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revealed his eyes were fixed on her hand where it
was down her flight suit. She drew the berry up slowly, tracing her
skin with it and teasing the curve of her left breast. His lips
parted.

    Perhaps he did want her.
His eyes had said as much when he’d been on top of her and when
he’d watched her in the shower.

    “ I can fulfil
that desire,” she said and his eyes shot up to meet
hers.

    “ What desire?”
he snapped with venom in his voice. She’d flustered him
now.

    She smiled and ran the
berry a little higher towards her neck before tracing it along her
lower lip and then sucking it into her mouth along with her
fingers. She sucked them a moment, her eyes never leaving his. His
narrowed and darkened again, but this time it was hunger in them,
not anger.

    She pulled her fingers
free of her mouth with a pop. “That desire.”

    He glared at her and then
stared out of the window.

    She leaned back on the
bed, intent on getting him to admit that he did want
her.

    “ Come,
Captain,” she whispered with a smile. “You own me after all... you
don’t want to inspect the goods? You don’t want one little taste
before you drop me off? Your family would never know you’d been
with a Terran... I’m clean.”

    His gaze shot to meet hers
again. She couldn’t read it now. There were too many conflicting
feelings in it. She’d always been good at reading people, she had
to be to avoid getting hurt worse than she had been, but he was
beyond her capabilities. She’d never met a Lyran before. Perhaps it
was his species and not just him.

    She picked up another
berry and caressed her breasts with it. “You don’t want a
taste?”

    He frowned at her and took
a deep breath. She’d never seen someone look so offended
before.

    “ I have to do
your bidding... I’m yours... you own me.”

    He stood sharply, his
frown intensifying. “Stop saying that!”

    She was taken aback by the
force of his words. Earlier he’d said that she wasn’t his, that she
wasn’t a slave anymore.

    “ Does it offend
you that you own me... that you can do anything with me that
pleases you? I’m yours to command, Captain Lyra II. You won’t touch
me but I’m not stupid... I know you want to... so why don’t
you?”

    He paced across the room,
keeping his back to her. “You are not my property. You belong to no
one but yourself. You are free.”

    “ You didn’t
answer my questions.” She stood and followed him across the
room.

    “ I... it does
offend me that someone thought to make you a slave and you believe
you are one still.”

    She moved around him until
he was facing her. He looked at her, right into her eyes. There was
so much passion in them.

    “ And my other
question?” she said, cocking her head to one side.

    He paused, drew a deep
breath, and then whispered, “Because it is wrong.”

    She would’ve laughed at
that but he was so serious and solemn. She looked at him a moment,
studying his expression and his eyes. He really did believe that it
was wrong of him to want her.

    “ Because I’m a
slave, or because I’m a Terran?” she said and moved closer to him.
She wanted to know which it was. Something was holding him back and
she was determined to find out what it was. Disgust? Fear?
Loathing? It had to be something other than
self-control.

    “ You’re not a
slave,” he said. “You’re free.”

    She grabbed the chain
attached to her collar, raised it up so he noticed it and then gave
it a sharp tug. “I’m not free!”

    “ Why haven’t
you taken that off?” he said with a concerned frown.

    She laughed now. “I can’t.
When the Sekarian handed you the chain, the collar took your DNA
imprint. Only you can remove it because you own me.”

    The muscles in his jaw
tensed at those last three words. He really was repulsed by the
idea that he owned her. Most men in the universe would have been
pleased. They would have been abusing her by now. Not this man
though. All he wanted to do was free her.