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intention.”
    She knocked away his hand. She couldn’t think when he was touching her.
    “Of course it was,” she hissed. “You walked away from me while I was trying to confess my love and had another female in your arms mere minutes later.” She gripped the arms of the chair as pain lanced through her heart. Twenty years might have passed, but the wound had never healed. “And then, to top it off, you disappeared the next morning for over a year. No goodbye. No note. No calls. Only a male who deliberately wanted to hurt a female would do something like that.”
    With a stubborn insistence he returned his hand to her face, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
    “Girl,” he said, his voice thick.
    “What?”
    “You weren’t a fully-grown female. You were a girl who was barely out of puberty,” he insisted.
    Her eyes narrowed. The…jackass.
    If he was going to make up excuses for ripping out her heart and stomping on it, at least he could try to be creative.
    “Screw you.”
    The rich scent of musk filled the air, the dangerous power of Hakan’s cat shimmering in his eyes. Slowly he leaned forward, his lips lightly brushing over hers.
    More a promise than a threat.
    For now.
    “Oh, there’s going to be some screwing,” he warned her softly. “But not until we get this mess straightened out.”

 
     

CHAPTER 3
     
     
    Hakan watched with a sense of satisfaction as a flush stained her ivory cheeks.
    Good.
    He’d always known he was taking the risk of destroying her love for him. And if he’d been the sort of Pantera who had complete control over his animal side he would never have shoved her away. But he was who he was, and the only way to protect her had been to build impenetrable barriers.
    Now he felt a soul-deep surge of relief as he caught sight of the pained longing that smoldered deep in her eyes.
    She might be pissed as hell. And she might even think she hated him.
    But at least she wasn’t indifferent.
    And that’s all that mattered.
    She frowned as his fingers lightly trailed down the length of her neck, trying to pretend she wasn’t trembling with the same need that held him in thrall.
    “Shouldn’t you be out there keeping watch?” she demanded in husky tones.
    “No one can enter the house without setting off the alarm,” he assured her. “Not even another Pantera.”
    His fingers followed the neckline of her blouse before he grabbed it with both hands and ripped it in two.
    “Hakan,” she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief as he tossed aside the destroyed fabric.
    He’d always done his best to restrain his primitive side. Now he allowed the urges of his animal side to take the lead.
    She might as well see the truth of the male she was about to mate.
    And they were going to mate.
    Period. End of story.
    “Yes?” he murmured, grasping the lacy bra to dispose of it with equal ease.
    He sucked in a deep, appreciative breath as her small, rounded breasts were exposed.
    Holy hell. They were perfect. The precise size to fit in his palms, and tipped with nipples the shade of primroses.
    “You’re ruining my clothes,” she choked out.
    Shrugging, Hakan gently cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs teasing the tips of her nipples until they hardened into sweet nubs that begged to be tasted.
    “They were headed for the trash,” he muttered. His pretty little Geek was a true clothes fanatic. Which was why he’d added a walk-in closet to the house he was building in an isolated section of the Wildlands. She would never wear anything that had been soiled by three days locked in a basement. “Besides, you like it,” he murmured.
    “Bullshit,” she rasped, her voice shaky.
    He leaned forward, planting a lingering kiss between her breasts.
    “Then why is your heart racing?”
    “Because you’re being an annoying ass.”
    He nuzzled a path of kisses over the upper curve of her breast, his fingers toying with her tender nipple.
    “Do you know why I was standing outside