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"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine.

I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?"

He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable.

"I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine.

"Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before.

In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really.

James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle.

"You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp.

His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it."

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My life was perfectly fine.

Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent.

Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything.

Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone.

I hated him. Kinda.

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Possible TW:
- cursing (a lot)
- mentions of SA
- mentions of miscarriage
- depiction of violence
- mention of weapons
- mature content

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