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impregnating her—or any man for that matter. She was too young for children. “You have it all figured out, for a man who has no idea what I want. I won’t put up with you speaking to me like this!”
    “Oh, you’ll want me. And as I said, I’m determined.”
    “You’re also arrogant, especially for such a lowly position, slave!”
    “I go by Felix, not slave! And since I have nothing to lose except you—all the more reason to strive harder.” He was squeezing her to him with captured wrists. The heat from his wide body warmed her to her core. He wasn’t going to let her go, and it bothered her that she hadn’t tried to free herself. “Call me Felix or I’ll tie you to a tree so I can get a better look you.”
    “Let go of me, you brute!” She squirmed to buy her time as she debated cooperating with him. A part of her, most of her, wanted him to touch her, but she knew she should fight her demise. He was a slave and far below her rank, but worse yet, fornication was criminal. She’d bring shame to her father for following through with his wishes.
    When she didn’t call him Felix, he unleashed his belt, and lifted her arms to a nearby branch. “You barbarian! Let me go!” She thrashed her legs, being as unhelpful as possible as he shackled her fists to the high limb. She could barley touch the ground while on her tiptoes once he secured her tightly. He glanced at a small boulder before he decided to roll it under her feet.
    When he made a circle around her, touching her legs as he stalked like a hungry predator, she threatened: “I wouldn’t come near me or I’ll kick you as hard as I can.”
    Her warning did nothing because he stopped in front of her, and reached for her bodice. He paused, and flashed a cocky grin before he loosened the tight corset as he slowly unlaced each cross. He tugged at the bodice until free, and then began to open her top. She wanted him to touch her breasts, and expose them fully. The anticipation was agony, and as uncharacteristic as it was for her, she wanted the thrilling threat of being bare and vulnerable—as long as her nudity was for him, and him only, to see. She breathed hard as her craving for him mounted. She knew it was wrong, but deep down she wanted him to touch her again, and for this time for much longer.
    Katja knew she couldn’t change her decision once she went too far, but she didn’t stop him when he unbuttoned her blouse. He revealed part of her breasts again, but this time he didn’t feel his way as he undressed her.
    “You smell of flowers.” He said in a low, husky murmur. “I like it.” He traced her cleavage, and glimpsed her breasts before he said, “It makes me want to smell you down there.”
    “You’re sick!” The idea sounded disgusting. Because she felt she needed to be more quarrelsome, and put up more of a fight, she added, “Let me down, or I swear I’ll kick you!”
    “Nah, you would have done it by now.” He quipped, with his stellar, confident grin that she hated to admit she liked. She fought to keep her lips purse, though she wasn’t sure if she successfully hid her pleasure from him. He unfastened another button, and he let her heavy chest spring free of her top. With soft, creamy breasts fully exposed for his pleasure, he stepped back to look at her. “I would completely undress you, but I worry someone will walk by and see your body. I’m possessive of your curves, since I’m determined to make them mine.”
    “That will never happen. I wouldn’t let you do this if you didn’t tie me to a tree!” She said in a fake tiff, and stomped her foot. His eyes darted to her breasts as he watched them bounce. He licked his lips.
    “Never?” He chuckled, and his eyes lingered on each round, feminine mound. “You have a mouth watering set, Katja. Any man would be thinking he’d want to suck on you all day.”
    “That’s disgusting…” she began to yell, but on second thought, she rather liked the idea of his