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Dark brown hair dusted his chest; a point of it dropped below his abdomen, leading the eye to whatever was under the loincloth. Something very big, it must be, judging by the rest of him. Kieran was a giant of a man, and a beautiful one.
    Felice tried to speak, but only a strangled noise came out. She cleared her throat. “By all the gods, how much do you cost ?”
    He frowned. “I don’t know. Calder used to charge for it—he made a fortune. I don’t like to. Ruins the fun to talk about money.”
    Felice let out a breath. “If you say so.”
    Kieran looked her over again, and she realized she was standing without shame in front of him. “See?” he said, gesturing at her body. “You do feel better.”
    Felice automatically folded her arms over her chest again. “Good thing this is a hot climate,” she said with a breathless laugh. “We’d both be freezing our asses off.”
    “No, don’t hide. Come here.”
    Kieran reached for her hand. Felice had no idea why she wanted to take it, but she did. They had only the strip of cloth around his hips between them, and she was happy holding hands.
    Kieran tugged her with him through the open door to the bathroom. He had a half-length mirror on one wall—what for? He looked fine—he didn’t need to check anything.
    Without a word, Kieran pulled Felice in front of him, making her face the mirror.
    It reflected her, hair tangled and messy, her face pale, Felice’s eyes still holding exhaustion and fear. Her body was a white streak against his, her nipples and scars standing out on her now-clean flesh.
    Behind her stood the bronzed god of Kieran, his big hand closed around hers. His blue eyes were the warmest color in the room—the warmest color anywhere.
    “You’re beautiful,” he said in a gentle voice. “You don’t need to cover up for me.”
    Felice studied her reflection again, realizing she hadn’t seen herself in a mirror in a long time. She started to laugh, a little hysterically. “Being half starved didn’t help me lose any weight, did it?”
    Kieran leaned swiftly to her. A sharp pain lanced her ear, the sting of Kieran’s teeth.
    “I said, you’re beautiful .” His voice had changed, becoming smoother and more seductive. His lips hovered at her ear, his breath burning her skin. “Say it.”
    “What . . . ?”
    Another bite to her earlobe, a little harder. “Say it.”
    “You’re beautiful,” Felice blurted. Kieran truly was.
    “Smartass.” His chuckle made her flush with heat and shiver at the same time. “Say it or I’ll spank your ass. Make it all pretty and red.”
    Color flooded Felice’s face. “What?”
    Kieran’s hand smoothed down to the curve of her buttocks. “I’m level three. I know every good way to spank.”
    Felice’s heart pounded in trepidation, but at the same time, his hand on her backside was warm, firm, wonderful. “I don’t understand. I thought you were the slave.”
    “A master of pleasure. I know what you want. I give it to you. I’m level three. I give it to you in ways you don’t know you want it. Until you do.”
    “What, you drive women crazy with riddles?”
    Kieran laughed again, the sound low and warm. “I’m the simplest of all the Shareem. You give yourself to me, and I show you what you are, what you want. When you leave, you’ll have experienced the deepest pleasure imaginable.”
    “You sound different.” His voice, his choice of words—very different from the man who’d helped her get away from the patrollers and commanded her to come out of the bathroom.
    “You switched on the level three,” Kieran said. “This is what they did to me at DNAmo. When I’m switched on, I’m the best level three ever made. Switch me off . . . I’m nothing.”
    “I don’t think you’re nothing,” Felice said in a rush. “You helped me. You’re still helping me. I’ll never forget this.”
    Kieran’s eyes flickered, his expression changing from sinful to puzzled and back, so quickly Felice