Serena Vale
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The kiss was slow. It tasted like red wine and a lot of tension. When Nikolai pulled away, his hand remained on my hair, his finger tracing my jaw with soft circles that distracted me from reality. “You’re still not telling us something.”
On my other end, Rafael’s hand settled over my thighs. “We aren’t the enemy, Serena.” His voice was soft, careful. “If someone is threatening you or your business has hit something that you can’t handle–“
“It’s not that,” I interrupted him. No one was threatening me. Not directly at least.
I looked up at Nikolai. Somehow, he looked a lot more handsome from this angle. I thought of Marcus and the NDA that accompanied my contract. If I spoke, I broke the law. If I didn’t, I’d let the people I love walk into an ambush. If I tried to fin
