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out the doors into the corridor. He leaned down, his quiet voice tickling her ear. “I promise that he will pay for hitting you. Lead me to your room, princess.”
    Why did he care if the Council hit her? “Do I have any choice?”
    â€œNo, Talia. You don’t.” All lightness in his tone vanished and it almost sounded as if his accent had disappeared for a moment.
    But wait, that made no sense. Confusion warred with her frustration.
    â€œDon’t call me Talia,” she muttered, attempting to pull away but his grip simply tightened.
    â€œIn the corridor you told me that was your name.”
    Her laugh rose to semihysterical. “In the corridor I was out of my mind.”
    â€œPerhaps you were in the state of mind you have always deserved to be in.”
    What did he mean? And yes. The accent was gone, and his words were more formal now than that bizarre slang he’d been speaking to the Council with.
    They arrived outside her chamber and she turned to him, her brows drawn together in a frown. When she hesitated to open the door, he grabbed her hand and placed it on the palm recognition security box. A few men passed by them in the corridor casting curious glances their way.
    The door slid open and he pushed her inside.
    She stumbled to the middle of the chamber, swinging around to face him. Her breasts rose and fell beneath the fabric. “You need to explain.”
    A predatory smile crossed his face and he reached for the tie around his neck. “I don’t need to explain anything, princess.”
    His voice was cold, not even a trace of the accent. Who was he? A shiver ran down her spine and she took a few steps backward.
    He pulled off his suit jacket and dropped it to the floor. “Take off your dress.”
    Her pulse slowed and then accelerated right back up into double time. The heat that spread throughout her brought a flush to her body.
    She ran her tongue across her lips. “No. I will not.”
    â€œAgreeable indeed.” He raised an eyebrow. “All right. If you will not remove it, then I will do so for you.”
    He lunged and her scream reverberated through the chamber. Her dress ripped as he caught the hem and jerked.
    â€œNo!” She twisted away, causing the dress to split halfway up her hip.
    He jerked hard on the fabric he held in his fist, catching her off balance and sending her sprawling to the floor.
    â€œBarbarian!” she screamed, trying to scurry away.
    He fell to his knees and straddled her, grabbing her wrists in one hand and forcing them above her head. With his other hand free, he grabbed the bodice of her dress and ripped hard. Her breasts spilled free and she closed her eyes with a groan.
    The room went quiet, with only the sounds of their ragged breathing to break the silence.
    â€œBy gods, Talia,” he rasped. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”
    She shook her head and tugged at her wrists. She tried to hold onto the anger inside her, but there was a more dominant emotion fighting to take hold. Hot fire spread through her body, locking the breath in her throat and hardening her nipples.
    â€œOh gods. This makes no sense,” she confessed huskily. “I should not want this.”
    His eyes darkened. “But you do.” The calloused pad of his thumb smoothed over one nipple and she gasped, heat moving between her legs. “You do, princess.”
    He lowered his head and nuzzled her throat, kissed the pulse that beat there before sliding up toward her ear. His palm, wide and rough, cupped her breast. He caught her earlobe between his teeth and bit gently.
    Talia’s hips arched off the floor, a guttural cry escaping past her lips. It was back, this strange heat and almost drunken state of arousal she got when he got near her.
    He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. Another tremble rocked her body and hot cream gathered in her pussy.
    â€œI can smell your desire for