The Tycoon's Lethal Cover-Up: His Amnesiac Queen

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. She groaned, the sound catching in her dry throat.

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d, yet he still radiated a

ed loudly against the floor. In two stri

ge hands hovering just inches from her face. "

ows, her breath catching. The sudden mo

twitching slightly. The intense worry on his face ins

asked. His voice dropped t

time despite the trembling in her throat. She looked past h

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er wasn't comforting. It w

he edge of her mattress. "The accident was bad, yes. But the doctors said

st, using it like a shield. "I don't know what you're talki

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me," he c

eyes, refusing to let him see how much she was t

muscle ticked beneath his stubble. For a fraction of a second, raw, unadulter

er," he w

shing she could disappear through the wall. "Get away from m

hed down and grabbed her bare wrist. His grip wasn't painf

traight up her arm. Her breath hitched. Her heart hammered against

e breathed, tuggin

er palm flat against his broad chest. Beneath her fingers, she could feel

said, her voice shak

ck to her eyes. "But you don't get to escape this easily. You don't get to

the back of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I don't remember a

way her chest heaved, watched the genuine terror in her eyes, and

ng him like a physical blow. He leaned in even c

e yelled, her voice cr

d right over his heart. His voice came ou

his dark eyes locking onto hers with a fie

o force the word to stick to his face, to his scent, to anything at all. But before she could even find her breath to d