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dammit.
    She breathed out in resignation. She had to use the bathroom and her mouth felt like cotton. She might as well give in and get it the hell over with. Jardin hadn’t seemed like a man who would easily be sidetracked or sweet-talked. Not that she had ever been very good with the sweet talk anyway.
    That didn’t mean she had to like the unusual response to him. Why, of all the men in the world, did she have to be so attracted to this one? She was certain he would just as soon kill her than look at her. And knowing that, why was her pussy heating, her breasts tingling, her body so sensitized in response to his voice?
    Drawing in a deep breath she prepared herself to face him. The sooner she did so, the sooner she could possibly find some peace.
    “Do you think you could untie me long enough to use the bathroom before you begin tormenting me?” she asked him coolly.
    She wasn’t about to roll over and make the pain in her shoulders worse by lying on her back, bound as she was. It was damned uncomfortable with her hands tied behind her. She also felt too vulnerable, too helpless. She was at his mercy, and being in such a position was much too arousing.
    Arousing? It should be terrifying, not arousing.
    Melina trembled as he moved. She felt cold steel slide between her bare ankles, slicing through the ropes, then between her wrists. Flexing her hands she eased into a sitting position, placing her feet tentatively on the floor. Glancing through her lashes she saw the lean, strong legs that moved into her line of vision.
    She raised her eyes as her heart stopped in her chest. He was releasing his belt. Oh God. She gasped for breath as his fingers, calloused and very male, began unbuttoning his jeans.
    She wasn’t going to whimper, she assured herself. She would not show her shock and arousal by actually letting that helpless little sound free. But as he pulled his thick, hard cock from the depth of his jeans she knew the sound squeaked from her throat as his broad hand stroked over the dark flesh suggestively.
    “Come on, Catarina,” he whispered darkly. “Open wide, baby, and let me have that tight throat again.”
    Her gaze flew to his. He was watching her with a deep vein of amusement and lust, his handsome face taut with arousal and demand. Melina wanted to laugh. She almost did. She wouldn’t know what to do with it even if she did consider “opening wide” as he suggested.
    “Uhh, I really need to go,” she whispered faintly, trying desperately not to gaze at the hard cock only inches from her mouth. “Really bad.”
    His lips quirked mockingly, his dark gray eyes darkening further. “Then pay the price,” he suggested softly. “Come on, Catarina, it’s not like it’s the first time.”
    It wasn’t? It was the first time for her, she thought with disbelief. Surely he didn’t think she really would? Melina never had, but she was well aware of the fact that Maria would do it and had done it.
    He moved his arm, his hand lifting, fingers threading her hair, the touch sending tingles of sensation to her scalp as he held her still and moved closer. Her gaze dropped nervously, her vision filled with the dark, pulsing flesh of the head of his cock.
    He really thought she was going to? Thought she could?
    The broad, purpled head touched her lips, throbbed, then spilled a soft pearl of semen against her lower curve.
    Before Melina could stop herself, she jerked back, a cry of outrage escaping her mouth as she rolled clumsily across the bed. Shaking with nerves, she fell over the side and scrambled to her feet before staring at him across the mattress.
    “No,” she snapped out, though her response was rather late, she thought as she watched him redoing his jeans with a quizzical frown. He appeared both amused and bemused by her reaction.
    “That’s all you had to say, Catarina.” He shrugged. “I don’t remember you being so hesitant last time.”
    Last time? She wasn’t hesitant? She was going to kill