Captive To The Billionaire's Darkest Desires

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er, and draped it over the burners, crea

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house, the m

gne in his hand. He heard the boom. He saw t

poke into his earpiece. "Targ

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urning. She could h

nees. Ahead of her lay the ornamental pond

hind.The Doberman clamped its jaws onto

smooth river stone. She swung it back

yelped a

ht converged on her. Four guards

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water, shivering violently. S

smirk playing on her red lips as she glanced at the filthy, soot-streaked creature being dragged from t

He had taken off his tuxedo jacket. His

He didn't care about hi

ay from her. His fac

r burn to death?

he was shaking, but she

bed a handful of her wet hair and yanked her head b

be nice,"

the water. He didn't

ordered. "No food. No wa

ds haule

an laughed, sipping her wine. "Good

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