Will You Marry Me?
He looked at me, his piercing eyes cold and sharp.
“What do you want?” he asked, his tone irritated. “Cat got your tongue?”
Fear gripped me, but I couldn’t back down. Not when proving my love was on the line.
My hands trembled, but I managed to speak. “Hunter Steele...” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Will you... will you marry me?”
His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. “What?”
ANYA BLAKE
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I can’t remember the last time I willingly let a woman get so close. To me, they were a necessary evil....useful when needed, and avoided afterward.
But when a young woman, trembling yet determined, stepped in front of me and asked the most ridiculous question I’d ever been asked, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: a spark.
And when I kissed her, it awakened something in me—a feeling I hadn’t known existed.
Her innocence intrigued me and I wanted to be the one to claim her, to mold her......to make her mine.
HUNTER STEELE
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