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"Griffin, please," she whispered. "Do you want me?" he asked. "Yes!" She tossed her head restlessly. She'd explode if he didn't give her release soon. "Do you need me?" He kissed her nipple too gently. "Please, please, please." "Do you love me?" And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn't see his face, his expression. "Griffin," she sighed hopelessly. "You can't say it, can you?" he whispered. "Can't admit it either."
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"Griffin leaned across the desk, his arms braced on the now-clear top, and stared into Wakefield's outraged eyes. "We seem to be under a confusion of communication. I did not come here to ask for your sister's hand. I came to tell you I will marry Hero, with or without your permission, Your Grace. She has lain with me more than once. She may well be carrying my child. And if you think that I'll give up either her or our babe, you have not done nearly enough research into my character or history."
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He lowered his head and beat, fists balled, teeth clenched, the roaring in his ears loud and total. He saw only Thomas's bloody face, his brother's mouth moving, saying something, perhaps pleading, and Griffin's heart swelled with gleeful rage. He'd touched her. He'd hurt her. And for that he deserved to walk upon crippled legs.
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"Take it," he growled. "Let me give you this at least."
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