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forcefully onto the bed. I hit the mattress with a very unladylike, ufff! as the oxygen leaves my lungs. I lash out with my feet, trying to push myself up the bed and away from him, but it’s no good. I’m all arms and legs, panicking, and Zeth is a dangerous predator. He has my arms pinned over my head before I can scramble my way off the bed. “Stop struggling.”
    I can’t. I want to, but my natural instincts continually warn me about trusting a man who carries a Desert Eagle around in his sex kit, and I can’t help myself. He huffs impatiently and then lowers his body weight on top of me, effectively immobilizing me on the bed. “Sloane, stop fighting me.”
    “Get off me and I will!” I regret pulling the gun on him. I regret it massively; I have no idea what kind of retribution he has planned, but I’m sure I’m not going to like it. “You told me to do it, Zeth! You can’t hurt me for doing what you told me to!”
    He lifts himself a little, rearing back to get a good look at me. The anger on his face has morphed to something else. “Hurt you?”
    “For the gun!” I have to get him off me. I need to. I buck against him, but the bastard doesn’t shift an inch. He’s a dead weight on top of me.
    “What do you mean, hurt you? ” His voice is cold. Detached.
    “I don’t…I—” The disbelief on his face finally hits home. He doesn’t look like he’s set on killing me. If anything he looks horrified.
    “I would never hurt you, Sloane. You honestly think I would?”
    A small voice immediately answers yes, but it doesn’t belong to me. Not really. It belongs to that treacherous Pippa impersonator who lives inside my head. My panic subsides, leaving me exhausted underneath him. I stop struggling. “No. I…”
    Zeth sees the flicker of doubt in my eyes before I can rein it in, though. His jaw tightens. “Have I ever raised a hand to you? Have I ever…” He trails off, exhaling sharply. He looks away for a second, and when he turns back to me, his gaze is unwavering, piercing me through. “I don’t hurt people who can’t defend themselves. I don’t hurt girls, and I will never hurt you .”
    “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” But even as I’m saying this, the Pippa voice is back and she’s on a mission. The guy’s pinning you to the goddamn bed, Sloane! Like, right now! What the hell is wrong with you? It’s almost as if Zeth can hear that voice, too. He carefully lifts himself up a little, removing most of the pressure he was exerting on me with his body. His hand stays locked around my wrists, but the tension eases a little, making my fingers throb painfully as the blood rushes back into them.
    “I might stop you from going nuts on the odd occasion, Sloane, but I would never cause you harm like that. I thought you knew that.”
    I’ve reclaimed my cool now. He’s not overly mad about the gun—I can see that—but he’s still not overly happy with me, either. “I just thought…”
    “That I’d rip your head off for threatening to kill me? Yeah, well…” He shifts slightly, pressing down on me again. The subtle weight transference seems to wake up my body; I realize my legs are spread, knees drawn up, feet flat against the mattress, and Zeth’s huge and powerful body is between my legs. And he’s naked. He’s not shy with his body—he has absolutely no reason to be, but his confidence runs deeper than a mere awareness of his physique. It’s something else. Something I haven’t quite been able to put my finger on just yet. Whatever it is, he’s still laying on top of me and there’s only the fabric of my jeans and my T-shirt acting as a barrier between our skin. Zeth makes a low rumbling sound deep in his chest, as though he’s been waiting for me to notice our tangled position.
    “No, you threatening to kill me wasn’t exactly what I was expecting,” he says. “But you did look incredibly sexy with a gun in your hand. Do you know how to use it