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Chapter Three

Her beautiful, lithe body lay stretched out on the bed like a virginal offering on a yellow, downy altar. Her fierce-looking body artwork stared back at him, its reptilian teeth gleaming white along her hipbone. Who knew such a sight could arouse him so? And her hairless, smooth body tempted him beyond reason. He’d have to go slow. It would be torturous, but he could do it.

Isabelle refused to acknowledge that he’d returned to the room. She wasn’t pleased.

No matter.

Strolling closer to the bed, he bent over, running his finger down the inside of her wrist, the length of her arm, touching the smoothness of her hairless underarm. Her breast he circled with slow motions meant to excite her. The rapid rise and fall of her chest betrayed her otherwise stoic expression.

He traced a path down her stomach. Her muscles quivered at the slow, exciting touch. At the tattoo, he stopped. Isabelle stared at him now. He grinned before lowering his head and licking the dragon’s tail coiled around her leg, toward the inside of her thigh. She bunched her muscles, fiercely trying to keep him from intruding farther.

“What do want, Isabelle?” he asked. “What can I give you?”

Her expression surprised him. He imagined her cool disdain. He imagined her forced passion while he gave her orders, made her switch positions, touch him just so, all the while giving him the insane pleasure rumor suggested.

What he saw gave him a satisfying shock. She wanted him. She wanted whatever he was going to do to her.

“You have to tell me. You have only to ask,” he said.

“No, I should be pleasing you. Let me. Please.” She tugged at the silken threads binding her hands.

“I don’t want your kind of pleasure. The kind that takes only a few minutes of your time and very little of your effort. You’re good, you know. I know what you to do your men. How you make them want so insanely beforehand, only to have them squander their pleasure as soon as they’re inside you.”

“I can do so much for you,” she suggested.

“It’s all been done to me before, Isabelle. When I’m inside you, I’m going to stay there until the neighbors hear you scream.”

She sucked in a steadying breath, licking her lips.

“You paid for me, now let me do my job,” she said with breathy excitement.

He laughed. “Your job? As I suspected. You don’t take pleasure in what you do. Is that it, Isabelle?” He scooted closer, leaning one hand across her body, his bare hip next to her dragon. Or her bare hip next tohisdragon.

“I don’t like to be tied,” she said.

“So?”

“You said to tell you what I wanted. I don’t want to be tied.”

“No, you’ll think of some other clever trick to get me wound up and spent before I’m ready.” And entice him in others ways, for which he also was not ready. Isabelle had all the perfect, practiced manners he’d seen with other purchased women. The women of the ton might not be purchased for money, but they never said no to jewels.

What was it about Isabelle that captivated him so? For every last man, every lover he’d known that had purchased her favors had, indeed, fallen in love with her. The way they’d mooned over her when describing their time with her was laughable, except he was starting to understand how they felt.

“I won’t do that. You’ve only to tell me what pleases you,” she said softly.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No, it’s not that. I’m used to men’s idea of hurting. I don’t like to be fettered. It makes me feel closed in. Trapped,” she confessed.

“Ah, well, we’ll have to work through that. For now, what pleases me is for you to lie there like a good girl.”

She relaxed at his soothing words. Or she was playing more of her game in an attempt to placate and seduce him.

He placed his hand on her stomach and stroked upward. Her breasts had been tempting him through the entire conversation. Dorian bent low, opened his mouth over a hard little nipple and sucked inward.

She gasped. Her body tensed.

No, Dorian thought,she doesn’t know what real pleasure is.He gazed into her eyes and the dual sensations of fire and ice goaded him. “For now, what pleases me is for you to lie there like averygood girl and open your legs for me.”

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