Will You Marry Me?
He looked at me, his piercing eyes cold and sharp.
âWhat do you want?â he asked, his tone irritated. âCat got your tongue?â
Fear gripped me, but I couldnât back down. Not when proving my love was on the line.
My hands trembled, but I managed to speak. âHunter Steele...â I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. âWill you... will you marry me?â
His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. âWhat?â
ANYA BLAKE
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I canât 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 Iâd ever been asked, I felt something I hadnât felt in years: a spark.
And when I kissed her, it awakened something in meâa feeling I hadnât 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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