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hand down, gently inserting a finger into her pussy. Avin reactively thrust toward him before she could stop herself, but Xander did not grant her the further penetration her body craved. She was whimpering now, and writhing on his fingertip in frustration.
    “Who does this belong to?” He wriggled the very tip of that finger, teasing her with the promise of more. He grazed her protruding clit with his thumb—the brush sending a shudder through a body already hanging on the edge. When he looked into her dilated eyes, he could see passion sapping her resolve to resist. “Who?” he said again.
    The word escaped with a sob. “You…”
    It should have been enough. And would have been under the circumstances.
    “Answer me properly!” The command was stern. She flinched, and her body filled with tension that held for a moment before she softened in defeat.
    “You… my… my king.” She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she answered, squeezed the finger that rewarded her obedience even tighter as Xander thrust it deeper inside her. She soaked the invading digit, so he inserted another, filling her. She was thrusting against his hand, crying out. He had to place his other hand on the wall and lean into it, controlling his desire to spend as she finally took her release on his hand. At the final moment, he pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris. She clenched his fingers harder than he could have ever imagined, and it was now the king who felt the punishing need she’d experienced.
    I could bury myself within her , he thought. I am her king, and she is my slave. There is nothing she could do to stop me.
    But Xander knew if he did, he’d hate himself far more than she had ever hated him. He would not rape the woman he loved. When she gave herself to him, it would be in full obedience, and from something deeper than just desire alone.
    He withdrew his fingers slowly. She was nearly limp in the manacles, the muscles of her white arms straining. Wrapping a strong arm around her waist, Xander supported Avin tenderly while he undid first one and then the other. She took a step, then went limp. He caught her easily and carried her to the bed. There was a washbasin to the side. He found a cloth, soaked it in the cool water, and dabbed it on the welts.
    She was looking at him, her face expressionless. He looked away.
    “Will you keep me as a plaything afterwards?” Xander turned back at the sound of her voice. “After you’ve marched me out on your coronation day, after the people of Windbourne have had a chance to mock your chained pet?”
    Xander ignored the bait. “How quickly you go back to repairing the wall between us, Avin. And how foolishly, when you know I will just tear it down again.”
    “It’s just an outer wall that guards my body,” she said. “The inner wall is higher. And it guards a frozen heart.”
    He concentrated on her lips as she spoke. The lower one trembled. He wanted to cover those lips with his mouth, silence the words.
    “I waited for you, you know,” she said.
    “What?” he asked.
    She looked at him. “I was sure you’d return for me. So sure. Even after my father locked me in this very room the night he ordered the attack. I beat on that door until my hands were bruised, begging for him to let me get word to you—word that I had nothing to do with what happened.”
    Xander shook his head, not wanting to believe.
    “Oh, yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I screamed and I begged, but he’d ordered me locked away until you and your men were defeated. And when he let me out and I collapsed at his feet to ask him why— why —he would separate me from my love, do you know what he said?”
    Xander listened, unable to reply, or even shake his head amid the wave of sickness he felt at her words.
    “He said it no longer mattered, that you were not my love. That you hated me. And when he died a few days later, what else could I do but to assume the throne? I had