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felt superior to her. Both men were justifying their actions by thinking it was for her own good. That cast her into the role of a temper-tantrumthrowing child who had no idea it was being told “no” in order to protect it.
    “My life is my choice. Where is the honor in making me a prisoner here? Isn’t that the same thing you’re accusing Earth of doing to me? That’s not saving me.”
    “You are not a prisoner here.” Dyne’s eyes were filled with determination as he took a step towards her. “Warriors do not imprison females. But you have seen too much to risk letting that information be passed to your dishonorable brethren. It pleases me to see that your mind is stronger than I first believed.”
    He spoke the words like a compliment but they bit into her like a whip. A snarl escaped her lips, and Dyne looked surprised by the sound. A second later he lost some of his control over his features as a grin covered his face. A hint of appreciation crossed his eyes before he forced himself to move away from her.
    “We will end this conversation now. You require time to absorb what has been said. My mother will come and begin to introduce you to the Alcandian lifestyle.”
    Dyne shot Cole a hard look before he turned and left. The curtain remained open as she watched his back descending a set of stairs.
    “This is not over.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    Cassandra jumped, but was too late. Cole was a breath behind her and he captured her body once more. He turned her neatly so that she ended up with her nose pressed against his chest. Jerking her head up, she snarled as one of his hands caught the back of her head. That flicker of blue shot through his eyes again as her belly was pressed up against his hard cock. There was a shout of approval from her clit as it throbbed with sensation so intense, it was almost painful.
    The flare of sexual interest was completely misplaced. Her temper rose but still couldn’t banish the way her nipples complained about their layers of clothing. “Let me go, Somerton.”
    “Cole.” He growled the word an inch over her mouth before he licked her lower lip. She shivered as pleasure, sweet and thick, flowed down her spine. He controlled
    the jerk she used to try and escape his hold before he lowered his mouth and kissed her. A muffled sound of denial got caught as Cole pressed his lips against hers. But it wasn’t a bruising kiss. He controlled it enough to keep their mouths together but stopped short of smashing her lips against her teeth. The hand on the back of her head released, and a second later he grasped her chin to pull her mouth open for his kiss.
    She lost all track of thought after that. His kiss was forceful, yet controlled. He kissed her deeply, sending his tongue into her mouth to taste her and stroke her own. Pleasure radiated out from the kiss as she actually felt him filling her thoughts, sharing the sensation through more than connecting skin. Panic erupted as she felt every last private thing she valued placed on display. She jerked her knee up, out of reflex and eight years in the Army. She was no Ranger or Special Forces, but she was a damn fine enlisted woman.
    Cole’s arms sprung open as her knee crushed the soft sacs hanging beneath his cock. But the man didn’t yell. He didn’t cuss. All that escaped his lips was a low growl. Cassandra moved away from him as she listened to the tone of that rumble. It wasn’t angry. It was promising.
    “Don’t touch me.” She left off the “Somerton” because she just couldn’t take the chance that he’d call her bluff and kiss her again. Not right now. She had to get a grip on her raging sex drive before that happened. That wasn’t being cowardly, it was pure survival instinct.
    Cole straightened up into a formal stance. He offered her a half bow before he grinned at her. “You enjoy my touch.” There was a flash of male arrogance across his eyes as he considered her flushed face.
    He turned and left without another