Gun duels and heartbeats

Gun duels and heartbeats

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Dec 7, 20241h 11m
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Dorian Blackwell is one of the most feared outlaw in the wild west. He's a dangerous wanted man with a bounty on his head and a reputation that only sends chills down your spine. Known for his quick draw and an even quicker temper, he rides with the Black Ridge Outlaws, hunted by lawmen and other gunslingers. Lilah Montgomery, on the other hand, is as refined as she is resilient. The daughter of a rich businessman, she finds herself in the hands of Black Ridge Outlaws enemy. With elegance and intelligence, Lilah hides a fierce will beneath her graceful exterior. When fate throws them together, Lilah and Dorian clash like fire and ice. He sees her as an out-of-place socialite with no business in his world. She sees him as a reckless criminal with no sense of honor. Beneath the gruff outlaw's harden exterior, Lilah finds a man of complexity, driven by a painful past and a deep sense of justice in a world that has none. In turn, Dorian is drawn to the strength and courage that Lilah hides behind her polished demeanor. In Gun duels and heartbeats, two souls from different worlds discover that the line between love and hate is as thin as a triggers pull, and that in the wild west, only the strongest bonds can endure.
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She steps past me, hips swaying deliberately, pulling me in like a predator. Her helmet is fixed forward but her voice stalks me like a shadow no amount of light can take away. Slowly, deliberately, she slides her slender gloved hand down the cool metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding her recklessness. I lean in and press my fingers to the collar of her suit, and slowly drag them to the dip underneath her belly button where the zipper ends. She tenses suddenly, her breath catching. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "Beauty might buy you an audience, but it won't buy you speed." I slowly drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I bridge the ever-closing gap between us, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets, Angel." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, and the roar of the engines, he can't take his eyes off her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.

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