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Chapter 4 Solene
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call, the puppet mas
Antonio's voice is husky, his
"She can wait. Tonight, I
in deep. I'm half-naked in a hotel suite wi
the glass wall, but inside me, somethin
rying. But all I feel is this heat curlin
s in my head, "Smile f
ht, I
tonio is still
at me lik
ile through the fury b
ough. But she'll never
e staged photos. It's not even Rowa
rink me. Dim me. Strip
eyes locked on his lips, i
g for permissi
ut he lets me. He relaxes his hands, with his
on either side. My
Antonio. I want to be touched like
up my back on in
't pull
fire," he says, wit
lse j
I want
ut right now, I want the flames
s the corner of h
of his shirt and find th
Just watch with an u
I whisper. "The way you lo
aw ti
ht," I brea
r, fingertips trailing over warm s
tiff
woman twice," I whisper, with a stea
I want to
're dangerous," Antonio
he, grinding slowly against him.
yes d
you're doing," he mur
brushing over his mouth, "bu
around my waist. "
m. I cling to him as he carries me to the bed and
k, but his body is all fire and co
. It's possession, def
sure, like he's trying to
lost back into place, not
to feel anything other than the rage an
for a seco
of his pocket-of cour
ond
is mouth claims mine, I feel his restraint. His touch say
m in control, th
t of me
raveli
slides into me, I
ent, everything
**
My throat is dry
d. The bed is
see a glass of water. Unde
eady know, whatever it says
illow, hoping he
remember
hisper, sitting up and clut
hrough the tall window
iverse is watching.
pounds
ly as I move-it's a r
and he gave me a
preads her legs for
and proposes to someone e
x-hu
ss in a hurry, and pack every
y bag, not caring if th
o badly I nearly d
of shame out
re me a glance, but t
his throat and sh
seeing women lea
irst. I won't
ll stings
one night. That I'll forge
o the only plac
hand, I scroll th
at the n
to strip
ht now, I need someone wh
gs, Cara answers, her voice g
... it's ba
, stifling a sob. "I didn
pause. A s
Cara asks, this t
r a day, maybe two. I'll
t home,
omach
key?" I ask, a
c box outside. Like old times,
oice cracks.
person I turn
t's e
and head to
andles and old perfume
gs and collaps
s. My chest
ing crashes
ella. Calis
silently do
t myself cry, the kind of sob tha
sounds like ye
ean to fa
e my eyes f
of everything
he cushion. I d
phone on the coffee
r it-unkno
What if it's Marcel
it bac
it r
sto
n-d
te
d turn th
breath catche
God," I
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