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    “Don’t move another inch. Take one more step and I’ll shoot you,” Christina warned, deadly serious.

    He chuckled, lifting one eyebrow in amusement, but obeyed and stayed put. “Be my woman. Whatever you desire, I’ll give it to you,” he dered, his burning gaze never leaving Christina’s face.

    “Anything at all?” Christina asked, her expression harsh and mocking.

    “Absolutely anything,” he confirmed, shrugging casually as a sly smile curved his lips.

    “Then I want your life. Will you give me that too?” Christina’s voice came out sharper than she intended, her words cutting through the tension between them.

    Without warning, he moved closer, wrapping his hand around the cold metal of the silenced pistol. A wild grin spread across his face as he pressed the barrel to his chest. “dly. Your bullet, my pleasure.”

    The words rolled off his tongue like a promise, his eyes zing with an intensity that made Christina’s breath catch.

    Christina met those fiercely dominant sapphire eyes and muttered, “You’re crazy.”

    “Sure. But only because of you. Shoot me. I’ll dly let you take my life.” He leaned in a little closer, that dangerous smile never leaving his lips, as if her pulling the trigger would be the greatest gift he could receive.

    He moved with slow, deliberate precision, bringing his head down until his lips were nearly touching her ear. He breathed in deeply, eyes closing as if her presence alone could make him drunk. She smelled incredible—sweet and utterly addictive.

    His voice dropped to a rough whisper that made her shiver. “Pull the trigger, babe.”

    His voice carried a maism that was both alluring and terrifying.

    Christina felt the truth settle in her bones—this man was absolutely unhinged. Everything about him radiated power and control, as if he could crush anything in his path without a second thought.

    “You’ve lost your mind,” Christina said, her voice barely steady as she raised her hand to create some distance between them.

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    The second her palm met his chest, his fingers closed around her wrist like a steel trap.

    Before she could pull away, he guided her hand upward until her fingers hovered inches from his face. He breathed in her scent like it was the most precious thing in the world, his eyes closing as if he werepletely lost in the moment.

    Her fragrance was unlike anything he had ever encountered—sweet and tempting in a way that made his head spin. No other woman had ever smelled like this. No one else had ever made his pulse race and his mind go nk the way she did. He waspletely addicted, ready to lose himself in this overwhelming sensation and never find his way back.

    Christina clenched her jaw, suppressing a sharp curse, then abruptly pulled her hand back and pped the man hard across the face.

    To her surprise, the man didn’t even flinch. Instead, a slow, unsettling smile curled at his lips. He casually ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and licked it, his eyes glinting with something close to obsession.

    Christina scowled. Why did it feel like the p had turned him on? Did that p actually excite him? What kind of sick freak was she dealing with?

    She straightened, her tone turning cold as she asked, “Enough ying around. Why did you really invite me here?”

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