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~Belinda's POV
I moved closer to him, every step deliberate, slow, like a predator circling prey. Adrik's eyes followed me, his jaw tight, his breath uneven though he tried to hide it. He was strong, yes, but I could already sense the crack in his armor. Men like him always thought they could resist, until I proved them wrong.
I stopped right in front of him, so close I could feel the heat of his body. My eyes never left his. For a moment, I let the silence stretch, heavy and dangerous.
Then I tilted my head, raised my chin slightly, and without hesitation, I sealed my lips on his.
It wasn't soft. I didn't want soft. It was fire, hunger, fury. My kiss was a weapon, and I poured everything into it, my rage at Damon, my bitterness toward Lisa, my endless hunger for the throne. And Adrik, that poor fool, was caught in it.
