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nudity. “The point of this relationship is not abuse. It’s sensual pleasure, even if that pleasure comes from having your ass caned.”
    Her eyes widened just slightly and her lips parted. Direct hit , Rand thought. There was a little masochist in the soldier after all.
    Not that he was surprised. Most soldiers had a little masochist in them, whether in a sexual form or not.
    He sent a pulse through his computer implant, and the magnetic restraints released, dropping from her wrists to thump down on the shelter’s plastron flooring. “Take that uni off.”
    Zara licked her lips nervously and brought her arms around, one hand rubbing at the opposite wrist. Her gaze never left him, flicking from his face to his erect cock, down his legs to the bare feet crossed at the ankle.
    She licked her lips again and reached up to follow the seal of the baggy uni. It split open on a V of creamy skin, revealing the sweet cleavage between her unbound breasts. Pointing the way to the dip of her belly button, then further down to the rise of her pubic bone.
    She shrugged in an elegant little gesture, and the uni slid to her elbows, baring those delicious breasts, round and firm and insanely tempting. Her nipples were sweetly erect, rosy and distended with blood.
    His fangs twinged.
    She straightened her arms, letting the uniform drop down the length of them -- it really was ridiculously big on her -- to catch on her hips before tumbling to her ankles.
    For a moment she stood there, slim and delicious, all her lush curves on display, breasts and hips full and tempting, the narrow nip of her waist between them. Luscious as she was, there was muscle beneath her silky skin that revealed she’d worked to build her strength in the endless wait between battles.
    If we’d met on the battlefield, I would’ve had to kill her . Rand thrust that dark thought away. It hadn’t happened… At least, not so far.
    He swore in that moment that he would never raise a hand to this deliciously vulnerable woman. Even if she tried to escape, he’d find a way to keep her safe.
    Though there was something intriguingly erotic about the thought of chasing her… Then again, he found something erotic about damn near everything where Zara was concerned.
    While he’d been distracted by another wave of lust, she toed off her boots and stripped away the last shreds of her V.S.S. armor. Once a suit lost its structural integrity, it was little better than tissue paper.
    “Pick up the restraints and come here.”
    Zara dropped into a graceful crouch and obeyed, then rose to bring the cuffs to him. Her eyes were cast downward in unconscious submission, and her hands shook ever so slightly as she held out the neurocuffs, whether in fear or excitement. Something was definitely making her heart pound.
    He inhaled, testing her scent. Yeah, that was arousal.
    She could have feared him. Maybe should have feared him. And yet it seemed she believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt her.
    Reassured, Rand sat up on the side of the bed. “Come here.” He gave her a deliberately menacing smile. “I want to… discuss your endangering yourself by smarting off to the colonel earlier.”
    Her expression was more intrigued than anything. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
    He grinned wolfishly as he accepted the cuffs. “What do you think?”
    She opened her mouth to answer, but he grabbed her wrist and jerked, tumbling her down across his lap. He pinned her there while she was still yelping. “Give me your other wrist.”
    She kicked, but it came nowhere near him. “Fuck. Off!”
    His palm landed on the delicate curve of her ass in a loud, meaty swat !
    “Ooowww!” She kicked again, and he took a moment to admire the working muscle of her gorgeous little ass.
    Rand inhaled, testing, and confirmed she was still thoroughly turned on. Sniffed again.
    Oh yeah. He’d somehow stumbled on the little submissive of his horny dreams. The one he’d been looking for all his