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There was nothing I could do to stop the constant thumping of my heart that danced to the drums of my ears. From the evil smirk on his pink lips to the glint in his beautiful devilish eyes, I was frozen in place.
He twirled my panties around his finger like it was a toy being used to taunt me. I watched him cautiously, but deep down I knew that there was nothing I could do. There was nowhere to run, and nobody I could turn to. All I had was Santiago Rossi, a man who should be the last person anyone counts on.
With a leisure pace, he took a few steps toward me until he was directly in front of my face. My eyes widened as I craned my neck up to gaze into his. With intense eye contact, I was paralyzed. My body had this strange response to Saint that I just couldn't unders
