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“Oh, I’m vastly different, and I’ll prove it to you.”

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She jerked out of his hold. Why was she so ticked off? Wasn’t this what she wanted, for him to come after her when she left the mansion for the last time? It had taken him three weeks. And yet, she had hoped for something more than this.

“Solette.”

She ignored him.

“Little mouse.”

She glared at him.

“Come here to me.”

“Go leap off a bridge, Cason.” She started to walk away. This whole scenario was even more embarrassing because Neil was standing near the front door listening to everything.

Before she could get even a step away from him, Cason wrapped an arm about her waist and hauled her back to him. Her body bumped against his, and he lowered his mouth to the side of her neck in an instant. Chills raced up and down her spine.

“L-let go.”

“Hm,” he moaned, his rumbling deep voice making things worse. “How should I prove it?”

She suspected he already knew what he would do.

His free hand landed on her hip, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He might as well have slapped his hand between her legs because her body flamed to life from head to toe. A moan of desire escaped her before she could catch it. Embarrassment washed over her, but then he moved his hand an inch closer to her core without touching it. The heat threatened to consume her.

“Mine,” he repeated like some feral animal claiming its mate. “All I need to do is touch you to show you the truth. I want you in my bed.”

“N-no.”

“Don’t tell me no.”

“I already have.” She was panting, making her refusal sound lame.

His teeth grazed her earlobe, and her eyes fluttered shut. She stopped struggling to get out of his hold and stood there falling under his spell.

“I’m stronger now,” he whispered in her ear. “I can show you things you’ve never seen or experienced. I’ll make you scream my name and beg me for more.”

“I don’t want it.” Who in the world was she kidding?

“Shall I prove you wrong in your bedroom?”

“Cason, please.” Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. In an instant she found herself freed.

He moved across the room as far as the small space allowed him. Solette was shocked to see the raw expression on his face. She tried to figure out what it meant but couldn’t.

“Neil, wait outside,” he ordered.

Her throat dried.

“A once through of the house, sir?” the bodyguard asked, and Cason gave him permission. Neither of them asked Solette, but she didn’t have the presence of mind to complain right then. Getting her heart to stop pounding while scrubbing away embarrassing tears was bad enough.

Neil checked her entire place, including her bedroom, nodded to Cason, and then left. Solette prepared to tell him what she thought of him, but he cut her off before she could get a word out.

“I never want to make you afraid of me,” he said.

She stilled. A lot of possibilities of what he intended to say had popped into her head but not that. “I’m not.”

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