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lobe. A nibble there made her gasp. She tightened her hands into fists to keep from grabbing him—even though there was no fear of that, as they were locked above her head.
    When his hand skated upward and cupped her breast, when his thumb scudded over her hard nipple, she moaned aloud.
    He lifted his head. Their gazes clashed. He stared at her for a long moment, motionless and silent. Though his thumb did continue a tormenting scrape over her swelling nub.
    A message passed between them. She was not sure what it was or what it meant, but something in her shifted. It was as though a curtain had been drawn away.
    She didn’t know why she’d been brought here, but she was a firm believer in destiny. Deep in her heart, she believed she’d been brought here—for whatever reason—to meet him .
    And she wanted him. With more passion and ferocity and anguish than she’d ever felt for any man.
    It would be a sin not to take advantage of this opportunity to finally taste him.
    She would never forgive herself if she missed out.
    So when his head descended, and his mouth neared hers…she didn’t turn away. She met her destiny head on.
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    She was sweet, so sweet. Her mouth was fresh and she tasted like spring. Beyond that, she shocked him with her response to his kiss. She rose up to it. Met it. Matched him kiss for kiss.
    He’d been caught unawares, having fallen asleep and dreamed of her, and then awoken to find her in his arms, warm against him. His desire had been riding high and he was only incited to further madness by her scent, her curves, her murmurs.
    He wanted her. Wanted to take her here and now.
    Something within him, some maddened beast, demanded he do just that. She was his prisoner. He had the right.
    Another voice, one of irritating reason, argued against such folly. And not just because she was possibly an enemy trying to cozen him and seduce him, and weaken his guard against her—though there was that. But because he did not want to take her against her will. While she was bound and helpless.
    Something deep within him railed at the prospect. He wanted her warm and willing in his arms.
    Although she did not seem unwilling.
    Ah, that was a dangerous thought, was it not?
    She arched up into his kiss, nudging her tongue between his lips and his thoughts flew.
    Good Christ. Where had she learned to kiss like this? The query threatened to gut him but he decided to ignore it and simply enjoy.
    He explored her mouth, her chin, her neck—she really seemed to enjoy that. His hold on her breast never wavered, because it was far too delightful to release. She was perfectly proportioned, sensual and woefully overdressed. He worked at the buttons of her tunic. They were impossibly small, but he managed to get them open, even though she attempted to distract him with maddened kisses to his neck.
    When he separated the placket and gazed down at her breasts, he blinked. She wore another garment, one that covered her in a band. Though he tugged it this way and that, he could not figure out how to remove it. If this was some kind of Cameron chastity belt, it was truly heinous.
    “The hook is in the back,” she gusted in a breathless voice. She leaned to the side, but in the shadows he could not see what he was doing and the odious contraption would not come undone. 
    She wailed in frustration at his fumbling attempts. “Untie me. I’ll do it.”
    Dominic stilled. Disappointment flickered through him. It was foolish of him to assume her passion was true. It was an old gambit of captured women, to seduce a man to the point he loses all reason and then lure him into lowering his defenses. Dominic would not be had.  “I canna untie you, lass.”
    She rolled back over and glared at him. “Why? Are you into some kind of Fifty Shades thing?”
    His brow rippled. “I doona understand the meaning of this Fifty Shades thing.”
    “Yeah, well nobody does. Not really. Just untie my hands.”
    “I canna