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Dylan had received a peculiar phone call from the governor, leaving me stranded and alone in his magnificent penthouse. The events of the evening draining me free of any energy I had left. I wanted to ask where he was going, but I had a gut feeling I knew the answer to that question. It was his job to clean up a scene before anyone found out the gruesome details of a crime. Then again, I found myself curious, wondering if Dylan himself had manufactured the hit on Amber Martinelli to frame Stefan.
I stepped out onto the terrace overlooking the city. The lights were bright, twinkling as the roar of late night traffic lingered in the air. A cold front was moving in and a slight chill moved through me. Knowing how Dylan felt about me, I knew he would do anything to keep me safe. Committing murder wasn't beneath him and it was dangerous for me to think that he could be involved in Amber’s.
“Princess,” he whispered before taking me hard into a deep kiss, our tongues moving slowly, deeper, becoming one. He reached behind my back unzipping my dress exposing my naked breasts, his mouth moving from mine down to my firm, aching nipple while twisting and pinching the other. I cried out feeling the desperate need growing in my belly. “Let’s get you out of this princess,” he said sliding my dress further down until it pooled at my feet. Dylan stopped, a slow hiss escaped him when he saw that I hadn’t worn any panties and had been freshly waxed. “My god Brooke, you are so beautiful. Diamonds and nothing else, remember baby?”
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