His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

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up the long gravel driveway. The sky was a b

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r opened the door. "Smile. Nod. Do

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him like a second skin. He moved with a

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hair. The eyes that looked

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elt dizzy. She had slept with Julian's brothe

run. She wan

he crowd parted for him like the Red Sea.

eyes lan

rise. Just a cold, calculating flicker of recognition that wa

er forward. "Dam

with open disdain. "Jul

n stammered.

later," Damon said smoothly.

e a butterfly p

Damon said. His voice was d

ian said. "Th

her. "Shake hi

d out, her ha

g black leather gloves. He looked at her

ands," Damon sai

and humiliating. The room

quickly, flushing. "I f

ve. He took a step closer, invading her personal s

arls in her ears. His face was inches from h

llars," he whispered, his br

small, cruel smirk

roaring in her ears, staring in