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herself.
    “Talk things through?! What is there to talk about? How you’re holding me against my will? How you planted bombs around the city threatening thousands of lives? Come on then Nayo, let’s talk!” she shouted. Nayo recoiled at her words as if she had slapped him across the face.
    “You can’t really believe those things?” he said, unable to hide the hurt in his voice.
    “What am I supposed to believe, Nayo? Here I am, being held against the wall, while your face is being plastered all over the news.”
    “You’ve got it all wrong,” he all but growled.
    “Do I? Prove it then! Tell me what’s right.” She pinned him with her eyes, searching the depths of his, hoping to find some kind of answers there.
    “Tell me what’s right, Nayo,” she breathed.
    Nayo crashed his mouth onto hers, kissing her with a ferocity that took her breath away. He immediately pushed his tongue past her lips and invaded her mouth hard and fast. He swirled and caressed his tongue along her own, mimicking the same motions he used to lick her pussy to kiss her mouth, making it impossible not to imagine his face in between her legs again. He nipped and tugged at her bottom lip and then licked where his teeth had bit down. The way he worked her over made her inner walls clench until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Finally she gave into the kiss, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his hips into her, pinning her to the wall. He rotated his hips against hers, letting her feel how hard he was beneath his jeans.
    There was a desperation to the kiss that made it feel almost dangerous. And God help her, she liked it. Arms held above her head, his strong, hard body holding her against the wall, the unforgiving way he claimed her mouth with his own; he had taken away all her control and it had her weak in the knees and dripping wet. But as quickly as the kiss started, it ended. Nayo abruptly pulled away, leaving them both gasping for air and wanting more. “You want to know what’s right?” he said. “This is. This thing between us, Olivia. You can’t deny how right that kiss felt.”"
    “So what if I can’t, that doesn’t prove anything.”
    The hell it doesn’t. Deep down you know you can trust me. Think about what you are doing."
    She took in a shaky breath and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m running away from a killer.”
    He shook his head. “If I was really a killer, you’d already be dead.”
    “Not necessarily. You could be keeping me hostage.”
    “Why?”
    “Leverage? Ego? I don’t know.”
    He frowned. “Come now Liv, you know me better than that.”
    She shook her head. “No, I don’t know you, Nayo. That’s the whole point. I don’t know you at all.” But I wish I did. He dropped his gaze to her lips. For a second, she thought he was going to start kissing her again, but then he flicked his gaze back up to meet hers and set his jaw. “You’re right, you don’t know me.” He pushed away from her slightly. Not enough for her to run away, but enough so that she no longer had to inhale his fresh, masculine scent, or feel his body heat. “No one does.” He let go of her arms. “And no one ever will.”
    “What do you mean? Why not?”
    He chuckled, but it sounded half-hearted. “Because I am Darzi, and Arabian royalty. We are not individuals, but a ruling family, doing what is best for our people.” He pushed his fingers through his thick dark hair. “And what’s best for my people is if I stopped running away from my obligations.”
    She wanted to question him further, but bit her tongue. He was giving her another opportunity to escape, and the door was only a few feet away. If she ran now, she might just make it—
    “You are so typically American,” he said.
    All thoughts of escape vanished as she crossed her arms and stared at him. “Excuse me?”
    “Always thinking of yourself. Always so quick to