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fingers. “Maybe it wasn’t all an act when you set out to seduce me for your freedom in Constanta.” His expression indicated he would grant no quarter, even if that were the case. He seemed determined to carry out his erotic revenge before returning her to Corsova.
    She refused to beg for mercy. Maybe she didn’t even want to escape what he planned to do to her. Was she depraved for longing for his touch, even knowing what he thought of her? Did it matter that he was touching her for all the wrong reasons, as long as it felt good?
    She closed her eyes when he cupped her breast in his hand, pressing his palm against the hard nipple. She arched her back, seeking more but he lifted his hand as she did so. Once again, the pressure was only minimal, making her writhe with need.
    Nikia opened her eyes in time to see him lowering his head. She moaned when he moved his hand from her breast to her stomach and his tongue darted out to swirl around her nipple. Her pussy convulsed when he suckled lightly, while tracing one of her ribs with his thumb.
    His tongue forged a wet path up her breast, across her chest and to the hollow of her throat. Atar paused to flick his tongue against the sensitive spot, causing her to bite down on the gag to keep from crying out. His mouth moved higher and his tongue traced the outside of her ear, pausing to suck the non-pierced lobe into his mouth. She whimpered at the sensations overtaking her. It seemed important to escape what he was doing—and what she wanted him to do. She couldn’t let him do this, could she? She wanted him to care about her if he made love to her. She couldn’t let him take her if he didn’t like or trust her. And he didn’t. There was no way he could after their first meeting and all that he must have heard about her. He refused to believe Illiana had possessed her, so that left him with the belief she had voluntarily committed all the evil acts of which she stood accused. How could he even want her, thinking she was like that?
    The answer was obvious. He didn’t really want her. He only wanted revenge for the way she had left him in Constanta. She might not be able to stop him but she refused to enjoy it.
    The gentle touch of his mouth against hers undid all her good intentions. Nikia’s lips softened against his and she hardly noticed the thin strip of cotton filling her mouth as he licked her upper lip.
    His gaze locked with hers and her eyes widened at the vulnerability she saw there.
    Atar brought a hand up to caress her cheek. He lifted his mouth from hers but his breath still whispered across her cheek. “You are a puzzle, Nikia. You have an air of innocence about you that enchants me but it makes no sense. I know what you’ve done. You should repulse me, and you do on many levels, but you also fascinate me.” He stood up, sighing. “I don’t like this attraction I feel for you. I don’t trust it either.”
    She struggled to speak, emitting several muffled sounds through the gag.
    He hesitated and then his hand moved from her cheek to the gag. “I probably shouldn’t remove this. I still don’t know how you got into my mind. If it was some power using your voice, I’m a fool to remove this precaution.” With a shake of his head, he pulled the gag from her mouth and left it around her neck.
    The unrehearsed words spilled from her in a rush. “Please help me. I can’t control her any longer. I need your help.”
    He lifted a brow. “What do you want from me?”
    She hesitated, torn between voicing what her body urged and what common sense insisted on. She licked her dry lips. “Please take me…” She trailed off, noting the way his eyes widened at her husky invitation. She wanted to let the words hang there, to see if he would act on them in a state of desire, rather than revenge but her mouth opened once more. “To Belarus. I need to go to a village near Minsk.”
    The heat that had flared in his eyes dimmed and Atar eyed her dispassionately.