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So overwhelmed by the sight of him she could hardly sort through what the feelings meant.
Fear? Certainly.
But something else.
He picked her up off the ground, his grip firm and strong. “You little idiot.” And then just as he had done two times before, he carried her as if she weighed nothing. But this time, he put her up on the back of his horse. And then he got up behind her, one strong arm clamped around her waist as he began to guide the horse at a flat-out run toward the castle.
The heat pouring from him was something like rage and another thing altogether, and she was locked against it by the strength of his forearm, trapped between that arm and his solid chest.
“You’re mine,” he said, that familiar voice in her ear, along with the heat of his breath on her neck, she shivered helplessly with it, unable to understand what was happening to her. “We have a deal.”
“You’re bleeding,” she said, looking down at his arm.
“I’ve bled far worse than this. Or have you not yet come to understand that?”
“Cameron...”
“I know that you needed to flee my hideous visage, but this is why you were told not to go poking your nose in places where you’re not allowed. This is why I told you we would wait to see one another, but you didn’t listen.”
“Youfrightenedme,” she said.
“You did not do as you were told.”
Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride back to the castle. They did not go back in the way she came out, but rather rode through a gate that opened automatically for them.
She wanted to lean against him and struggle against him at the same time. She knew that the stirrings in her stomach, and lower, were related to desire. She was not stupid. She might be innocent in some ways, but she had explored her own body. She’d had spare little else to do in the compound.
She understood sexual desire.
She simply didn’t understand it here.
Now.
“Does it recognize you?” she asked, desperate to think of something other than the strange ache between her thighs.
“Yes, it does.”
“Facial recognition?”
He laughed. “Yes. I get a great deal of pleasure from that. From the fact that I have forced it to learn to recognize this face.”
“Your face is not why I ran.” He didn’t say anything, rather he growled. And she could feel it vibrate against the back of her shoulder blades. She was so distressingly conscious of how large he was. How broad. And hard.
“Go inside,” he said.
“No,” she said, getting off the horse along with him.
He began to lead the steed toward the stall.
“Do not argue with me.”
“You are hurt,” she said, taking the lead rope from the stallion. “I can take care of the horse.”
“He answers only to me,” said Cameron, refusing to let go of the lead.
“Perhaps he will do just fine with me,” she said, maintaining her grip on it as well.
“Why must you test me so.”
