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Rosalind Hart
Power has a voice. Low. Controlled. Velvet wrapped steel. And when it called my name, I answered... without hesitation.
I only came to Infernum for a job.
Just a few hours of bookkeeping, buried in the quiet corners of a club that pulsed with secrets.
But nothing here is quiet for long.
Lucian Black. Zane Romano. Xander Wolfe. Kade Riven.
Men who command the room like the world owes them worship.
Their gazes pinned me, branded me like a promise and a threat wrapped in silk.
"You don't run from us, little Rose," Lucian whispered, brushing his thumb against my lip. "You kneel."
I should've been terrified. But instead... I trembled. Not with fear. With need.
Because there's something terrifyingly beautiful about surrendering to men who could destroy you.
Something addictive about being seen, truly seen by eyes that strip away your defenses.
They didn't ask for my heart.
They claimed it. Silently. Completely.
And I think...
A part of me always wanted to be claimed.
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