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cuffs on her. And then she watched wide-eyed as he pulled his belt loose. Her eyes followed it as the smooth leather slithered free of his belt loops. She sucked in a breath as he loomed over her to wrap the belt around the handcuffs and then around the post of the headboard, yanking it tight.
    “What are you going to do?” she whispered, her insides tightening with her desire. God, this man could take alpha to a whole new level.
    He planted his fists in the bed, one on each side of her as he loomed over her. “I’m going to get what I came for. I’m going to get all the information out of you I want. I’m going to have you twisting with need until you tell me every single thing you know.”
    “I’ll never tell you a damn thing,” she panted, kicking out at him, her whole body twisting and bucking.
    He barely managed to deflect her blow from hitting him smack in the family jewels.
    “Assaulting a police officer will get you three-to-five, Miss Devereux,” he ground out coming down on top of her.
    “Three-to-five years? I highly doubt it.”
    “Three-to-five hours, Miss Devereux. In this bed. At my mercy.” He gave her a wicked smile. “But go ahead and fight me. I like it that way. I bet you do, too.” He dipped his head to whisper in her ear, his breath caressing her, “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’m all about the struggle, so keep going, you’re just making me harder.”
    That just drove the need in her to refuse to submit. She renewed her fight again, thrashing and twisting, but with her hands restrained above her head, there was nothing she could really do but prolong the inevitable. Even so, she wasn’t going to make this easy for him. But with every kick she tried to land, his body locked her down further, until she was practically immobile.
    When she finally lay motionless, panting from her exertions, he brought his mouth to her ear again to whisper, “Tell me about him. Tell me about this man that visits you at night.”
    “He knows what a woman likes, he knows how to get inside my head and make me forget everything but him.”
    “Really. Is that so? What else?”
    “He’s an amazing kisser. When he kisses me, I forget everything. I forget where I am. I feel like I’m the only person in the world he cares about.”
    His mouth came down on hers, his tongue delving inside. He kept at it and at it, relentlessly plundering, barely giving either of them a chance to breathe.
    Finally, he broke away. “Say his name.”
    “Never,” she panted.
    “Oh, I think you will.” He rose up, straddling her hips to look down at her.
    Her eyes fell to the hand at his hip as it drew the knife from the sheath. He brought it to her chest and she held her breath as he gently lifted each strap of her bra and cut through them. Then he moved to the center of her bra and sliced through it as well.
    “Was that really necessary?”
    “You bet it was, baby doll.”
    Her chest heaved up and down as he returned the knife to its sheath and then pulled the bra free, tossing it aside. He sat back, his eyes coasting over her body, his warm palms landing on her stomach and then moving slowing up to cup her breasts. He squeezed, kneading them as his eyes flicked up to watch the reaction in her eyes, to see the desire flare to life again.
    “I can play nice. Or not. It’s all up to you.”
    He squeezed again, and her head fell back, her eyes closing as a moan escaped her lips.
    “Say his name,” he whispered, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to sensitive peaks.
    She shook her head, rolling it from side-to-side on the pillow. His hands released her, and a moment later he pinched both nipples. Hard. She arched her back as the sharp jolt zinged through her, and she bit her lip against crying out. Oh, God, it felt so good.
    “Tell me.” His voice was sharp with demand as he applied more pressure.
    She shook her head. “Never.”
    He slid down her body, licking and nuzzling and nipping her