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lot, but enough that she was his willing slave. She stopped trying to stand as he continued caressing her thigh, his face mere inches from her own.
    His fingers slipped beneath her skirt; his touch on her naked skin was all it took to keep her pinned exactly where she sat. That was the power he held over her.
    A deep gush of air exploded inside her when she finally took her next breath. The rush of oxygen only heightened what she was feeling.
    “Where are you running to, Elena?” he repeated.
    But her mind was foggy, and she couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought, especially when his hand reached the top of her thigh and his finger brushed the outside of her panties, her humiliation complete with the knowledge that her wetness had to be obvious even through the material.
    She was so hot — so turned on by the barest of touches from just this one man. He was the anchor keeping her on the ground, and they both knew it.
    “We need to have a talk, Elena, and we should probably do it where there aren’t so many witnesses,” he said, continuing to caress her leg.
    “Please stop,” she told him.
    “You don’t want me to stop talking to you or touching you, Elena. If you did, you would get up and walk away. You don’t want to run from me, but you don’t understand why. I’m going to help you with this, but you have to let me,” he told her.
    He spoke quietly but that didn’t lessen the command in his tone. And his touch kept throwing her off kilter. His fingers were crawling from the top of her thighs, brushing her heated core and then moving down past her knee in scorching passes.
    She didn’t speak as he continued his seduction.
    “You’re hot for me, Elena. Your panties are soaked, your breathing hitched, your nipples tight and swollen, hungry for my mouth. You want my touch; you want what I do to your body. You want me to help you forget the spinning you’re feeling. You love it, and you know you aren’t going anywhere.”
    His breath heated her ear, then his lips trailed down the side of her neck, making her mouth go dry and those swollen nipples he’d been talking about ache more than they ever had before. Her core dripped with desire.
    “You’re imagining me pounding deep inside you over and over again while my teeth grip your ripe nipples. You want my tongue lapping up your juices while my fingers dive deep inside. You want me to touch every inch of you, and you want me to do this over and over again.”
    “No. That’s not what I want,” she panted.
    “Your body calls you a liar,” he said, licking along the edge of her earlobe.
    “You don’t own me,” she told him.
    “That’s where you’re very wrong, Elena. I own you, and I can do with you what I want, when I want,” he said, boldness in his tone as he slid past the barrier of her panties before she could think about stopping him.
    She was so focused on his touch, the roomful of people faded away. When his fingers touched her bare heat she had to bite her lip to keep a moan from escaping. His fingers slipped inside her, and she wanted to cry out in frustration.
    He was giving her just enough to make her want to scream, but not enough to end the torment he was giving her with no remorse.
    “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll end the torment,” he promised as he dove his thick fingers deep inside her. “Do you see how this makes you forget all the other pain, all the choices in life you have no power to decide?”
    It took a moment for her to process his last words.
    “Let go, Elena, let it all go. Give it to me, and I’ll take care of you.”
    She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t . . .
    Dalton captured her lips and the moan that would have alerted the theatre patrons of exactly what they were doing. But she was beyond caring what anyone else knew . . . or saw.
    “Give yourself to me now!”
    The harshness of his voice snapped her out of her lust-induced coma. Jerking her head away from him, she glared as she pulled his hand away,