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could barely understand it.
    Dario groaned into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her and pushing her hard against the wall. One hand caressed her face, while the other one reached for her robes.
    She realized that he was going to pull them off, and suddenly her rage was back.
    “No!”
    She jerked her head away and shoved him hard. If he had been prepared, she didn’t think that she would have been able to move him at all. However, dazed by desire, he fell back a step, watching with eyes that were still lit with need.
    “No,” she repeated, wrapping her arms around herself defensively. Without his hands on her, without the delicious comfort of his arms, she felt as naked as if he had stripped her.
    “We’re not doing that,” she said, her voice low and vicious. “Unless there’s another price for my freedom that you have not made me aware of?”
    He rocked back at what she was implying, stepping away from her quickly.
    “You are an ungrateful brat who should be aware of the mercy she has been given,” he snarled.
    “And you are an autocratic savage who wants to lord his power over people who are helpless to defend themselves,” she spat. “Are we done stating the obvious?”
    Dario’s eyes went cold, and he nodded briskly. It was hard to tell that just a few moments before, they had been ravaging each other.
    “If that is what you wish, we are done,” he said.
    He nodded stiffly at her, heading for the door. She had just started to relax when he turned before he left.
    “Lording my power over you… is that what you call it when you reach for me and when you seem as hungry as a woman who has not eaten in a year?”
    She felt a red heat creep up her cheeks, because she knew he was right. Thankfully, before she had the chance to come up with a rejoinder for his comment, he was gone, slamming the door behind him so hard she could feel the trailer shake.
    For a long moment, Bailey was simply frozen in place, staring at the place where he had been.
    All right , she thought. Here I am. What am I going to do now?
    Though she turned the thought over in her head, she couldn’t come up with an answer any more than she could when she had been here with Christensen’s men. The threat of blackmail hung heavy over her head. She couldn’t walk through the desert on her own. Once she got to Jabal, there was every chance the sheikh’s agents would meet her and bring her right back.
    The only difference between her situation now and the one she had been in before was that now her captor seemed a great deal more dangerous.
    Despite herself, Bailey reached up to touch her lips gently. They still tingled, as if they remembered the memory of Dario’s kisses, and they still ached for more.
    She didn’t understand it. She had had known men before, though her affairs were often quick and hurried. There had never been much time in her life for romance, and for the most part, she thought that she could do just as well without. Dario was something different. She had never met a man as handsome as he was, but she wasn’t sure that that was all there was to it. Whenever they came close enough to touch, there was something in the air, something that could only be ignored for so long.
    I must be careful , she told herself, but then again, if she had been truly careful, she wouldn’t be in this part of the world in the first place.
    *
    Dario stormed straight from the American’s trailer to the makeshift corral where the horses were stabled. A distinct whistle, two high and two low, brought a magnificent black mare out of the herd, tossing her head and eager to see what her master needed from her.
    Without bothering with tack or a mounting block, Dario swung up on Fatima’s back, pushing her into a trot with a sharp command.
    Everything made more sense when he was on horseback, especially when he was on Fatima, who he had raised from a foal. Her mother, Saraquel, was one of his father’s favorite mounts right up until the day