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“Mariah!” I dropped my AK-47 and ran to her.
“Oh my God.” She rose and lowered the hand holding the gun.
“Goddamn it!” Fast, I had her in my arms. “I thought I lost you.”
“Me?”
“Yes!”
“I was scared to loseyou.”
“Goddamn it!” I leaned away and glared. “I told you to stay in the dungeon.”
“You did.” She gave me a weak smile. “But, I’m no damsel in distress. I wanted to help.”
I widened my eyes in madness. “Do you have any idea what I would have done to this city if something had happened to you?”
She blinked. “What?”
“Destroyed every fucking inch. That means every building in flames. Every living thing dead—humans, dogs, whatever. Everything would have been gone. This city would have been nothing but ashes and brittle bones.”
“What?” She stiffened in my hold. “Then, I’m glad it all worked out.”
Dog chuckled behind us.
Chapter 11
Twelve Explosive Orgasms
Mariah
The twelfth day withGabriel was Christmas Eve.
We lay naked in a massive four poster king bed in a two-level luxury suite. The whole space was filled with lush furniture, rich and comforting.
Gabriel pulled the sheets over us and wrapped me in his arms. His body was strong and hard, muscles rippled with every movement. I felt safe, warm, and protected.
