froze. Horror and disbelief rendered her momentarily immobile as she took in the man's easy, mischievous smile and the dark promise lurking in his eyes.“Lincoln—”Her voice was strangled into silence as a rough hand clamped over her mouth.The scream died in her throat, leaving only muffled whimpers and panicked breaths.Scarlet’s hands flew up, pushing against his shoulder with every bit of strength she had, but it was like shoving a brick wall. Her arms trembled, powerless against his iron grip.“What a delightful surprise to have you here, princess,” Dane’s voice dripped with a twisted sort of charm.“Let me go, you sicko!” Scarlet tried to yell, but her voice came out as little more than a gasp. His hand held her so firmly that even breathing was a struggle, yet somehow he seemed to have calculated it perfectly, allowing her just enough air to keep the fight alive within her.She glanced around wildly, searching for any escape—prompting his fingers to dig deeper, stilling
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