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in a gentle gesture. A gesture that could almost be mistaken for loving.
    Oh, he was good. Even though she knew it was a lie, her heart threatened to melt.
    “Resist me all you like.” His voice was a low whisper. He had a voice that was pure temptation, husky tones that made her think of hot, sweaty nights of pleasure between cool sheets.
    “I’ll get what I want. I always do.”
    “What do you want?” she whispered helplessly against his lips. After his earlier cruelty, his gentle manner confused her. Which was the real Seth?
    “I want you.” He nibbled at her lower lip and her control started to crack.
    Sparks of desire shot through her body, bouncing and ricocheting off each other like bumper cars. She shivered, wound so tightly that every sensation was increased a hundred-fold.
    “I want you, all of you. I want you in my bed, your…”
    Your heart, as mine is yours?
    Seth paused to smooth his tongue over the tiny hurts he’d inflicted. “…your admission that you belong to me.”
    Her hopes crashed and burned like a solar racer in a fatal accident, shriveling to ash in her chest. She…this…was just vindication for him. She’d run from him and his male pride just wouldn’t allow that.
    “No more talking. Right now, I want to taste you. All of you.”
    Still numb with shock at the path her thoughts had been following, she didn’t realize at first what he was about. Hooking his fingers into her gown, he started to drag the fabric off her shoulders. A quick tug and the hidden fasteners gave. The dress slid down her arms, the neckline following suit.
    Jaida gasped and clutched at the falling fabric, catching it between her arms and her body. Cool air whispered over the exposed tops of her breasts.
    Under the silk, her nipples tightened to aching pebbles as his hungry gaze roved over her skin.
    A wave of heat washed down her spine as he pulled her back into his embrace. One hard arm curled around her waist, and she leaned back, away from him.
    “Nothing doing. I gave up tasting for New Year.”
    Even to herself her denial lacked conviction. She felt his lips quirk as he nuzzled her neck. “Want to try that again and mean it, sweetheart?”
    “Wanna fuck off and die?”
    “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”
    A large hand spread out over the back of her hips and pulled them snugly against his. Her eyes widened as the hardness of his cock pressed against her. A spiral of arousal seared through her core as unbidden memories of their single night together assaulted her.
    “Is that supposed to impress me?” she challenged, despite the fact her body clenched at the thought of having him inside her, a thought that tapped into every feminine instinct she had and demanded she press against him.
    Insisted she rub her soft curves against the harder plains of his body in a deliberate attempt to tease him and make him follow up on the hard promise pressed against her. She didn’t. Exercising a control she had no idea she was capable of, she curled her lip. “Adequate. I guess. I’ve had better.”
    The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. Behind them there was a knock on the door. “Your Majesty? The flyer’s here and waiting for you to board with your…companion.”
    Seth lifted his head. His eyes were as hard as diamond when he stepped away and straightened his jacket.
    “Adequate? Oh, my lady, you’re going to regret saying that,” he promised, and Jaida felt the truth of his words right down to her soul. “Cover yourself, we’re leaving.”

Chapter Three
    “Glorious, just glorious. She takes after her great-aunt, you know. She was Kevat’s consort before your grandfather beat him in challenge.”
    Seth and his archchancellor stood in front of a large pane of one-way glass looking into the harem preparation chambers beyond, the man prattling away without apparent need for a reply from him. Behind them Seth’s manservant was busying himself at