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milord?”
    “ I’ll need a witness to
this.”
    Tariza shrank back against
the stone. “A witness to what?”
    Saturnios gave her an
expression she’d seen before ... but not in a male. It was the way
a Concordian woman looked at a slave she planned to dominate. Maybe
to fuck.
    “ No. You can’t. I’m the
heir to Concordia. This isn’t the way an honorable soldier treats
hostages.”
    “ Sweetheart, you’re not a
hostage. You’re my slave.” He reached for the knife at his
belt.
    Her heart thundered and her pussy
clenched in eagerness. Curse her stupid body. She was a warrior,
not some adolescent girl with her first slave. She ought to have
better control over herself than this.
    The knife flashed darkly in the low
light. Saturnios turned it so the blade rested against his palm as
he unbuttoned her jacket. His fingers lingered against the linen of
her shirt, teasing her with what was to come.
    Probably a hurried rutting,
like an animal. These Saturnians couldn’t know how to please a
woman, since they never had to. They weren’t required to please
their women the way Concordian men were, and he would be an
ignorant brute. But her body yearned for his touch
anyhow.
    He unbuttoned her shirt as
well. He certainly wasn’t in a hurry. Didn’t he know her women
could be following them?
    No doubt he believed he could fight
off a Concordian attack blindfolded and with one hand tied behind
his back. Fool.
    Of course, he’d killed her
guards. Killed anyone who could have raised the alarm. The thought
of her friends dead, because of her, because of this barbarian,
sluiced icy water over her lust and drowned it.
    He cut away her jacket sleeves. Then
the blade slipped, cold and hard, inside her shirt. He carefully
repeated the action with her shirt sleeves, pulling the tubes of
fabric from her arms and tossing them to the side.
    He contemplated her
breast-binding for a moment. “I hope you haven’t ruined your figure
with that bandaging.”
    Tariza merely glared at
him.
    With a grin, he cut the
breast-binding down the middle. It sprang open, displaying her
breasts. Her nipples pearled in the chill night air. Paolo let out
a sigh. She couldn’t look at him as her face burned with
shame.
    In Concordia, women went
bare-breasted all the time in the summer, but that was different.
There, men didn’t dare to ogle women or touch them uninvited. Here,
she was bound hand and foot, helpless, while two enemy males stared
at her in undisguised lust.
    Saturnios cupped her left breast,
lifting it, his touch surprisingly gentle. She stifled a whimper of
pleasure.
    Show no weakness. No
weakness.
    He rolled her breast in his
hot palm, while his thumb stroked over her straining nipple. Tariza
bit her lip. He bent down, lowered her head. Goddess, no. He
couldn’t. She’d –
    Saturnios took her nipple
in his hot, wet mouth and suckled her. Delight arrowed straight
from her breast to her cunt. She moaned. The sound slipped out
without her conscious intent or knowledge. It just happened, and
she couldn’t take it back.
    He gave an answering moan.
His response to her excited her even more, at the same time as she
flushed with even greater shame. She couldn’t stop her back from
arching, from pushing her breast up like an offering. The head blow
had surely driven her mad.
    His blade touched her skin again. The
cold made her jump. He drew away from her breast and carefully cut
the fabric of her trousers in two slashes from the fly to the side
seams. Another couple of cuts freed the trouser legs from her body,
leaving her sex bare to his gaze.
    And gaze he did.
    His eyes grew so dark they looked
blacker than the sky. She felt a trickle of moisture from her cunt
as her body warmed and opened for him. He put a hand beneath her
right knee and lifted her leg as far as it would go against the
ankle bindings, opening her for his inspection. Then he brushed her
lightly between her legs. Tariza jumped, gasping.
    “ You’ve trimmed your