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Estella, the stripper.

Adonis, the cliché billionaire.

Of course, he would walk into her club and claim her as his own.

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I struggled against his grip on my waist. His other hand tightened around my chin, forcing me to stare into his eyes.

"If you continue to do this, it will not end well for either of us, Estella," he said quietly.

He said my name as if it was something he'd said a million times before. It was smooth, like chocolate. Warm, dark chocolate to match his eyes.

"How do you know my name?"
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BOOK ONE OF THE 'DARK SOULS' SERIES