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with such venom that he released her mouth and returned to his previous restricting grasp of her arm. Thus contained, and with a strange quivering of her limbs, her
strength was suddenly spent and she could fight no longer. Looking up at her captor with eyes round in unabated terror, she lay panting, her chest heaving as she vainly attempted to control the spasmodic trembling that had overtaken her.
    â€œIt’s all right. Take it easy.” He repeated his earlier thoughts, but this time his tone held a velvet quality which surprisingly soothed Eva enough for her to gather her wits about her.
    â€œLet me go. Please … let me go,” she begged in a whisper, hoping that her tone of helplessness would appeal to his better nature, for she was sure he had one, as she recalled his gently protective attitude toward the stewardess at the airport earlier that day.
    â€œI’ll let you go when I know where you are going. Right now I rather enjoy what I see,” he drawled slowly, a satanic smile spreading across thin lips as his gaze dropped from her eyes to her shoulders to her breasts, still rising and falling under her labored breathing.
    At that moment, for the first time, Eva realized that she was wearing only the lace-edged bra and panties she had stripped to for her sponge bath and which she had fallen asleep in soon after. As a rosy flush erupted onto her pale cheeks, she instinctively resumed her struggle, more so in an attempt to cover herself with her arms and hands than to escape from him completely.
    His hands moved to her shoulders, lifting and shaking her violently back and forth before dropping her back onto the bed and resuming his grip on her. The shaking had quieted her instantly, her only sound a swallowed sob as she again tried to control her quaking body.
    â€œWh-what do you want?” she stuttered through trembling lips.

    â€œWhat do you want?” he returned, obviously enjoying the word play, its ambiguity abundantly clear to the both of them.
    Eva’s fear slowly began to mix with anger as she remembered her assessment of his character earlier in the day. How right she had been, she thought; an egotistical sadist, he was thoroughly enjoying this position of strength, drawing out both her fear and her embarrassment.
    Mustering what little strength remained, she determined to play at his game. In a tone as bold and confident as she could produce, she demanded, “Get out of my room. How dare you barge in here like this. You have no right. I insist you leave now or I’ll scream again … and I doubt the lady of this house would permit you here in the first place.”
    This she had added in a last-ditch effort to re-establish some touch with a reality she felt she was losing. For this man had begun to have a strange and unexpected effect on her. No longer fearing for her life, her main concern had become fear of something even more dangerous and infinitely more two-sided. She had become shockingly aware of this man’s physical presence so near her. His face was no more that a few inches away, his torso at a shallow angle to her prone form, their bodies touching at the hips as he sat, and the hands as he continued to restrain her. She was acutely conscious of his musky male smell, the firm contours of his body above her, the steady penetration of his eyes to her, through her, into her very essence.
    As though reading the subtle change in her green eyes, now glittering in a jumble of confusion, apprehension, and excitement, his face moved slowly toward hers, a deliberately provocative movement. Eva inhaled to protest in vain as his lips seized hers, forcing
them into silence, dominating them, crushing them with the force of brute animal instinct. His lips released hers as deliberately as they had taken them, a stark statement that only his willing it had terminated the contact.
    Eva lay in shocked silence as though in a world totally apart from the one in which she had