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endeared her to
him even more. He’d always been a popular man. In high demand at all the
brothels. Beyond that clientele, it seemed his charm could be resisted. What a
shock.
    What a painfully arousing shock.
    The fact that Jane could kill him with that charming no of
hers meant he was at her mercy. Not in play, in earnest. And being at that
woman’s mercy made him hard as hell. He almost hoped she’d remain heartless to
the end so he could burn for her with his last breath. Raj smiled at the
thought of such an operatic fate.
    For the moment he was fine. Injured, but not seriously so.
Without sex, on the other hand, he wasn’t likely to recover. Ever.
    How long it would take him to die was uncertain. Like
exposure to the elements, death from want of sex could take hours, days, or
weeks, depending. Were he alone, he doubted he’d have long to wait. With Jane
beside him, willing or no, he could sustain himself for quite some time. Although it brought a different kind of torture.
    Perhaps he could seduce her. Win her over to the thought of
a hard cock between her thighs.
    It was a pleasant notion and Raj let it linger. All it would
take was one small inroad, a single gesture that might please her. Once he
found it, he’d pursue it till she wanted more. He’d discover with her all the
things that she enjoyed. His hands on her body, his lips pressed to hers, his
head between her thighs, licking at her pussy, stroking her behind. He would
tend that dormant garden inside her until it burst into full bloom. Just the
thought would keep him hard and hot the way that he was now, until she’d had
her fill.
    Imagining sex with Jane soothed Raj’s mind, but made
withdrawal gnaw along his nerves like teeth. Despite the bodily discomfort, he
let his consciousness have what it wanted, slipping into a sweet dream of her.
    Where would her pleasure lie? In domination. In control. In crude words? Lofty gestures? He didn’t know, and so he just imagined
fucking her. Fucking her and fucking her and fucking her again.
    In the middle of the ebb and flow of dreams Raj heard Jane
scream.
    Not imagined. Jane was screaming with real terror.
    The first shriek had him up before he even knew that he was
moving. The choking sound that followed helped him outdistance the pain.
Killing for her would be quite a pleasure, but his scan of the surroundings
revealed nothing. No sign of any presence. Just the sound of
water running and the woman, his brave and beautiful Jane, sobbing out a mix of
grief and horror.
    The door into the bathroom was ajar. Raj pushed against it,
tensed and ready; his attention moved over the four walls, looking for a
threat.
    She was standing naked, a white towel clutched with both
hands to her chest. Her head was bent, and she was gulping air, struggling to
beat down some hysteria.
    “What is it?” Raj himself was deadly calm.
    She sniffed and shook her head. “It’s all right. You can go.
I’ll be all right.” She raised the towel up to her face to dry her tears,
showing him unwittingly how lovely her nude body was. He took a moment to enjoy
her beauty. That supple fullness everywhere. The ample belly, breasts, and
thighs he loved most in a woman.
    Raj took a step into the room and tried again to understand.
All he saw was a small white bathroom trimmed in silver. Functional and utterly
generic: shallow sink and mirror, metal cabinet, showerhead over a tub. Jane
gulped and raised her face out of the towel to cast a sickly glance toward the
curtain. Instantly, Raj swept it back.
    “Wait,” she wailed. “Don’t kill it. Please!” She took a tiny
step toward him before shrinking back against the wall. Raj stooped, examining
the spider in the porcelain tub. It didn’t look particularly dangerous. A spot
about the size of his thumbnail with eight long legs attached.
    Jane made another mournful sound and gulped for air like she
was drowning. “It’s harmless,” she managed. “Give me a second and I’ll