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He’d
been a smuggler and though his morals were twisted slightly, he had never
supported the Black Market Intergalactic Slave Trade, and when he’d found her
mother hiding on his ship, he’d done all in his power to keep her safe and
disable the collar on her neck that had kept her powers inactive.
    Angelica fell madly in love with Alexander Redgrave because,
as she’d told Anya, he was unlike any other man she’d ever encountered. He
didn’t want to use her for her body. Instead, he was quite happy with getting
to know who she was as a person first.
    Moreover, he wasn’t threatened by the prospect of her being
a witch with the freedom to use her powers as she saw fit. He’d even done all
he could to get the collar off her. Once he’d freed her of the vile article,
he’d stepped back and allowed her to have free range as a witch.
    She’d told Anya he sometimes didn’t understand her abilities.
And at times they’d caused him some grief, but he’d never wanted her to change
for him and that was what she wanted Anya to find, a man who could accept her
for who and what she was with no resentment or inhibitions.
    Once her mother’s powers were released, no man could ever do
her harm again. She’d changed in the years she’d spent as a powerless slave and
emerged a much more cynical and bitter person when it came to the outside
world.
    The only men she’d ever trusted were Anya’s father and his
brother. Anya often wondered how her mother would react to Damien if she and
her father hadn’t been swept away into the wild and unchartered sector of space
known as the Badlands six years ago.
    “You are the one who should be down on your knees before me,
Damien. You made me fall in love with you while knowing that I would never be
able to continue loving the person you truly are.”
    Her voice broke with emotion, hot tears were going to start
streaming down her face any minute now and she couldn’t hold them back no
matter how hard she tried. She’d been afraid of this. She knew she had the
possibility of losing it this way—her mother had always told her she was too
much like her father. She’d told her that her emotions ruled her judgment and
that in order to see things clearly, she had to control her heart and use only
her brain.
    Anya inherited her father’s lust for adventure and his
uneven temper, which included having devilish mood swings and wearing her heart
on her sleeve. Her mother, bless her, tried to steer her away from being a
mercurial creature and she’d insisted that Anya be raised with her feet firmly
on Earth’s soil until she’d reached the age of sixteen.
    When she’d turned sixteen, her father whisked both her and
her mother away to the stars and he’d showed Anya his world. In doing so, he’d
opened her heart to another life. Still, she preferred the existence her mother
crafted for her and she would pick a life on solid ground over artificial
gravity any day.
    Fortunately for her, her father’s hand in her life taught
her how to be fleet of foot, sleight of hand, and eagle eyed, while also being
crafty when it came to knowing how to evade anyone pursuing her. Her mother’s
influence gave her the magical ability to be an independent woman as she was
able to defend herself against any bodily threat.
    Feeling Damien’s piercing gaze, she returned her attention
to him. He hadn’t stopped looking at her with love in his eyes. Why couldn’t he
be as angry as she was…he’d drugged her, god dammit!
    “My darling wife, if you want me on my knees in front of
you, just give me the word. I would love to pleasure you with my mouth. Your
sweet pussy pleases me greatly.”
    She shivered. The sexual longing for him stirred inside of
her. She could feel herself getting wet as she imagined him in that particular
position, pleasuring her with his mouth as he had done many times before.
    The thought of his cock driving her to untold peaks made her
want to throw in the towel and give herself