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was a mistake he’d made twice now. The first time, when he’d seen her in the snowy woods and she’d looked so regal and pale. He’d been struck dumb by her, and hadn’t known who she was until she’d touched him and placed the magic shards in his eyes.
    And then he’d found out. He’d been helpless to disagree even as she’d stolen him away from his village, taken him to her icy keep, and then amused herself by finding new and ghoulish ways to torture him. She was attracted to him – that much was obvious – but because she couldn’t touch him without burning herself, she settled for torturing him and arousing him against his will. That had been part of the spell – to make him lust for her no matter what awful things she did. Even when she stabbed him with icicles or brushed her burning fingers against his cock? He’d still wanted her even though he despised her with every ounce of his being. She’d known he’d despised her, too, and simply hadn’t cared. She’d simply smirked at every monotone “Yes, I want you more than anything, Mistress.” She’d known the truth behind those words, and loved to make him say them.
    It was just another way to break him. She did love her games.
    Today must have been a new game, Kai decided as he huddled on the straw and pulled his legs close to conserve body heat. She had tired of being the hard, cruel snow queen and decided to go with a slightly different tactic. When she’d arrived today, she’d been soft and sweet, her words half amused and half chagrined. The little fluttering touches she’d made, careful not to brush his skin, had been achingly sweet. And when she’d reached for his cock and stroked the ice off of it? There’d been a pretty bluish tint to her pale cheeks that told him that she was blushing like a virgin.
    It had made him hard…and it had made him despise himself. This was just another game, and she excelled at messing with his mind.
    She was an excellent actress, too. She’d pulled out the ice shards and had acted as if she’d had no clue what they were. She’d looked shocked and hurt when he’d attacked her. Even her overall demeanor had changed – she was somehow softer, less cruel. Less brittle around the edges. The hard, cunning look in her eyes was gone. When she smiled, it looked as if she’d meant it.
    So of course, he knew it was a ruse. And he hated that his body had responded to it. Was he that desperate for a woman’s touch that he’d welcome the icy caress of his enemy?
    He was betrothed to Gerda, his childhood friend and playmate. And while there wasn’t love between them, there was respect and friendship. Never unabashed lust like he felt for the beautiful, fragile-yet-strong snow queen.
    And he hated that more than anything. It should be Gerda that filled his dreams at night, not a demon with blue-tipped fingernails and silky, white-blonde waves of hair.
    The trap door opened above, and he tensed, getting to his feet. He forced himself to stand tall and proud, despite the chill in the air and the pain shooting through his weary muscles. He was starving, too, but he wouldn’t ask her for food. He’d learned weeks ago that she liked to withhold anything he asked for, so he’d learned not to ask for anything.
    Footsteps. A moment later, she came into view, the polar bear skins that normally covered her lush bed in her arms. To his surprise, she dropped them on the floor and then picked up the first one, bundling it in her arms and then lobbing it over the ice.
    It landed at his feet with a splat. He made no attempt to touch it, only watched her.
    She tossed the next one over, as well. And then the final one. When he didn’t move a muscle, she frowned. “Aren’t you cold?”
    He was; he’d never admit it to her. So he said nothing.
    She moved closer to his prison, and that blush stole up her cheeks again. He watched as she raised a hand to shield her eyes, and carefully avoided looking at his nudity. “Do you have