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    Chapter 40: Primal <b>Instincts</b><b>–</b><b>2 </b>


    Connor lowered himself closer, until our noses were nearly touching. His voice was


    low and dangerous as he asked, “Tell me, Livvy, how do <i>you </i>want me to help <i>you</i>?”


    Our mingled breaths blurred all boundaries between us. The scent of him–pine and


    winter air–filled my senses, making my head spin even more.


    Suddenly, summoning all my courage, I seized his cor and pulled him down into a


    kiss. I felt his ice–blue eyes widen in surprise; I could almost hear thest thread of his restraint snapping.


    My lips were soft against his, the kiss unpracticed yet irresistible in its innocence.


    After a moment of shock, Connor took control, sping the back of my head with one


    He deepened the kiss passionately, his masculine scent enveloping mepletely. Desire thickened the air between us until even the spacious room felt overheated and


    too small to contain what was building between us.


    His lips grazed my ear, his voice hoarse and bewitching as he whispered, “Don’t be afraid, Livvy. I’ll be very gentle.”


    Enveloped by his masculine presence, I trembled, my breath quickening as his hands began to explore. Together, we abandoned ourselves to primal instinct and


    overwhelming pleasure, the night dissolving into a haze of sensation and need.


    Hourster, exhausted beyond measure, I finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, safely cradled in Connor’s strong arms.


    (Vanessa’s POV)


    The crystal vase shattered against the wall, water and flowers exploding across the pristine white carpet of my Rivers pack vi. My hands trembled as Victor Stone’s words echoed in my mind.


    “The n failed. Connor Rivers found her in the elevator. They’re together now in the presidential suite.”


    “What? Olivia Winters was taken away by my brother<b>?!</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>screamed, my voice rising to a pitch that hurt my own <b>ears</b>.


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    Victor remained silent on the other end of the line, knowing better than to speak


    when I was in this state.


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    “Useless! You’re all useless!” I shrieked, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Can’t


    even handle such a small matter!”


    Furious beyond reason, I smashed my phone against the floor, watching with savage


    satisfaction as it shattered into pieces. My nails dug into my palms until they drew


    blood, tiny crimson crescents forming in my pale skin.


    My brother had taken Olivia away. They were alone together in a hotel suite. Would


    they… would they sleep together?


    The thought sent panic and jealousy wing at my chest. Hot tears streamed uncontrobly down my face as I copsed onto the sofa, my body shaking with


    silent sobs.


    “No… no… he can only be mine. Only mine!” I whispered into the empty room, hatred


    zing in my violet eyes.


    Connor had been mine since childhood. I’d loved him first, long before Olivia Winters


    ever entered the picture. He was supposed to be my mate, my future, my everything.


    “Olivia Winters, you stole my brother,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You stole the


    one I love most. I want you dead!”


    Killing intent surged through me, born from my twisted obsession. This wasn’t over.


    Not by a long shot. If I couldn’t have Connor, then neither would she.


    <i>(</i>Olivia’s POV)


    When I next opened my eyes, daylight poured through the partially drawn curtains,


    painting golden stripes across the luxurious bed. Every muscle in my body ached


    pleasantly, a delicious soreness that reminded me of the night’s activities.


    Turning my head slowly, I was met with Connor’s perfect, dangerously handsome


    face just inches from mine. His eyes were closed, long darkshes casting shadows


    on his cheekbones, his breathing deep and even in sleep.


    My mind wentpletely nk as memories flooded back. Lifting the quilt and peeking underneath, I instantly covered myself again, my cheeks zing red.


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    Both of us werepletely naked. We… had been intimatest night.


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    My face flushed deeper as fragments of the night returned <i>to </i>me: my initiative, driven by the drug; my shameless pleas; my uninhibited cries. The mortification


    overwhelmed me, making me want to bury my face in the pillows and never emerge.


    How could I ever face Connor again after behaving <i>so </i>wantonly? What must he think


    of me now?


    Resolved to escape this awkward situation, I gingerly lifted the quilt and tiptoed out of


    bed, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar soreness between my thighs. Our clothesy


    scattered chaotically across the floor, evidence of our passionate haste.


    My bare skin was covered in faint marks that stunned me once more–small bruises


    and love bites that told the story of our night together. I swallowed nervously,


    realizing just how intense our encounter had been.


    With no clean clothes to change into and fearing to wake Connor by asking for help, I


    hurriedly gathered my discarded garments from the floor. My fingers trembled as I


    slipped them on, trying to make myself presentable enough to leave the suite without drawing attention.


    Just as I was about to sneak away, arge warm hand mped around my wrist. With


    a sudden tug, I lost my bnce and tumbled back onto the bed with a startled gasp.


    Above me, Connor’snguid, teasing voice sounded, his ice–blue eyes gleaming with


    possessive satisfaction.


    “Sleep with me and then try to run away?”


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