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shook his head as his gaze lowered to her
lips.
    She indicated that he should precede her, but
he didn’t move. Didn’t he understand what she wanted, or was he
waiting for her to lead the way? This was all so strange. When he
continued to stare, she turned and walked back onto the balcony.
Torches had been lit, but the light wasn’t bright enough to
penetrate twilight’s gloom.
    His arms reached around her and grasped the
railing. “You should have left me in chains,” he whispered in
Fedoros.
    Fluctuating between uncertainty and
excitement, she held perfectly still. If a predator sensed fear it
would strike, and there was no doubt Theos was a predator. “You
speak Fedoros very well. Were you tutored, or do you have an ear
for languages?”
    “I was taught. My master’s wife is sometimes
amused by disregarding his dictates.”
    What did Laetif gain by teaching a gladiator
the language of his master? Especially if Mikko had forbidden the
practice? “Did she teach others as well?” Something brushed against
the nape of her neck then trailed down her spine, amplifying the
shivers she was trying to hide.
    “You tremble.” His breath stirred her hair
and he moved closer, almost but not quite touching her. “Shall I
warm you?”
    “I’m not cold.”
    “Are you frightened?”
    “Why should I be? You won’t hurt me.”
    “You seem very certain of that.” He moved his
hands to her upper arms and turned her around. Their gazes locked
and her breath hitched, her nipples gathering against the fabric of
her gown. “I could do whatever I wanted with you. Do you doubt
it?”
    His deep voice had a distinct accent, but he
spoke Fedoros effortlessly. “There is no honor in harming someone
smaller and weaker than you. So unless you intend to force yourself
on me sexually, I have nothing to fear.”
    He spun suddenly, taking her with him, and
urged her back against the external wall of the villa. His gaze
grew demanding and hungry, so she dragged her eyes away. She could
see nothing but the wide expanse of his shoulders and the sculpted
contour of his chest. Damn, the man was big! His hands settled on
her hips, squeezing gently before he brought her forward and
aligned their lower bodies.
    Hard and hot, his cock pressed against her
belly as he insinuated his knee between her legs. “Will it be force
if I taste your mouth?” One of his hands lightly grasped the nape
of her neck while his thumb teased the underside of her jaw.
    As if of their own volition, her lips tingled
and drifted apart. He smelled clean and faintly spicy. Had he
scrubbed himself clean or had tittering females happily attended
his bath? She fought the urge to press her face against the base of
his neck and wrap her arms around his back. “This isn’t why I came
here.” He tilted her face up as he lowered his head. “I don’t
want…”
    “Yes, you do.” His lips brushed over hers,
warm and inviting. He waited for her to accept the kiss before he
took the exchange deeper. “Open, amor . Let me in.”
    She parted her lips and trembled. His tongue
slowly pushed into her mouth, but her mind pictured a more intimate
penetration. If he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his hips,
he could fuck her right there against the side of the villa. Her
fingers dug into his shoulders as she returned the kiss, lost in
the sensual web. She rocked against him, rubbing against his cock,
unable to escape the proof of his desire.
    “Touch me,” he whispered against her parted
lips. He grasped her wrist and guided her hand to his erection. She
kept her fingers open, refusing to stroke him, but it made no
difference. The thick ridge teased her palm and ignited an ache
between her thighs.
    His lips drifted over her face, teasing the
corners of her mouth then following the crest of her cheek,
lingering near her temple. Her fingers flexed, starting to grasp
his shaft, then she snatched her hand away. “I can’t do this!”
    “You can.” He cupped her ass with