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“Then put yourself at the service of something more basic.” She reached under the bar. He caught her before she could grab his crotch.
“Uh uh,” he growled. “Don’t touch.”
“Let me.” She let her voice drop to a throaty whisper. “You look so strong. You could make me forget.”
His eyes were dilated, his cheekbones flushed. She almost had him, but he still shook his head. “No,” he said. “You’re trouble.”
“What if I am?” she asked. “It won’t matter. I’ll be long gone. I already know you’re a cheap, rude, woman-hating bastard, so I won’t expect manners, or gentleness, or clever conversation or sweet talk.” She leaned closer to breathe the words in his ear. “I’ll be happy with inarticulate grunts. While you fuck me hard…from behind.”
He rocked back, looking almost shocked. “Jesus, lady.”
“Yes, I know,” she crooned. “I’m very nasty girl tonight.”
This time, he let her hand connect with the denim at his crotch. She almost squealed at what she found there. Big, hot. And rock hard.
“Is that what your husband did with your sister in the pictures?” he asked. “He fucked her from behind?”
She flinched and looked away, letting her hair fall forward to hide tears she could generate on command. She let the silence stretch out for a minute, sipping her drink, as she got her swiftly-generated emotions under control. Sniff. Oh, that perfidious snake of a husband. Oh, that lying, treacherous slut of a sister. They both deserved to die. They really did.
She shook her hair back, and took a huge, terrifying risk. “I’ll show you the pictures, if you want,” she said, brushing tears away with her knuckles, so as not to smear her mascara. “They’re in my purse.”
She held her breath, heart thudding, as he considered looking at the sexually explicit photographs that she did not have.
“I’ll pass,” he finally said. “I don’t need that kind of stimulation.”
Tears of relief sprang into her eyes. She sniffed them back, theatrically. “Suit yourself. I don’t need to look at them again, either.”
He looked almost…sorry for her. God, she was good. The best.
“Take it or leave it,” she said. “No strings.”
“Women say that a lot,” he replied. “It’s never true.”
“You mean women actually talk to you that often?”
The corner of his mouth curved up. She followed up her advantage, leaning close. “Believe me, big guy, she whispered. “I don’t even want to know your name. Don’t tell me. I amsonot interested.”
They stared into each others’ eyes. He raised his drink. Her hand tightened greedily on his cock as he drained it. She could feel his pulse, a strong, rapid throb in his stiff rod. “Take me home,” she whispered.
His eyes hardened. “I don’t take anybody to my home.”
Course correct. She hid her irritation with a smile. “Better still,” she said smoothly. “The hotel across the highway?”
He nodded, and rose to his feet. She got up, too. Up, and up. Mmm. So tall. She pictured reporting a successful mission, and maybe even getting The Call, from the King. An invitation, to tell him all about it over dinner…and then, if he thought she’d been good enough…
Thinking about it made her wet, which had the happy effect of making her even hotter for rough, mindless sex with Aaro. A breathless, squirming sexy feedback loop. She took Aaro’s muscular arm.
Goodness, he was huge. She might have to double dose him, she thought, palpating his bicep. She could administer it in something from the minibar. If not, there was always the vapor. Three squirts, for such a massive man. But not quite yet, though. Oh, no, not yet.
She’d go a few rounds with this one before she brought him down.
CHAPTER16
Bruno ducked under swing of the studded iron ball that swung on Rudy’s mace. There were three Rudys, inexplicably wearing medieval chain mail. The other two had an axe, and a broadsword. Bruno jerked back. The broadsword swooshed by his Adam’s apple. He stumbled to the side avoid the axe, dove to bring down the mace-wielding Rudy.
Then he saw the dais.
Lily was bound to a pole. She wore a long white gown, torn and mud-stained. She was blindfolded. Oil soaked wood was piled around her. Her ragged skirt flapped in the wind. So did her long, wild locks of hair.
