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startled her. She didn’t realize she’d spoken those last words out loud.
    Prison was making her weak.
    Her control was usually better than that. Much better.
    She shuffled through the sheets to the last page. To the place she’d signed on all five copies of this packet a year ago. Next to her mark: Captain Caradoc’s signature.
    Dated today.
    He was back on Lorus.
    How nice.
    How predictable of him, though a little late. Still, Ethlinda was almost glad to find time had not softened his spite against her. It would have been disappointing to know he was so weak.
    Ethlinda did enjoy a challenge, on occasion.
    If he had signed the decree just that afternoon, there was a good chance he was still on the system. She remembered his complaints about the slowness of the takeoff procedures here. There would be many places to hide on his ship, if only she could get aboard. Perhaps she might be able to convince him to hide her.
    She assessed the guard through the screen of her lashes. Though he refrained from his usual vulgar display, his lust for her was pathetically evident.
    She could work with that.
    She allowed her lashes to flutter up, forced heat and hesitation into her gaze. Not too much heat—he wouldn’t like that. “I’m no longer a married woman.”
    He leered at her. “There goes your last excuse to say no.”
    Ethlinda shifted, and her tunic-style prison top slid down one shoulder, seemingly without her doing anything at all. His eyes widened. He began to rut against the bars, stroking himself through his uniform.
    She made a soft, dismayed sound, knowing this type of man always responded best to a little resistance. She fumbled with her clothing but allowed him a seemingly accidental glimpse of her breast before drawing the cloth up to her neck. “You must not think such things, sir. The warden will not be pleased if you try to take me. The rules…”
    “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” The guard dropped his keys twice before he managed to unlock her cell.
    Ethlinda stumbled back, falling onto the hard cot. He returned his keys to the loop on his belt, and she focused on the bits of metal that would free her. The guard’s ego would make him think she was staring at something else.
    What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Much.
    She opened her eyes wide, still clutching the top of her tunic. He knocked her hands aside and ripped open the fabric.
    Her breasts tumbled free of their confines, and his raspy breathing grew louder, filling the small cell. Ethlinda hid a small smile. She knew her breasts were particularly fine, not only for their generously large size but their shape as well. Every late husband of hers had made a point of telling her as much, and she’d never doubted the sincerity of their compliments.
    Her thoughts raced as the guard began to paw at her. Just how many liberties might she have to allow him to achieve her freedom? With her hands and feet chained… She took a deep breath, settling her mind. Falling deeper into her role.
    The guard’s hands were rough and callused, with odd lumps on the palms that scraped against her skin. He squeezed her breasts hard. She let a soft whimper escape, then immediately bit her lip as if trying to hide her pain from her tormentor. His grin widened, and his eyes brightened. “Not so proud now, are you?”
    “Don’t do this to me.” She dropped her voice to a wobbling whisper. “Please.”
    He laughed, just as she knew he would. “That’s it, lady. You’ll be begging me for a lot more by the time I’m done with you.” He forced her to turn so her body draped over the edge of the cot. Her chains twisted, tangling her ankles together. Her feet did not quite touch the floor, leaving her with no leverage to aid her resistance.
    The guard lifted her skirt, then moved her feet so they were no longer locked together and forced one meaty thigh between hers. He shuddered in odd little jerks as he struggled with the buttons on his fly. Smacked