![]() ![]() I couldn’t resist and I didn’t have to, not anymore, not ever again with her. She smelled flowery with a hint of sweat. I leaned down until my nose was inches from the skin below her ear and breathed in. Maybe even loved it, if I were capable of that kind of emotion. ![]() That was why Falcone had given her to me. ![]() Her pulse hammered against my rough palm. Her pupils dilated but I put no pressure into my touch. My hand traced the soft skin of her throat, then my fingers wrapped lightly around it. I knew I could kill her, no doubt about it. I’d gotten out of the habit of hoping a long time ago. Hope it made people foolish, made them believe in something beyond reality. She’d tried to fight, tried to be brave, tried to hurt me, maybe even kill me. My fingers found her wrist her heartbeat was fluttering like a bird’s. She looked like a porcelain doll: big blue eyes, chocolate hair and creamy white skin breakable beautiful, something that I wasn’t meant to touch with my scarred, brutal hands. ![]()
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