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fighting to find her voice once more. “I...I...”
    He silenced her stammered protest with one finger against her lips. “Trying to deny it is pointless. It is wonderfully clear to me now that the thought of submitting to my control arouses you, Esther. I can read the desperation in your eyes, sweetheart, and the deep flush of your skin tells me that I can do anything with you I want to do. You are mine for the taking, and I swear to you now that what you and I will share will make every man before me fade into oblivion.”
    That fiercely spoken, scintillating promise achieved what moments before had seemed impossible and made her crave everything he had to offer all the more. As he pushed himself up to stand again, he reached for an untied cravat left on the breakfast table and lifted one brow, seeming to dare her to tell him to stop. Esther only held her hands behind her back, ready and willing for him to tie her to the chair just as he had threatened he would.
    The assassin exhaled as he deftly bound her hands together, winding the cravat through the wooden struts of the chair to make any escape impossible. “No turning back now, sweetheart,” he said under his breath. “I am taking charge of this now I know what you need – and what you need is me .”
    She could deny it, but what was the use? They both knew the truth. As he moved back around to stand in front of her, she met his intent stare and finally gave him the words she knew he had been waiting for. “Yes, I do,” she said quietly. “I need you, and I can deprive myself no longer.”
    Triumph blazed in his dark eyes. His white shirt hung open against his tautly muscular chest, a temptation she yearned to touch – but that would come. She knew it would. For the first time since they had met she slowly began to relax, convinced that nothing could ever be as right as this.
    When her eyes travelled towards the shape of his cock straining against his breeches he breathed in sharply. “I do not think I can delay this much longer, Esther.”
    “Then do not do so! But there is something you should know first.”
    “And what is that?”
    She bit on her lip as the assassin took a step back and reached for the buckle of his belt. “I am not used to this kind of submission, sir.”
    “I know,” he said, wrong-footing her once more. “Fleetwood and those who came before him, they preferred you to take the lead in bed. I do not doubt that you excelled in it, sweetheart, but that is not how you and I will be. It isn’t what you need.”
    Esther could barely even breathe, let alone speak, but this verbal dance was thrilling her beyond all comprehension. The assassin was far more than merely a hired knife. His mind was just as sharp as the blade embedded into his wrist, and he fascinated her. He seemed to intuitively sense everything she felt in a way no one before him was able to. “And what do you imagine I need, sir?”
    He laughed quietly as he let his rock hard cock spring free from his trousers without as much as an ounce of shame. “I know what you need. You want and need someone who can take you in hand, Esther, in every way. I am that man – but first, there is something else I must take in hand.”
    His thumb brushed across the pliant head of his cock, and despite herself Esther’s tongue darted out between parted lips. She wanted this dangerous man so very much that nothing else mattered any more, and to see the physical proof that he wanted her just as much thrilled her beyond all comprehension. She shivered in delight, and for a brief moment his dark eyes softened.
    “Do you see now what you are doing to me, Esther?”
    His low voice was utterly compelling. She could hear nothing but him, and she stared transfixed at his reddening face as he took another slow step closer. His fist closed around the shaft of his cock, and it slowly began to pump up and down as she let loose a low sigh, lost to the onslaught of lust that had so clearly consumed