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her face painfully, but
Corry wasn’t sure he was aware of it. His gaze moved from her eyes
to her mouth and lingered.
    “One taste,” he muttered. “The rest will
have to wait.”
    Surely he didn’t mean to kiss her. His
expression promised strangulation, not affection. Then his mouth
possessed hers and she understood. This was not about affection. It
was about domination.
    His arms shifted, crushing her slender body
against his much-taller frame. The dangling wristcuffs bumped
against her side as he captured her head in the cradle of his
elbow, preventing her escape. His mouth moved over and against
hers, demanding and forceful, until a ragged sob tore from her
throat. He frightened her, yet her body had never been so aware, so
sensitized, so ready.
    His heartbeat thudded against her breast and
his cock pressed against her belly. It was happening again. Her
body ripened, swelled and melted. She wanted his aggression,
reveled in his need until her own desire matched his. Would he
finish what they’d started outside his cell? Would he wrap her legs
around his waist and take her roughly against the wall? She
trembled. How could that thought appeal to her?
    She relaxed against him and he deepened the
kiss. Holding her jaw firmly with one hand, he thrust his tongue
into her mouth in an unmistakable parody of a more significant
penetration. That was what he wanted. That was what they both
wanted. Stars, when had she become so depraved?
    He cupped her breast, flicking her erect
nipple through the layers of her clothes. “Does this happen with
everyone or just men at your mercy?”
    “You’re not at my mercy anymore,” she ground
out. The teasing pressure of his thumb sent darts of sensation from
her nipple to her clit. He had to be a sorcerer. No one had ever
affected her like this before.
    “I want to fuck you senseless right here
against the wall. Do you think we have time?” His hand swooped down
and cupped her mound.
    Shoving against his chest, Corry turned her
face away. “Stop it!” There was a definite catch in her voice,
revealing her confusion.
    “Do you like it rough? Are you wet and ready
even now?” She swung at his smug face, but he caught her wrist.
“Have you ever taken it up the ass?”
    “You’re disgusting.”
    “Maybe. But I bet you’ll love everything I do to you.”
    “If you want a butt buddy, they’d be happy
to oblige at the Pleasure Palace. For the right price of
course.”
    He shoved her away, caging her against the
wall with his arms. “What would you know about the Pleasure Palace?
I thought you’d never been to Halley Prime?”
    “Go to hell.”
    He chuckled. “Already been there. We need to
move fast, but I’ll warn you right now, little rebel, this is far
from over.”
    Pushing off the wall, he pointed the
motivator at her. “What setting did your buddy leave this on?”
    She said nothing.
    “I guess we’ll find out how compassionate
you rebels are. Whatever punishment he meant for me will be
delivered to you.”
     
    Ashton hadn’t planned to kiss the little
rebel, but the temptation had simply been too great. She’d taunted
and teased him, haunted his every waking hour and infiltrated his
troubled dreams until he had to do something to exorcise her image
from his mind.
    Fresh-faced and innocent-eyed, she sure as
hell didn’t look like a criminal. Who was she? Her kiss-reddened
lips trembled slightly and a lock of her dark hair had escaped the
severe braid to dangle over one of her eyes. Why was she allowing
herself to be used by the rebels? The questions had driven him
half-mad during his long hours of isolation.
    He put the wristcuffs on her and triggered
the locks. “Let’s go.”
    Her full, inviting lips compressed into a
grim line as she battled some inner conflict. “Don’t do this. I
can’t go with you.”
    “Move.” He punctuated the word with the
motivator, not willing to argue. “Where are my shoes?”
    “I recycled them.”
    “Damn,” he