Beneath The Surface

Beneath The Surface

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Theodore moved slowly toward me, each deliberate step forcing me back until my spine pressed against the cold, unyielding wall. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me. "Do you think I'm fool enough not to realize you're sleeping with my brother?" he whispered, his voice dripping with danger, sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes bore into mine as if he could kill me with just a look. "I never slept with your brother. Kilian has always been just a friend," I replied, my voice steady, hiding the turmoil inside. His fist crashed into the wall beside my head. "And you think I'd believe that?" he shouted, his laugh filled with disbelief and anger. Rage surged through me, and I shoved him with all my might. "Who are you to call me a liar? Do you think I fear you? If you want to believe Laura's lies over the truth, fine. But I am no liar, Manford," I yelled, jabbing a finger at his chest. In a blur of movement, he twisted my arm behind my back and pulled me so close that our breaths mingled. "You don't fear me?" he murmured, his eyes dark and dangerous. I struggled against his iron grip, but it was useless. His next words left me frozen, my heart pounding. "Then marry me, Valerie Pierce.".
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"Afraid of me? Why are you so afraid, princess?" He placed his hand on the wall next to her head, effectively trapping her between his body and the cold stone. "I'm not afraid of you," she lied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I'm not afraid of anything." He chuckled darkly. "You should be." His lips barely brushed against hers in a tantalizingly soft touch. She froze on the spot, her legs refusing to move. He took advantage of her daze, closing the remaining gap and crushing his lips against hers.

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