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Forcing her into something she didn’t want in reality, entirely another. He dug a mask with an elastic strap from the box and maneuvered it over her head. With a few careful tugs, the ski hat slid away and the blue satin covered her eyes.
    She spit out the handkerchief. “Connor—”
    He pressed his hand to her mouth. “No one here by that name.” She went still beneath him, and he could feel the edge of fear return. “So who is Connor? A knight in shining armor, perhaps? Someone to rescue you from your make-believe world?”
    Her forehead wrinkled above the mask. “Mmm mm mmm!”
    His hand muffled her more fully than the handkerchief had. “I’d like to let you go, but I can’t if you’re going to scream and rant.” He nuzzled against the pulse on her throat, nipping the tender flesh there. “You may call me Papa or Papa Bear. Understand?”
    “Mmm mmm!”
    “You really must stop screaming. The sooner you relax, the sooner I’ll make you purr, little cat.”
    Kate shivered. She’d been confident Con was her assailant, but now she wasn’t certain. A false accent failed to hide his golden voice, but he would never speak to her so…not rough…nor harsh…sexually insistent, maybe? More than a handful of men at the wedding, including Connor’s arrogant big brother, had the same rich tone of voice. A giddy wave swept over her, part fear, part forbidden temptation.
    Warm lips tickled her ear. “Are you ready to fly?”
    Was she? Oh God, she wanted to. How had he known the dark dreams that so often woke her in the night, the fear and dread coupled with a need to be treasured no matter how much pain it caused? A sick feeling swelled, but she pushed it away when he slid his free hand down her side to edge beneath the torn fabric of her gown. Long fingers traced her naked flesh from the elastic on her thong to the wide band he’d clamped around her knee. A shiver lifted goose bumps to pebble her skin.
    Warm breath brushed her cheek. “If you scream when I take my hand away, I will gag you. Are we clear?”
    At her nod, his hand left her mouth. He grabbed her ruined dress and ripped the seam from her hip to her armpit where it caught and held a moment before yielding to his strength. He tossed it aside, leaving her exposed save for her strapless white lace bra and matching underwear—too little covering to hide behind, and she thanked God for the blindfold. What if he didn’t like what he saw?
    “Beautiful.” He trailed the back of his knuckles over her skin, tracing the valley between her breasts, downward to explore the dip of her belly button and the finely woven barrier of her thong. Each caress sent tremors chasing quivers until her skin prickled.
    She tried to lift toward his touch, but the bindings prevented more than slight or awkward movement. The sensation of helplessness warred with desire. She longed for the strength of a man, but the thought of being unable to stop him should she want to nearly choked her. “Papa Bear, please.”
    His hands stilled instantly. Had he heard the fright in her voice? He cleared his throat, then continued his play, exploring the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, easing toward her wet core. “Did you need something?”
    “I’m scared.” She had not intended to give him such revealing information, but the confession slipped out.
    “I thought you wanted this, a chance to explore your boundaries. No vanilla sex for Goldilocks.”
    “Maybe. I don’t know. How do you know what I want?”
    His knuckles nudged the lace covering her slit; the dampness there screamed her insane desire. “Your body tells me.” A single finger slipped beneath her thong to part her wet folds, and her hips lifted of their own accord. “I’m in control. No need to fight me because you won’t win. No need to fear me either. If it gets to be too much, more than your greatest fantasy, more than you desire, we’ll move on to something else. All you have to do is ask. I will take