Welcome To The Jungle

Dropped into a war-torn jungle, a young journalist's only lifeline is the one man she can't stand and can't stop wanting.
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Every time I closed my eyes, it was his face behind them.
Those eyes-cold steel dragged through smoke. Watching me like he already knew how I'd crack.
He didn't yell. Didn't need to. One clipped word and I unraveled. Like he could see the weak spots and wanted me to know he saw.
I hated that.
I loved that.
He haunted me. In my veins. Under my skin.
A restless buzz I couldn't sweat out, couldn't ignore. In the pressure between my legs, that wouldn't let go. Hot. Tight. Throbbing.
I kept shifting. Rubbing my thighs together, hoping I could wear the feeling down.
I didn't want him. Not with anything rational. Not with anything I'd admit.
He wasn't kind nor safe. But he was fucking real.
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WARNING: This story contains adult themes, including sexual content, psychological intensity, and strong language. It is not suitable for younger readers.