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“Do not push me,” she warned in a shaky voice. “Och, but I will.” He shifted on his booted feet, pushed his hips harder against hers, until she felt a part of the wall. A part of him. “You lifted a blade to me, Katarina. I’m going to push you hard.”

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Claiming Her

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