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    “Lilly.” He turns and starts walking backward, holding my hand with both of his. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
    “Thank you. I—ahh!” I yelp as, without warning, he yanks me into him. His strong arms wrap around my waist and he bends down to kiss me.
    The kiss leaves me breathless and panting, yearning for more. It’s nothing like the hungry kiss that he forced onto me when he ripped my dress apart. It’s soft, even a little gentle, while still filled with a passion. I can’t help but respond.
    When he breaks away, a small, knowing smile plays on his lips. He lifts his hand and brushes his thumb against the corner of my lips.
    I shudder from the gesture.
    “You do,” he says gently. “You do look very beautiful tonight.”
    Again, all I can do is gape up at him like an idiot. This is not a side of Stonehart I’ve ever encountered before.
    “Come,” he beckons again, taking my hand and leading me all the way to the bed. He sits down and directs me to his lap. His eyes reflect the moonlight seeping into the room. I feel them pierce deep into me as he searches my face.
    I blink and look away, flustered by the sudden, intimate moment. He catches my chin with one hand and turns my face toward his.
    “Don’t shy back,” he says. “Let me have a good look at you.” He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand.
    Feeling his fingers against my skin should fill me with revulsion, but right now, it does not.
    He sweeps my loose hair back over my ear as he continues to stare into my eyes. It feels like he’s looking into my very soul. It makes me feel more exposed than I’ve ever felt before—and that’s saying something, considering everything I’ve been subject to.
    It’s a frightening experience. Here is a man who kidnapped me, starved me, and forced me to sign a vile contract. And yet, right now… all I feel is warmth emanating from his gaze.
    Is this a charade? Or was everything a charade before? Did—
    My thoughts are cut off as he takes hold of my face and kisses me again.
    I know better than to rationalize things at this point. I let my mind go blank as I’m consumed by the power of his kiss. Heat floods my body from our connection. It flows into me and takes possession of all my extremities. I can’t help my hands from tangling in his hair, from grabbing and sliding all over his strong, muscular back.
    I feel a rumbling groan emerge from deep in Stonehart’s chest. His tongue battles with mine. Warmth is pooling in my core. I feel my body respond to his request in the most primal way.
    Clothes , I think rashly. Too many clothes!
    My thoughts are wild and scrambled. All I know is: I need to feel Stonehart’s hard body against mine. I need to have his scorching skin glide against mine.
    My hands move under the collar of his jacket and I help him take it off. Our lips are still connected as if some magnetic force links us. My breaths are coming hard and fast. In fact, they feel more like the giant gulps of air you take after surfacing from an icy pool of water.
    When I start to work on the buttons of his shirt, he pulls away.
    “No,” he growls. For a moment, I’m scared that I’ve made some grave miscalculation. But then his hand grazes over my cheek again, and he says, in a softer, much gentler voice, “No. Tonight is all about you.”
    That’s all the warning I get as he takes me by the waist and flips us over. My back hits the mattress and my hair fans out around my head. My chest heaves with every breath. I lift my head and look up at Stonehart towering over me.
    The darkness suits him. The shadows on his face make him look even more handsome. His cheeks are hard planes with their daily accumulation of stubble. His dark, wavy hair is disarrayed over his head—evidence of my greedy fingers. He looks absolutely stunning, like the image of a Greek god come to life.
    With lust pulsing through my body, and my brain dangerously low on oxygen, it’s almost