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empty spot in his otherwise dark, cool soul.
       What he did know was that if he didn’t find a way to quiet the woman in his bed, here and now, she’d alert a night watchman on the street something was amiss.
       “Carrying on as you are is not going to help get you free, that I can assure you. Now, tell me again, where you come from before I must take matters into my own hands.”
       “Listen, buster, I’ll scream until the cops come if that’s what it takes. Then both you and Paige will be in a world of shit.” As she squirmed on the bed sheets, little did she know her shadowed movements tantalized and beaconed his prick to claim her sticky sweetness.
       “You are testing my patience, woman.” He sucked in a ragged breath, the scent of this woman yearning for a good hard fuck filled his nostrils and he took a step backward. He’d never been cautious of a woman ready and able to take him inside her, why would this woman be any different? After all, she was in his world now and needed to play by his rules, not hers.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    A deep sigh, sounding like a hot whoosh of heat, sent goose bumps up Cassandra’s legs. “Mistress Jameson, you must understand…”
    “The only thing I understand at this moment is this. I’m being held captive against my wishes by a man who is afraid to come out of the shadows.” Losing what was left of her dignity, Cassandra felt the surge of tears stream down her cheeks. She’d lost the battle between the brave front and the scared woman. At this point, she’d do whatever it took to be free. Once she was free, she’d deal with Paige.
    “You’re right, of course. A gentleman wouldn’t…” The sound of a match against the sole of a boot reached Cassandra’s ears a moment before the light of a lantern filled the room with a soft glow. She heard herself gasp at her surroundings and the man who stood between the foot of the bed and dressing table. It was then she realized she lay naked, tied spread eagle, exposed in front of a stranger, totally helpless and not in control of the situation. Her greatest fear of being tied up had happened and she didn’t know what to do about it.
    “Where am I?” A chill soared through her entire body, not from her nakedness, but from the look of lust pointed directly at her. Pure, hot, unadulterated lust lit his eyes even in the shadows.
    “You are in my private quarters, Mistress Jameson.” The dark haired man cloaked in a long black coat slowly pulled a blanket from the bottom of her feet. Spreading it out, he covered her body to just above her breasts. The prickly wool material sent goosebumps through her body.
    “Thank you,” she said, unable to tear her eyes from his face. Something about his eyes held her attention. Violet in color, they were both warm and cold at the same time. She couldn’t remember seeing anything like them before, nor did she ever want to again. They sent both a shiver and a wave of heat through her, sending mixed signals to her body.
    “You may want to hold onto your gratitude. I’m not sure if, or when, I’ll set you free.” He took a seat in the corner chair, folding his arms across his chest.
    “Haven’t you done enough damage to my ego as it is? You’ve won, can’t you get that through your head?” She flexed her butt muscles, shifting her bottom slightly under the wool blanket. It was warm and itchy between her legs. The sensation of the material nestling between her lips sent a hardened surge to her clit.
    “The mystery is just what have I won, Mistress Jameson?” A black booted ankle crossed over onto a black knee.
    How can he be so nonchalant about this whole thing? Doesn’t he realize what he’s done? That he’s kidnapped a poor unsuspecting woman…me! “By setting me free, you may just seal your own freedom Mr….Mr…just what is your name?”
    “Alexander. Garrett Alexander, at your service,” he bowed his head, yet did not even bother to stand.
    “Well, Mr.