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"You didn't have to help me," Prue said shakily. "You didn't have to come back to me. But you did."
"I can see in your eyes you've convinced yourself I'm someone nice," Khadem said brusquely. "But I'm not."
Prue shook her head. "Youarenice."
"What if I tell you I still want to fuck you?" Khadem said silkily. "And that I do intend to fuck you? Would you still think I'm nice?"
Prue swallowed hard. "Yes."
"Then you're a fool."
"I think I must be," Prue forced herself to admit even as her heart cracked at the dig, "since I have no idea how I ended up drugged."
Khadem cursed under his breath. This girl was proving to be amazingly good at stirring up his conscience, which he thought was long gone...until now.
"I'm sorry," he said tersely. "I shouldn't have said that."
Prue shook her head. "You don't have to apologize for telling me the truth. And I...I want to hear more of it, actually."
Khadem's gaze narrowed. "More of what?"
"How did you know I was drugged?" Just saying the words hurt. It was like living out a nightmare, since girls like her weren't supposed to get into trouble like this. "And would you know how long it would...affect me like this? Will it get worse?"
Prue saw his lips tighten at her questions, and Prue instinctively knew why this was. "It's okay." Her voice was uneven but firm. "Don't hold anything back. Please."
Khadem's jaw clenched. "The drug in your system works something like a sustained-release capsule. You'll get these few moments of lucidity following an orgasm, but you should feel another round of acute sexual frustration in a matter of minutes."
"What happens if I stay...frustrated?"
"Your blood pressure will shoot up, and it will keep shooting up until you give yourself a stroke."
Prue wished she could make herself believe he was lying, but somehow, she just knew he was telling her the truth. "How much time do I have left, do you think, before I become...hypertensive?"
"That depends on how much of the drugs you've been given and when."
"What if I don't know the answer to any of those?"
"Then..."
Prue tried to keep still as the stranger studied her.
"In a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to fuck me right now?"
The question threw her off guard, and just as she was about to tell him she didn't feel anything at all—-the next second proved her wrong, since that second round he mentioned had already begun.
"Oh God, no."
Khadem fought to keep himself still as heard the girl moan and saw her start to writhe.
"It's starting again."
"You have two choices right now."
"Not again," the girl gasped.
Khadem frowned. "What do you meanagain?"
"Please don't make me choose between you and another stranger."
