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A day later, Ziva woke up on Prince Richard’s chest again. Morning, My Lady. You need to tell me about your nightmares,” he said, getting straight to the point. Ziva looked back at him, besides the steamy s*x they had over the three days, they were actually strangers. “You’ve had them two nights in a row now. As your bedmate, I aught to know why,” he said, seeing through her. Ziva sighed, she could only imagine how unsettling her nightmares must have been to him. “Two years ago, the filthiest, disgusting man abducted me,”she said, unable to hide the disgust in her voice. Prince Richard unintentionally winced and pulled her closer to him. “His name is Marlick Boyle, an international known s*x trafficker. I was driving back home after a late meeting when someone attacked me from t
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