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Kinly Robertson is the kind of girl who knows she probably shouldn't do something but will do it anyway.
And Malik Rovachi, he'll kill, he'll fight, he'll stalk, he'll do all things illegal, to get what he wants.
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With little to no effort he lifts me and sits me atop the desk. "Let me make myself very clear." His hands go to my neck, snaking its way around with ease. I have to bite my lip to prevent a whimper when he pushes down, my head hitting the hard wood of the conference table with a soft thump.
It didn't hurt but it does buzz a little. The new position causes my back to arch. He pushes between my legs, the pencil skirt rolling up and bunching higher on my thighs. "I know what you're doing, Kinly." I raise on my elbows. "I don't know what your talking about-" His grip tightens, briming painful. "I will kill him." I push myself up further, squinting my eyes at him. "You will do nothing of the sorts." I challenge.
"He touched you, you let him, touch you." I tilt my head. "Then I guess you'll have to kill me too then, hmm?" I push further. I know he's serious, I can see it in his eyes. He's dead serious. I also know nothing I say will stop him from getting his dirty fingers on Liam. But I like challenging him, seeing that fire in his eyes, I get off on the anticipation of what he'll do next. The adrenaline rush he gives me can't be healthy.
"Kinly." He says sternly. "Malik." I match his tone, but its not nearly as cold as his. Then he does and says something I don't expect. Breaking away from me he takes a few steps back.
Straightens his tie, "You're dismissed, Miss Robertson."
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