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CHAPTER 9

Hunter

She’s not weak.

Stubborn, dramatic, allergic to instruction, yes.

But not weak.

She pushed harder than I expected.

Didn’t quit. She kept going.

Even when she wanted to.

Even when her body started trembling with the effort.

Even when her breath turned ragged and her form got sloppy.

And I hated watching it.

Hated how much I liked it.

I’m supposed to keep my distance.

Protect her, not want her.

But this, her defiance, her fire, it’s fucking magnetic.

The way her mouth parted between gasps.

The flush in her cheeks.

The sheen of sweat clinging to her collarbones.

The way she cursed under her breath but followed every command.

She doesn’t even realise what that does to me.

How dangerous that obedience becomes when I start craving it.

She looked like she wanted to kill me.

And I couldn’t stop looking.