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Damon’s lips curled up in a sneer when Raina stepped forward into the hotel room. “Good girl.”
She blanched at the words, but he didn’t care. The more she did what he said, the more she’d do what he said. He knew that from experience.
“Now, put those bags down and come over here,” Damon told her. He kept the g*n on the agent, but he had no intention of using it. That was too quick. Too easy. The agent was going to be punished for putting his hands on Raina. He was going to break. Literally.
Raina put her bags on the floor and walked down the short hall, past the two bedrooms in the suite. One room was untouched, the bed not slept in and the room completely empty. It hadn’t escaped Damon’s notice that the other room’s bathroom trash was full of c****m wrappers and there were men’s an
