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left shoulder.
    "An interesting choice of words you use. Most folks would call me a perverted bastard."
    She flinched and jerked her gaze back to his.
    "You're not a pervert , and you're not a bastard. I should know. I met your parents!"
    He laughed at her attempt at humor , and she frowned at him.
    "I mean it. No one has the right to judge you. They don't know you like I do."
    "You think you know me, squirt?" He pulled away from her and stepped back, not trusting himself to not crush her to him, and show her exactly what perverted things his mind was right now conjuring up. He turned his back on her before continuing.
    "What if I told you that all those rumors were true?" he asked. "What if I told you that I like nothing more than to have complete control over my sexual partner, and that any misdemeanor will be severely punished. That I enjoy seeing how far I can push my submissive out of her comfort zone. That I like nothing more to see her beg for my cock, and to withhold her orgasms until I see it fit to grant her one."
    Fuck. Judging by her galloping heartbeat and choppy breaths, this plan of his was completely backfiring. He turned around slowly, the need to see her, to drink in her reaction overriding all common sense.
    Sat on the edge of his couch, Nikita hung to his every word, and that blasted robe had slipped off her shoulder again, exposing milky white flesh that he would just love to mark with his hands, claws, and teeth. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her flesh , and he had no doubt that she would be wet for him.  Nikita's eyes had lost their focus again, and he stepped closer so that she could see him. Her gaze snared on his crotch, and she moaned. That feminine sound of need was so erotic he had taken another step towards her before he even realized, and she had to look up to see him.
    Raoul almost didn't hear her whispered reply over the rush of blood in his ears. He was surprised he had any left up there and it hadn't all just shot straight to his dick.
    "If you weren't my friend I'd think that sounds hot."
    ****
    Shit, shit, shit, and fuck, and bollocks.
    Had she really just said that out loud? It seemed so, because Raoul groaned and ran his hand through his hair. The other one was a white knuckled ball clenched at his hip, and she forced herself to release the death grip she still had on the cushion.
    "If you weren't my friend, I'd test that theory with you, Nikita." The words came out strained, and they washed over her like an embrace. To know that he seemed as affected as her made this whole situation marginally less embarrassing.
    Wordlessly he held out his hand , and she took it. Raoul pulled her up with effortless ease and turned her around to face his bedroom.
    "We'll discuss this in the morning. Right now, you need sleep. Go make yourself comfortable. I'll be in soon."
    "Promise?" she asked.
    A flash of the old Raoul showed in his eyes, as he pulled the sign of the cross.
    "Cross my heart and hope to die, squirt." His smile didn't reach his eyes, however, and Nikita could have sworn his intent gaze burned across her ass cheeks as she walked away.
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    Nikita woke to bright sunlight streaming into her room, the delicious smell of coffee, and the low rumble of male voices. She stretched and winced at the pain searing across her back. Not as intense as it had been last night, but it was still there, a sobering reminder of yesterday's attack.
    With that thought memories came flooding back. Memories of having her back tended to several times during the course of the night by Raoul. His strong, yet oh so careful fingers, had stroked across her wounds, lifting her slightly so that he could reach all of her, his comforting presence lulling her back to sleep, even though she had been hyperaware of his every move. She hadn't thought she would manage to sleep with him being this close by, and sure enough she hadn't to start with, until Raoul had sworn, tucked her up against him, dropped a kiss in her