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that?”
    “Yes.” She forced the words out. “Yes, I like it. I like all of it.”
    A genuine smile played about his lips. Ruby was right. He did like it when she enjoyed. “I am glad you did not lie to me. I do not like lies.”
    “I will always be honest.”
    “That would be a first with a woman.”
    She did not like the cynical note his voice took on. “I have never lied to you.” Although perhaps this current charade was nothing but a lie.
    He did not answer her statement, but neither did he refute it. A slight shake of his head. “Play with your breasts for me. Let me see your pleasure.” The note of command was back.
    Her hands actually shook as she brought them up and placed them over her breasts, her fingers almost icy. Play with herself? She didn’t know quite what that meant. “What would you like me to do?”
    “Trace circles about your breasts, starting large and getting smaller as you near the tips. Pretend it is me touching you, my hands, my mouth. Imagine my tongue trailing over your flesh, lapping at you.”
    It was hard to breathe. Slowly, carefully, she followed his direction. And it did feel good, so good. They were his hands; it was his mouth. She could almost feel the dampness of his breath, smell the smoke of his cheroot. Her breaths were shallow now, her fingers nearing the nipples.
    “Now take your nipples between your fingers. Press tight. Roll them. Yes, just like that. Let me see your feelings on your face. Yes. Yes. Now squeeze tighter. Tighter. Make your nipples red, make them pout for me, make them beg for my lips, for my teeth.”
    She pinched tight and then tighter, sensation racing between breasts and groin. She was beginning to pant, her whole body coiling, sensations she had never known coursing through her.
    “Even tighter. Pinch them hard.”
    “That hurts.”
    “Do it for me,” he growled.
    And she did. If this was what he needed, she would do it for him, just as she had promised. She would do anything to win this game. But it did sting. It did hurt. Yet the sting, the hurt, the pain, sped through her, heightening every sensation, making her whole body one big ache of need—making her want more and yet still more.
    And she was not the only one feeling the need. She could see it in his every movement, his every breath, in the stiffness of his body. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.
    She continued to squeeze, feeling the zing of the pain.
    She bit down on her lip, teeth sinking into tender flesh.
    Colton stood, took a step forward.
    Then stopped.
    A current flowed between them, one over which she had no control.
    “Let go,” he said. The words sounded torn from him.
    Waiting a second, she released the rigid peaks. Blood rushed into them.
    “God, you look so pretty, all red and swollen. You make me want to suck you, to nip you with my teeth. To feel your whole body tense at my touch.”
    She could almost feel his touch. Her legs quivered and it was hard to stand still. What would happen if she walked toward him? Would he be able to resist? But what then? Despite the urges coursing through her, she must remember that they were in a garden and could be disturbed at any moment.
    And she must remember that this was vengeance. Her vengeance.
    She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder at the bright lights of the ball. What would someone see if they looked out the window? Could they see only dark, or could one tell from the back that her dress was lowered? The thought filled her with fear but also with something else, something deeper and harder to define.
    The breeze suddenly gusted, causing her skirts to dance about her and the trees to whistle loudly.
    She turned back to Colton—only he was no longer there. The terrace was empty of all but her and the blowing wind.
    —
    Colton stared hard at the back wall of the small garden. London gardens were all the same: They gave the illusion of vast space until you hit the wall and realized that you were only feet away from