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his enemies,” he continued. “His goal isn’t to rescue his wife, Evelyn. It’s to exact revenge, which makes the game aptly titled.”
    Aptly. He’d used the word aptly in a sentence. Why was that hot? Did she have an SAT fetish? Heat pooled in her belly and a bead of sweat dripped between her breasts. They ached with fullness, and she knew her nipples were hard.
    The soft, seductive voice didn’t stop. “He becomes so entrenched in his mission that he becomes a monster, not unlike his dragons. It isn’t until he’s reached the wife of his enemy and has a chance to take her by force, that he realizes he’s become exactly what he hated.”
    She turned her head, so that her lips were an inch away from his. Those eyes flickered in the light of the screen. She somehow found her voice and forced it through her vocal chords. “That’s the turning point in the game, when he changes his mission of revenge to one of rescue. He takes back what’s his.”
    His chest rose and fell. “And do you think that’s appropriate?”
    She could close the distance, just an inch, and those lips would be on hers. What would they feel like? Would he kiss hard or soft? Would he grip her jaw and direct the kiss? “Do I think what’s appropriate?”
    He licked his lips and she felt the wet heat of that tongue on the edge of her lower lip. “That he takes what’s his.”
    She released a breath, and his eyelids drifted shut.
    She needed to leave. She had to get away from him before she hiked up her skirt and straddled him with his friend’s daughter, and her brother, and everyone and God as witnesses.
    Jerking away from him, she stood up, mumbling, “Excuse me,” to a confused Chad. She slipped past him and out of the movie theater.
    She dashed out into the lobby and burst into the bathroom. She leaned over the sink and stared at her reflection. The blush on her cheeks extended down her neck and across her chest. Her breasts looked swollen and her eyes glassy. Oh God, she looked drugged.
    Drugged on that man with his big words.
    He takes what’s his.
    How much did he interpret from that GIF he’d seen? Did he figure out that fantasy? Because as strong as she portrayed herself in public, in her office, she dreamed of trusting a man like that with her body.
    She wanted to lean her head back on a strong shoulder while he held her throat in a perfect grip, the other hand playing her like an instrument, with a rhythm only he knew.
    Marley shook her head and splashed cold water on her cheeks, patting them dry with a paper towel. She straightened her dress in the full-length mirror and then took a deep breath.
    She could do this. She’d ask Chad to switch seats. She could get through this movie and away from the incredible force that was Austin.
    …
    Austin had to talk to her.
    His control was dripping like hot liquid from the ends of his fingers, evaporating before it even hit the ground. He was gone, so far gone, over this woman.
    He knew he’d pushed Marley too far but he couldn’t resist feeling her out, wondering if that GIF was something she wanted for herself.
    Did she imagine herself in that role? Did she want to be that woman, with a strong man’s hand around her throat? Playing with her? At his mercy?
    He could give that to her. He could fulfill that fantasy.
    He shifted from his position outside the bathrooms in the lobby and waited for Marley to emerge. He wasn’t worried about Sydney. He’d texted her and told her he’d be in the lobby, and she’d texted back with a winky face. He didn’t know what that was for.
    The bathroom door opened and Marley walked out, then froze. Like she sensed him. Like a hunted deer. Her chest rose and fell and then her head slowly swiveled until she eyed him, tucked away into a secluded alcove.
    He wanted to tell her to come to him, but she had to make the first move. She had more control over him than she thought.
    Indecision flashed over her face before her chin lifted in a determined