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"What else should I think? Orders to kill ets to uess those orders co desire forto me because I know better"

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"Why else?" Her arnation "Do you have the chip? If you kill me, you can't locate it What other recourse is left but to fuck me and attempt to convince me there's some emotion involved Tell ly

Stor, torn eh her were harder to define, but the anger was clearly recognizable

As she stared back at hie for violence rose inside her like a dark, vicious cloud

Fists clenched, she swung away from him, turned and tried to race from the kitchen, fro, running, avoiding this Breed that made her feel emotions and sensations she didn't want to feel

He s were different, made her want to find reasons to trust hi a Breed

How ht her father and brother had died

"By God, I' from me" Before she reached the door, his arm latched around her waist and she found herself pulled flush against his chest, his hold fir at her back

"And I' locked up andused by you and I' lied to"

She was turned before she could fight His fingers threaded through her hair, pulled her head back, and his lips covered hers as she parted them to scream

At least, she told herself she ue met his, licked and stroked until she tempted it inside, where hermovements of her lips

A harsh growl echoed around her as her hands ray shirt that had co red hair and vivid blue eyes She wanted it off his body She wanted to feel hith she craved wrapped around her

She tasted the softest hint of cinnaone The taste drew at her senses and had her reaching for er as she pulled at the edge of the shirt