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The trembling began again, starting with her awkward, bandaged hands and spreading out into her arms and legs.
"I've claimed you as my woman, and as long as you stay close to me, they'll respect that. They won't like it and they'll want to kill me as well, but they will respect it. Comprendes?"
She stared at him, shaking for all she was worth.
"I won't let them touch you, but you must do exactly as I say." He gripped her face between his long fingers, and stared into her eyes. "If I tell you to jump, you'll do it. If I tell you to be quiet, you will be. If I tell you to touch me, or bare your breasts for me, or touch yourself for me, you'll do that, too. Do you understand?"
She stared at him in defiance, her mind rebelling at what he was saying, but her body oddly tingling at the same time.
"Do--you--understand?" he growled, his hand squeezing harder.
His mouth came down onto hers, scorching and demanding, and she was certain in that instant he was, indeed, the devil, and she'd just made a pact with him. But then his assault turned from hard to hungry. His tongue flicked out to trace her lower lip, sensuously teased her mouth open, and sought entry.
A jolt of unbridled electricity shot through her when his tongue met hers, twisting and seducing her in a primitive dance. And she found herself, to her horror, ensnared by the passion of it.