Untamed
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"Get up Doll," he commanded. I didn't respond.
He grabbed my arms and put me body against the wall. His hands crept under my shirt and around my waist. Tingles shot up my torso, making me shudder against him. His chocolate eyes wandered up and down, making me blush a little. )His gaze stopped at my lips. I stared back at his. Delicately carved with the upper lip indented a little. I slowly leaned into him and softly kissed his neck up to his jaw the to the corner or his mouth.
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Armed with twin blades Kiara the Shadow was the perfect weapon. Wild and free, she had more than her fair share of blood on her hands. One of the most dangerous assassins in 2168 New Chicago, no one can control her. Until she meets him. Another legend. Another dangerous killer...
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