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charity auction.”
    “An auction that I won, little one. Have you forgotten the small matter of the two hundred thousand dollars I paid to buy your soul?”
    “You–you’ve bought my s–soul?” Kurt was right—he scared her—but the sexual attraction to this powerful man was so overwhelming, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. “You mean you own me?”
    “Yes. Every exquisite inch of your body, mind, and—”
    “Soul?”
    “Yes indeed, your soul, Lacey. Did you really think that Willem and myself were naïve enough to believe your story about the auction? As you’ve already discovered, I can read your thoughts and I know that you’re a journalist. One, who has come here to destroy everything that Willem and myself have created?”
    “I–I’m not a journalist.” She knew her answer didn’t convince Kurt in the slightest.
    “Little liar. When will you learn that it’s impossible for you to deceive me.”
    Lacey tried to speak. In a pitiful attempt to defend herself, her mouth got as far as forming the perfect O . However, before she could say anything, Kurt leaned forward, invading her space by covering her lips with his own. Such was the impact of his kiss that at this precise moment in time she didn’t want to speak anymore. Instead, she reveled in the way this magnificent man tasted, and the feel of his tongue urgently dueling with her own.
    He wanted more, and he caressed the base of her neck, weaving his fingers progressively tighter into her hair until he held her head in a vise-like grip. Far from frightening her, this loss of control thrilled Lacey, making her pussy wet with desire. With her face angled to his, he pulled slightly away and studied her intently for a moment, constantly asserting his dominance over her.
    “Never make the mistake of lying to me again. Do you understand?”
    Those expressive blue eyes burned with fire, and she knew better than to argue with him. “Yes.”
    “Yes what?” He twisted his hand more tightly into her hair.
    “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
    “Better. Much better.” He let go of her hair, and she felt relief flood her body, although strangely, such was the impact he had on her she already missed his touch.
    Taking pride of place on the wall opposite hung two impressive framed portraits painted in oils. To her eyes they looked old—ancient even—and she guessed they dated from the 17 th or possibly 18 th century. For some reason, she felt compelled to stare at each gilt-framed oil in turn, almost as though the picture itself demanded her attention.
    Lacey did a double take, because the people in the portraits, despite wearing clothes from centuries past, looked uncannily familiar.
    Suddenly slotting together the pieces of the puzzle that Kurt had talked about, Lacey instinctively placed her hand to her chest in an effort to control her breathing. “It’s–it’s…” She violently shook her head. “No it can’t be. It’s just not possible.”
    “What’s not possible, little one?”
    “Those two men in the portraits. They’re…they’re you and Will.”
    Kurt threw back his head and laughed, obviously enjoying her discomfort. “Do you mean me and Will? Or two people who just happen to resemble us? Bearing in mind those pictures were painted more than two hundred years ago, which do you think is the most likely scenario, Lacey?”
    Every part of the rational being within her screamed—get a grip. The men in the pictures just look like Kurt and Will, that’s all. However crazy it sounded, and crazy as it was, she instinctively knew the guys in the pictures were them. Indeed, one of the men sat mere inches from her forensically studying her reaction.
    Breathless, frightened, but also intrigued, she rose from her seat for a closer look, tracing her fingers over the swirls of paint created by the ancient brush strokes. Although no art expert, she realized the portraits were genuinely old. They weren’t modern copies or fakes. They