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Silence followed and she couldn't move.
    "Shhh," a gentle whisper soothed. "I didn't think you'd be so scared of me."
    Ulyssa gasped, recognizing the burr of Kirill's voice from the night before. She felt the gentle brush of warm fingers on her cheek. On instinct, her hand balled into a fist and before she'd even opened her eyes, she swung for him. She didn't like being scared and the fact he'd been able to frighten her pissed her off. Her fist met with his jaw, knocking his head back on his shoulders. But, to her amazement, he didn't stumble away. His head lowered, a controlled movement, and his dark eyes pierced into her. Slowly, he flexed his jaw.
    "You bastard!" She glared at him. "How dare you try and scare me? I should tear you apart!"
    "Mmm," he smirked. Ulyssa's heart nearly fluttered out of her chest at the sultry look he gave her. He wasn't worried by her threats. Her mouth went dry. His fingers glanced over her neck, past her racing pulse. "Like you tried to tear me apart last night?"
    "I-I," she stuttered, at a sudden loss. Had she attacked him last night? Fighting the haze of memory, she tried to recall. His eyes drifted to her mouth. She could feel his heat pouring over her, soaking into her skin.
    "You tried to offer yourself to me and, when I refused, you threatened my life."
    Licking her lips, Ulyssa's gaze followed his lead and moved down over his body. To her surprise, she discovered his chest was bare. Hard muscles moved beneath his skin, rippling over the surface in male perfection. The heady scent of man came over her, like an intoxicating perfume that left her panting. Her gaze moved over his strong arms, wondering how they would feel holding her. Not an ounce of fat marred the look of him.
    Then, very slowly, his words sunk in. He'd refused her! It was like a slap in the face. Her eyes rounded in horror.
    "You're fortunate, briallen," he murmured. "If it had been tonight, you'd have died for the offense."
    Kirill stepped back from her and turned. Ulyssa watched him walk away. Her eyes rounded in surprise to see that he was completely naked. A wave of fiery longing swept through her at the sight. She couldn't help it. In a twisted way, his rejection only made her want him more. She loved a challenge--and this man was defiantly the most handsome challenge she'd seen in a long time.
    Luxurious waves of black hair flowed over his back and shoulders, drawing her eye down the hard muscles surrounding his spine to his narrow hips. His taut buttocks moved with power and grace. She wanted to touch it, grab it, control it--control him. Too bad she really didn't like him. But, then again, when did you have to like the person to sleep with them? It's not like she wanted to stand around making small talk first. It's not like she wanted to get to know him at all. Handsome men never had anything interesting to say.
    Ulyssa licked her lips in anticipation. She smiled, not even hesitating before following him to the bedroom. He was cute. Her shots were up to date. If he tried to talk, she'd just have to gag him to shut him up, or at least put his mouth to a better use. Giving a little practice wiggle of her hips, she thought, I'm not drunk now. Let's just see him try and refuse me again!
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Kirill had locked her out. Ulyssa paused and tried the handle a second time. Yeah, he'd definitely locked her out of his bedroom. Her cheeks flamed. Placing her hands on her hips, she tapped her foot in anger. Well, if he was going to be a prude there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it. Stupid fool was missing out on the best sex he'd ever be offered.
    Pounding on the door, she yelled, "Hey, pussy cat! Mind telling me how to get out of here?"
    To her surprise, the door opened. He was fully dressed, as he had been the night before, in seductively tight black. She pulled away from the door to let him pass.
    "Don't tempt me to shift, woman. I won't be so kind as to turn back next time."