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against his chest and went instantly hard. He groaned. He had been at sea too long. He needed to get back to Lipsi and Safiye.
    With Willow in his arms, he couldn’t even recall what Safiye looked like, except that her hair was black, not gold, and her eyes did not glow like precious emeralds. His body ached for Willow, and he usually took what he wanted. Slowly he backed her up against the oversized bed, falling with her upon it when her knees hit the edge and buckled beneath her.
    Her eyes widened; she opened her mouth to scream. Too far gone in lust, Dariq forgot everything but the soft lips so close to his and the sweet breath fanning his cheek. The scream never left Willow’s throat as his mouth covered hers. Even the gurgling in her throat ceased when Dariq deepened the kiss, filling her mouth with his tongue.
    Willow stilled beneath him. She had been kissed before, but never like this. She whimpered as his tongue thrust deep inside her mouth, tasting, teasing. She felt the pull of something strange and titillating reach downinto the most private part of her body. She shouldn’t feel like this with a murderous pirate. She couldn’t even guess at the number of people he had hurt in the name of piracy.
    Willow didn’t realize Dariq had released her hands until she felt his fingers stroking her breast. Dear God, he was going to ravish her!
    Struggling free of his mouth, she cried, “You said you wouldn’t harm me.”
    Dariq blinked. What in the name of Allah was he doing? The woman had bewitched him. No matter how badly he wanted her, he must not touch her. If he took her virginity, Ibrahim would reject her. His bargaining power would be lost, and with it his mother or his own life.
    Dariq lurched from the bed and glared down at her, stunned by his loss of control. The woman was dangerous. The sooner he placed her in Ibrahim’s keeping, the better.
    “That will not happen again, lady. You will cease using your wiles on me.”
    Willow rolled to her feet. “You are mad if you think I wanted you to … to attack me. All I want from you is my freedom.”
    “What you ask is impossible. Resign yourself to the inevitable. You will become Ibrahim’s concubine as soon as I can get rid of you.” So saying, Dariq turned and strode from the cabin.
    Willow sank down upon the bed, shaking from her horrified reaction to Dariq’s words. She would never resign herself to becoming a sex slave to a heathen Turk.
    She touched her lips. They felt swollen; so did her breast where Dariq had touched it. The pirate was the devil incarnate, and far too handsome for her peace ofmind. Was he really a prince? It made no sense. Why would a prince become a pirate?
    Most likely he was a fraud. She recalled the dark intensity of his gaze while he’d held her pinned to the bed. His silver eyes glittered with what she believed was sexual hunger. She had barely escaped his lust this time. Would there be a next time?
    A shudder passed through her. Would she rather be ravished by the devil she knew or the devil she didn’t know? She would prefer not to be ravished at all. But the way her life was going, her wishes would probably be ignored. What truly frightened her was the possibility of never seeing her parents again.
    A tear slid from the corner of her eye, tunneling down her cheek. She dashed it away with the back of her hand. Her father had always said she was stubborn and willful, and she supposed she was, but she had never considered herself particularly brave. Bravery, she decided, was something she had to find within herself, and very, very soon. And she would, she vowed. She would need a great deal of courage if she was ever to find her way out of this horrible situation.
    “Is the woman settled in your quarters?” Mustafa asked when Dariq reappeared on the deck. “You were gone a long time.”
    “The woman is troublesome,” Dariq grumbled.
    “Ah,” Mustafa said, as if further explanation was unnecessary.
    “Have you determined