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Eleanor sat stiffly on my lap, the intensity in my eyes making her heart pound. I was aware of my effect on her. Eve she was aware but she had to deny it.
“I’m not like Marcus,”
I said, my voice low and firm. Her eyes widened in shock. I could see the realization in her eyes. Yes, I heard her words that She did not want another Marcus.
It made me realize that she and Marcus shared a past but I didn’t care. That was a past and I don’t hold onto that.
Embarrassment washed over her, and she struggled to hide it, attempting to wriggle free from my grip. I was not gonna let her get away. Not this time.
I was faster, pushing her back onto the couch with a force that made her gasp. I pinned her hands above her head, my face inches from hers, and I was aware she could fe
