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His Captive Bride's Fight For Freedom

His Captive Bride's Fight For Freedom

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Chapter 1

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e last dirty plate, the clatter echoing the ache in her feet. Her worn-out s

ally sour expression, shoved a th

d. "A guest in the presidential suite left

he harsh fluorescent lights of the Waldorf Astoria's ba

you hand it to them directly. That'

her legs. It meant she could pay her share of the re

was silent. The hallway, lined with thick, plush carpet, swallowed the sound of h

ite. The door wa

anted to turn around and leave, forget the tip, forget her manager. But the ache in her feet and the thin envelope in he

ocked

ans

hed the door open a little wider. Maybe they were in the bathroom.

r clicked shu

herself: don't scare yourself. Drop the thing off, leave, three minutes. She turned, fumbling fo

rkness. A low, guttural gr

something in that sound that made her want to

d silhouette slumped against a sofa, his body co

Blair Sterling had drugged his drink. His consciousnes

isper of footsteps. A foreign scent invaded

at her to run, but fear h

ing something off. I'll leave right now." She told herself in her head: don't

f his skin. He surged to his feet, his immense frame ins

pping over the edge of the rug and falling hard. Her elbow hit the floor with

as over her, his hot brea

something else-clean, masculine, and utterly dangerous. He

his chest. It was like push

rigid. For decades, any human touch had been a trigger for a wave o

me, there w

eeper, more violent u

umed by a terrifying, dark hunger. She didn't know what he saw, but there was something in tho

grip like a manacle. A cr

touch of her skin, the heat raging through his veins seemed to find i

ggle. Her mind was buzzing. He wasn't normal. This man wasn't normal.

s different. She was the only

to his drug-addled mind, but it was immedi

o have h

ng her terrified pleas, and

edatory kiss, devoi

the salt of her own tears, and the whiskey on his lips. Nausea churned

ging into the hard muscle

movements grew rougher. He hooked a ha

er. She realized in that instant that crying and struggling were only feeding him. She had

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