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out of her panties, shaking.
Instinctively, her hands covered her breasts.
    Brady couldn’t take his eyes from her as they travelled
from her head to her toes. She was hot and sexy, yet there was a sense of
innocence in her posture. Damn, if he didn’t want to ravish every inch of her
body. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined. He was glad that
she couldn’t see the passion burning in his eyes.
    “Come here,” he demanded.
    His words were raspy and curt. Sari swallowed and took two
steps toward him.
    Brady saw that she was visibly trembling. A slow smile
curled his lips. That’s what he wanted of her – that’s what she wanted – to be dominated, to not be given a choice. “Give me your
hands.”
      Sari obeyed. She
feared the consequences if she didn’t. She knew nothing about this man – only, that he was playing a
perilous game and she was the pawn. He had thrown a knife into the equation. For
all she knew, he intended to kill her when he’d finished with her.
    Stifling a cry, she lifted her arms and held them out to
him. She felt the powerful grip of his hands on her wrists; of the rope being
wrapped around them; then the rough jerk when he tied the knot and shoved her
in the direction of the rushing water.
    “Step up,” he said.
    An instant later, she was in the shower. Steam filled the
chamber. Warm water cascaded over her breasts and she welcomed it. She didn’t
hear the rustling of clothing, and was unaware that he had joined her until she
heard his voice close to her ear. “Game time.”
    Sari stiffened. The nightmare was about to begin and she
had no clue how to make it go away.
    Brady recognized her terror of him –it was apparent in the quivering of her lips, the
rise and fall of her breasts, the quaking of her stomach. He was surprised to
find that it excited him. Turning her toward the wall, he lifted her wrists up
and over her head, fastening the rope to the sprayer. His eyes fell to the firm
shape of her bottom and lingered there. He bent down and nipped it hard.
    Sari let go a gasp, rose on her toes and bucked her pelvis
in the direction of the wall. Her reaction thrilled him and he did it again,
and again.   When he felt the swell of his
penis, he pressed it against the small of her back and rocked against it. She
arched away from him, but he snaked his hand around her middle and crushed her
against his abdomen.
    Horror raced like lightning through every vessel in Sari’s
body. She hadn’t anticipated his nakedness, and now his hard prick was pressed
against the crack of her ass and she feared that the meant to take her,
regardless of her surrender.
    Brady felt the flutter of her stomach contracting against
his hand. Moving upward to her breasts, he cupped it, squeezing it and molding
it to his palm. Every shudder, every rippling muscle, every panting sigh told
him that she wanted him.
    Breathe heaved in and out of Sari’s lungs at such a rapid
and alarming pace that she had no control over it; nor the muscles of her
stomach contorting when his fingers roughly took hold of her nipple and tugged
on it. It instantly hardened and peaked. Sensations –both pain and
pleasure– traveled from her
breast to the burning heat between her thighs. Every pinch was more escalating
than the last. Unexpectedly, she cried out.   She hadn’t meant to.
      A smile of
satisfaction creased Brady’s lips and spread to his cheeks. Her cry only served
to arouse him further. “Say it,” he whispered, “and I’ll take you.”
    Sari instantly sobered. He wanted her to say it, and she
longed to obey, but what then? What would he do with her once he had gotten
what he wanted and finished with her. He frightened her to no end. He intended
to win the game, but at what cost to her?   She needed more time, time to work out a plan.
    “No,” she whimpered.
    Brady laid his head against the middle of her back. He
wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his prick in check. He had wanted
Sari