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husband. I only care that I’ve paid good money for you and I intend to get what I paid for.”
    My head spun. I staggered back another step. “You paid money to fuck me?”
    “I paid money to do whatever I like to you. For one week. And we’re wasting time.”
    I wrapped my arms around myself. My head spun. Thoughts whipped through it, jumbled. “How much money? Maybe I can return your money?”
    One brow quirked. “Do you have two million dollars, esclavo? You said you had nothing.”
    I gasped. Then, because for some reason the oxygen I’d gulped didn’t make it to my lungs, I gasped a second time. “Two million? Two million U.S. dollars?” My legs wobbled. “Two million?”
    “Two million.” Once again, he closed the distance between us. “So you see, esclavo, I will get whatever I want. I’ve paid a great price for the right.”
    “But…but…I’m not for sale!”
    “You were.” He prowled closer, evil smile in place, eyes glittering. “And I was the highest bidder.”
    This couldn’t be happening. Had Sid’s boss sold me like a common whore? My stomach convulsed, and I fell to my knees. I heaved but nothing came up.
    Something hard and tight clamped around my arm and within a split second I was pulled across the room. With every inch I was dragged my terror swelled. And so did my fury. I fought. I kicked. I writhed and screamed until I was breathless and heaving and trembling all over. Stopping in front of the big wooden X bolted to the back wall, he hauled me to my feet then jerked one of my arms up.
    Oh God. If he tied me up I wouldn’t be able to fight. He would be able to do anything he wanted to me. Anything at all.
    Sid was a zillion miles away.
    And Tonya…? Where was she?
    Shit, I was alone. There was no one here to help me. He could kill me.
    I fought even harder. I fought with everything I had. My rage pummeled my system, and I used it to drive me to keep fighting, even when he had one wrist bound. I swung with the other one and kicked with both feet until he’d secured both wrists and ankles in cuffs.
    I’d fought. I’d lost.
    But I wasn’t giving up.
    I was chained to a big x, my back facing my captor. But I was still a virgin. For now.
    But for how much longer?
    My muscles were so tense they cramped. My nerves were jangling so badly I shook from head to toe. My senses were hyper-alert. I heard him moving behind me. I felt the slightest gust of air when he came closer. His cologne filled my nostrils.
    His heat burned my back, even though I was still wearing my clothes.
    The hairs on my nape stood on end.
    “I enjoy your fire, esclavo. Now, let me see if you enjoy mine.”
    What did that mean?
    My insides twisted.
    Heat gushed to my core.
    What the fuck?
    Shocked by my body’s reaction to the menace in his voice, I let my head fall forward until my forehead rested on the structure to which I was bound. “Go to hell.” Since when did the threat of rape turn me on? Since when did a bastard who didn’t give a fuck about me make me cream my panties?
    I was sick. Sick!
    I deserved to go to hell too.
    Confused and disgusted with myself, I smacked my head against the wood and curled my fingers so tightly my fingernails dug into my palms. A sob ripped up my throat.
    Behind me, he said, “Now, it is time to see what I have paid for.”
    I felt a tug at the back of my shirt and then the sound of rending fabric echoed through the tense silence. My spine arched and I jerked in a desperate (but pointless) attempt at escape. A breeze chilled my back as the torn pieces of my sweater and tank top fell aside and my skin prickled with goose bumps. My bathing suit strap snapped and my breasts fell out of the cups. My nipples hardened almost instantly. And another blast of heat pulsed to my center.
    I was fucked up.
    “Stop it,” I yelled. “Stop it now.”
    “Ah, esclavo, keep screaming. Keep shouting. Your pretty little voice makes my cock hard.”
    My skirt was next, cut, torn, I