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surely, seduced her.
    But now he had her, now she was his and he had to decide what to do with her. He didn’t want to let her go right away, like all the others. He’d lured those novitiates for one reason and one reason only—to piss off his sanctimonious father.
    Willow was different. Damien didn’t even want to flaunt this conquest before the Great Warlock just to watch his face turn purple. He wanted to keep her to himself.
    And he wanted her again.
    He glanced at his stiffening cock and shook his head. He had a feeling he’d be in a state of arousal for a long, long time. He grinned down at the gorgeous young witch who had tried so valiantly to ensnare him.
    She was his captive now. His creature. She’d taken his potion—with both hands. She’d come to him of her own free will. She’d demanded his cock. Begged for it. There was no way anyone could accuse him of taking unfair advantage.
    Which, of course, he had.
    He whispered a spell and drew his knuckles along her thigh, easing his way to her, finding the warmth at her core. She opened her eyes and turned to him, arousal flaring in those moss-green depths. She nestled closer.
    Yeah. He’d be hard for a long, long time.
    And yeah, he’d keep her with him.
    At least until he tired of her.
     
    Willow shot a glance at Austin and shuddered. She still quaked and trembled in the trails of her orgasm and she wanted him again. Hunger, fresh and new and overpowering, swamped her.
    It surprised her, just a tad. She’d always been a horny wench but usually one good hard fuck was enough to appease her…at least for a while. But she wanted him again. Already. Her body wept. Her clit tightened, her nipples ached.
    He smiled at her and a thrill trilled through her. His lips were gorgeous and so talented. She longed to kiss them. She levered her body up to take them—and met a wall. Confused, befuddled, she tried once more, reaching for him with a growing yearning. And again, something stopped her.
    His smile widened, no, more than that. It changed. It went from a simple salutation to something knowing, something wicked. Willow blinked and stared at Austin in shock. Suddenly he wasn’t just a naïve, goofy coffee vendor all ready for a roll in the hay. Suddenly he was something more. Something…dangerous.
    Instinctively she pulled away but something arrested that movement as well. In fact, everything about her was constrained. Panic flared. She’d never been a weak woman, not even before she’d discovered her magical powers. She’d never once been subjugated or controlled. But now…now the feeling was upon her.
    Austin tipped back his head and laughed. It had an evil, exultant resonance. It sifted through her like tiny grains of sand, scraping at her nerves.
    “Surprised?” he asked.
    Willow didn’t respond, other than to fight at her bonds, the invisible shackles holding her in place. She realized, quite quickly, it was pointless. She continued to struggle nonetheless.
    He watched, a smug expression on his face, and then he tsked. “Don’t waste your energy, Willow.” He rose and padded to the armchair, where he sat, curling his legs beneath him. “You’ll need that later. I have plans for you.”
    “Who are you?” It was all she could manage, and a sputter at that. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like it at all. She yanked at an arm, a foot. Thrust her hips in a vain attempt to release herself. Nothing worked.
    “You look amazing, you know, writhing. Naked.”
    “Who are you? What have you done to me?”
    He tipped his head to the side. “Didn’t the Sisters warn you?” His voice was slick, smooth. He watched her struggling, twisting and turning against her bonds, as though it entertained him. She flicked a glance to his cock. Oh. Clearly, it entertained him a great deal. “Didn’t they warn you about the predator? The unworthy man who might try to seduce you? Capture you?”
    Willow stilled. Realization dawned. It dawned slowly, filtering