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deal with it! You think I’ll let you just walk into that shit? Beylor has access to the best fighters, and none of them would have a second thought about hurting a woman.”
    Ten minutes after walking in the door, and he thought he had the right to an opinion? Like hell . “What makes you think you have any say in my life? I’ve been doing just fine.”
    “And if I don’t help you?” he challenged.
    “Then there’s plan B,” she responded, flinging her hands up in frustration. “They might have determined this to be the best plan, but I guarantee they’ll have someone else I can travel with. I don’t need your help .”
    She turned, but his fingers wrapped around her upper arm stopped her from leaving. She twisted to face him but didn’t get a chance to speak before he claimed her mouth, his lips on hers and his tongue demanding entrance.
    Familiar yet new. So many times he’d done this, evoked fire in her body, flames that started low in her belly and spread to engulf her whole body. He dominated her, taking possession with his mouth, forcing her to receive pleasure as he deemed to give it.
    Only white existed in her thoughts. She was all feeling, all senses. His touch, the calloused hand rough and tender as it slid along her back. His scent, sweat from the match still on his skin, woodsmoke, and the musky male undertone that was pure Esh.
    Nalah’s hands were weak, trembling, as she pushed at him, breaking free enough to whisper, “We can’t. Esh.”
    He groaned as she said his name and retook her mouth, a languid conquest where he drew out sighs and groans from her against her will.
    It was his hands sliding down to cup her ass that brought back damned reality to the forefront. This time her push against him was harder and caught him off guard, enough that she was able to escape.
    The clench of his jaw and the heavy breathing told of bringing himself under control.
    They studied each other for several moments. He would do this in the cage, this focused deconstruction, those few moments before the match started, and Nalah would swear that these were the moments he was most dangerous. The fights might be more spectacular, but this was where Esh figured out his enemy – how they were weak, how to strike, how to break.
    Yes, anyone with sense would fear him most in these moments.
    And never let it be said Nalah didn’t have sense.
    When his body relaxed, that was when Nalah’s guard went up. “I’ll do it,” he said. “I’ll accept my leash and take you to the Tour.” And just as she was about to breathe out in relief, he added, “With conditions.”
    Of course there were. “What conditions?”
    Esh crossed his arms over his chest in a way that stretched his T-shirt over his chest, every muscle defined under the cotton, and her mouth watered a little. “The only reason a fighter would bring a woman was if she was his, so for the duration of the Tour, you’re mine.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “What I said.”
    He was arrogance personified standing there, and damned if that wasn’t a good look on him, the bastard. “Pretend I’m stupid and spell it out.”
    His eyes burned as they raked over her body, as strong as a physical caress, and the sensations that hadn’t dimmed since their kiss burned brighter. “No fucking,” he said. “I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me. Everything else, that’s allowed.”
    “Everything else?” she asked in spite of a very dry mouth, needing and dreading clarity for that statement.
    “My mouth on yours,” he started, and began to walk toward her, slow and steady, winding and hypnotizing like a snake before it strikes. “My palms trailing over your breasts. Teeth biting into your skin, marking you for everyone to see. My cock rubbing over your ass. Tongue on your clit, and my fingers deep inside you as you come all. Over. Me. ”
    He was in front of her now, their gazes locked, both breathing heavy. “That’s what you agree to give me if I do