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fluttering in her belly, she fought to control the raging hormones that hadn’t yet gotten the stop sign. “I want to—” she started to say.
    His grip tightened, reassuring and warm. “I do, too.” He reached out, tracing the soft lines of her neck and jaw. “But slowly. I want to know every inch of you, touch every inch.”
    She sucked in a steadying breath. “Say that again, please.”
    He smiled. “I want you, love. All of you.”
    “Then take me.”
    “I intend to.” He eyed her extreme Goth gear. “How you got yourself into this bloody outfit, I don’t know.” He fingered the tight lacings and grinned. The look was far from innocent and definitely provocative. “But I’m dying to get you out of it.”
    Callie glanced down at the breasts he’d somehow worked out of the leather prison. A weak laugh escaped her throat. “You’re doing a pretty good job.”
    “I’d like to do better. Stand up, love. Let me see if I can work my way through this maze you’ve got going here.”
    Callie stood. Sitting up straight, he guided her to stand between his legs. Examining the ties, he began unweaving the complicated lacings between her breasts, all the way down to her belly button.
    As he worked on the tight silk bindings, Callie cast a glance to the mirror hanging across the room. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed, and a hungry wanton expression colored her features. She looked like a woman ready to be fucked. No, a woman who needed to be fucked.
    Now.
    The last of the laces undone, Iollan let the bustier drop. Angry red lines were imprinted on her skin. He ran his palm across her sensitive skin. “As good as you look in it, you look better out of it.”
    “Feels better, too.” She stretched, smiling in relief. “I can breathe.”
    He fingered the zipper on her left hip. “Now let’s see what we can do about this.” A tug and her skirt fell to her feet. That left only a pair of thigh-high sheer hose, heels, and the leather wrist bindings covering her arms from elbow to wrist.
    “Nice.” Iollan gave her near-naked body a friendly smile, taking in every last inch. If he saw anything he didn’t like, he wasn’t showing it.
    Basking in his appreciation, Callie glanced down. Full breasts and shapely hips flared out from her tiny waist. Her legs were long and lean, her belly flat and solid as a brick. All those extra days working out in the gym had paid off. Her body was in top shape, a necessity of the job she followed with near-religious fervor. Roger had reminded her many times during her training—in and out of bed—that an out-of-shape agent was a sloppy agent.
    “You’re perfect in every way.” Pulling her closer, he leaned forward, nibbling the bare skin just below her breasts.
    Callie’s breath caught. His lips were soft and warm, moist as he licked the sensitive area. The heated sensation of his mouth on her bare abused skin felt wonderful. A lusty moan slipped out.
    “You like that?”
    “Oh, yes.” She purred in rapture. “More, please, sir.”
    He pulled back, taking away the wonderful torture. “Good girl. You catch on fast.” He reached for her left wrist. “But not yet. Still have to finish the unveiling.”
    Callie stiffened. Oh, shit. She’d totally forgotten the reason she wore those cuffs in the first place.
    Undoing the ties, Iollan peeled away the leather cuff. Pale and white, dozens of white scars were stark against her abused inner wrists. The veins wove pale greenish-blue paths beneath the obvious damage.
    His face darkened. She saw him swallow, fighting the urge to question their presence.
    She tried to pull her arm away. “Don’t.”
    He persisted. “I want to see.” He unbound her right wrist, visually probing more scars.
    “Seen enough?” Her words were an unpleasant snarl.
    He shook his head, tracing one with a single finger. “Tell me why?”
    So warm only moments ago, Callie felt ice cold inside as the blood drained from her face. She’d always