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me.”
    Sensations clawed for attention, the burning in her clit, the hot tingling all over her body. “It’s only a little thing,” she whimpered.
    He put his face close to hers, but she could only see velvet and the glitter of his eyes. “Come for me and I’ll show you.”
    Come. Climax. The woman’s vulva squeezes the man’s penis, helping to stroke the man into releasing his seed…
    Katarina’s medical manuals never mentioned the dark power of it, the screaming need. How beautiful it felt. How she’d never want to stop.
    Without realizing she did it, Katarina snaked her legs around Calder’s thighs and lifted herself to him. She rocked her hips, wanting him inside her, needing him inside her.

She’d never be able to take him, and at the same time, she wanted it more than anything in the world.
    “Show me,” she shouted. “Please. Now!”
    “I don’t like to be commanded.”
    “Please. Oh please,” she babbled, too happy to care what she said.
    She came. Katarina gasped for breath as waves of mad pleasure poured over her.
    This was a hundred times better than when she brought herself off with her own hand at night.
    He had to stop—she didn’t want him to ever stop. It was too much. It was not enough.
    Calder released her and she fell back against the floor, panting. Her clit tingled, still wanting his touch, and an ache started in her heart.
    “Please, I know you were burned. I’m not afraid to look at you.”
    His voice went raw with fury. “Get up on your knees or you will have to beg harder than that for mercy.”
    “I just want to see your face. To touch it.”
    Calder lifted himself away from her, his warmth disappearing. Katarina scrambled to her feet and reached for him, sighing in pleasure when her hands closed on his warm, tall body.
    Calder turned abruptly away. At the last minute, Katarina managed to grab the mask and yank it off. Shadowy candlelight fell on his face—and she gasped.
    The right side of Calder’s face was handsome as sin, sculpted perfection around deep blue eyes, a hard jaw, a firm mouth.
    The left side was a complete ruin.
    Scars overlapped scars that twisted over his cheekbone and down his neck. The left side of his mouth was pulled into a perpetual frown, the skin around it mottled and ugly. His left eye was untouched, but scars streaked the brow and eyelid.

Katarina bit her lip as she touched his cheek, fingertips finding the smooth seams of the scars.
    The burning had happened a long time ago, she could tell, but the pain of it lingered in his very blue eyes.
    “This must have hurt you so much,” she whispered.
    Calder snarled and jerked away.
    “Calder…”
    “No,” he growled, his voice harsh like it had been in the clinic. “I don’t want this with you.”
    He swung around, black clothes swirling, and disappeared into the darkness beyond the candles.
    “Wait!” Katarina tried to run after him but the stupid high heels impeded her.
    Silence. The feeling of his presence dissipated, the soothing calm, the excitement, the peace, all gone.
    Tears stung Katarina’s eyes. “Please. Calder, don’t leave me.”
    As if in answer, lights went on in the room and a sudden whoosh of air extinguished the candles. Katarina found herself standing in a square room with a platform bed, a wall fountain and smoking, guttering candles.
    It looked so ordinary, the magic of the darkness and the flickering light gone. She saw the cameras now, dark, shining lenses all over the ceiling and walls, surveying the room at every angle. He must have watched her through these before he’d entered.
    Katarina looked for a hidden door through which Calder must have exited but she found only seamless black walls. After a few circuits of the room, she gave up and plunked on the bed.
    She tugged off the boots and threw off the leather dress, not caring that she was mother-naked in a bright room with cameras all over it. Let him watch.

Katarina put on her tunic and pants and