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and the clattering of something hitting the door a moment later. If he was correct, it was the silver tray that had been atop her plate. With a chuckle, he strolled away, already looking forward to his next encounter with his fiery little fox.
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    Tara huddled on the floor a while longer, not entirely convinced he wouldn’t return and catch her in the middle of standing up. She wanted to hide as much of her body from him as possible. She’d already revealed far too much to him.
    Finally, the chill in the air got to her, and she stood up before turning to the bed to strip off the sheet underneath the comfortable duvet. She wrapped it around herself sarong-style and returned to the chair, staring at the tray with unseeing eyes. Shame burned in her that her body had betrayed her, and he had realized that fact.
    She squirmed in the seat, unable to deny a thrill of arousal that shot through her as she remembered being on her knees before him, forced to suck his cock. It hadn’t been her choice, but she had been turned on beyond belief by his domination. She hated the reaction, and she didn’t understand it. She was a strong, independent woman, and she’d always tried to encourage Tonya to be the same. She wasn’t the kind of woman who liked to get on her knees for a lover, even one of her choosing. She especially should have been horrified to have no choice but to put his dick in her mouth and suck him until he came.
    She groaned softly, and a new gush of moisture filled her pussy. What the hell was wrong with her? Surely she wasn’t enjoying being degraded? She refused to believe she could be that depraved. That wasn’t her, was it?
    She groaned again, this time the sound a blend of agony and pleasure as she relived that moment when he’d first started to come inside her, not allowing her to back away. He had demanded she swallow his seed, leaving her no other option.
    She had never swallowed cum in her life, having always been a spitter the few times she had been unable to avoid performing the act for a boyfriend. It was a demeaning deed, and she had always rejected doing it—until he had taken the choice from her, and somehow, that had made it worse even as it had become ten times more exciting.
    Tears streamed down her face, and she wanted to deny that there had been anything pleasurable about the encounter. It was incomprehensible to her, but she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t enjoyed it. A dark part of her, a part whose existence she hadn’t recognized until she was on her knees before Alexei, had reveled in being turned in to his whore, being forced to submit to his will.
    She was on dangerous ground—far more dangerous than she had realized. Before, she’d only feared losing her life. Now, she had the even greater fear of losing herself to the dark need that Alexei brought to life inside her.

Chapter Three
    It seemed pointless to resist eating, so when her tray came at lunch, she cleared every bite. For the first time in almost two days, she felt sated in full, and it was a pleasant sensation. She was also exhausted from her tumultuous night, followed by the events of the morning that had left her frazzled and confused. With her tummy full, she managed to drift off into a dreamless sleep that lasted a few hours.
    The sound of the door opening again woke her, and her heart stuttered until she realized it was simply the small hinged section, not the entire door. With a marked lack of enthusiasm, she got out of the bed and padded over to the tray, lifting and taking it to the table at the wingback chair.
    It was dark in the room, with only a little illumination coming in from the dusky light outside. She clicked on the lamp near the chair and lifted the lid of the tray. Her first observation was for the medium-rare roast beef, baby potatoes, and some kind of greens. As she reached for her fork, she let out a gasp of outrage when she realized it wasn’t a linen napkin wrapping her silverware. Instead, it was a