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" Oh, for pity’s sake,” she muttered, but stopped fighting him. After a moment of enduring the indignity of
having his hands on her, she snapped, “My pistol is in my reticule, which is sitting in Lord Draker’s
drawing room. All right?”
The woman was a walking arsenal. “All right.” He released her, not because of what she’d said, but
because running his hands over her petite but surprisingly womanly figure had perversely aroused him. He
didn’t want her to know it, however—the female was liable to shoot off his cock for its impertinence. "
― Sabrina Jeffries , One Night with a Prince (Royal Brotherhood, #3)
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" Jedna noć s princom (Kraljevsko bratstvo, #3)
Čovjek bez duše pustošio je njenom dušom duboko, nemilosrdno, temeljito, utiskujući joj svoj žig u svaku žilu, svaki mišić, svaki organ, sve dok nije zaboravila gdje on završava, a ona počinje. Sad je uistinu bila u nevolji.
Činilo joj se da može osjetiti vrućinu paklenih buktinja na svome licu, nanjušiti sumpor u zraku... Pa ipak, njoj je taj miris bio sladak poput mirisa ruža. Bože, oprosti joj, ali nije više marila kamo će je Byrne povesti. Neka izgori u paklu i neka joj vrag uzme dušu. Jer bi radije završila u paklu s Byrneom, nego u raju bez njega.
Christabel & Gavin Byrne "
― Sabrina Jeffries , One Night with a Prince (Royal Brotherhood, #3)
