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at his warm hand on hers, unable to form a response.
    “Put your hands up, over your head,” he instructed as he guided her back against the window. His hands were tight on her waist.
    Blushin g furiously, she obeyed, feeling confused and nervous. Something about his commanding presence and the way he spoke made it impossible to resist.
    He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and bound her wrists tightly together over her head, to the window latch above her. She still couldn’t believe he was doing this to her. The window was very cold against her back, making her shiver. He gave the cloth a tight yank to test its security.
    “Ow ,” she said, though it didn’t really hurt.
    “Yes, dear, this is not pretend. You may be in some real danger now. Are y ou sure this game is worth it?”
    “You can’t scare me,” she told him brazenly, suddenly sure that was his intention.
    “Can’t I?” He stared at her, unmasked hunger in his dark eyes. The dark beard stubble on his handsome face gave him a predatory look, like a pirate or a bandit of some sort. She caught her breath as he let his hands trail from her bound wrists down her arms, along her sides, until he held her waist with his strong hands, pulling her toward him.
    She was pinned tightly between himself and the window. She could feel the demanding insistence of his erection pressed against her. The coldness of the glass was a sharp contrast to the heat of his big body. He slowly lowered his mouth toward hers.
    “I wish you were still wearing those trousers,” he murmured, with his mouth a mere inch from hers. “I can’t sleep at night for thinking of the way your lovely little bottom looked in them.”
    At last his lips met hers, and she fell into his kiss as though she’d been waiting for it her entire life. Perhaps she had, because the fire that spread throughout her body was nothing she’d ever felt before. She writhed in his hold, anxious and frustrated, wanting to touch him.
    He deepened the kiss and moved in even closer, if such a thing was possible. His erection rubbed against her and made her shamefully wet between her legs. It made her crazy to not be able to act on the passion flaring within her. She tried to press against him, but as she did, he leaned away, creating a gap between them.
    He stopped and smiled at her. What a beautiful smile. What a bastard he w as. She let out a ragged breath. “You’re torturing me.”
    “Just looking at you tortures me. Your nipples are showing through your gown. And all that writhing around is making things worse. Can you imagine what seeing you helpless like this does to me?”
    He leaned in again, teasing her, with his mouth very close to her mouth. As she leaned forward to kiss him he moved back with a smirk on his beautiful face. “Maybe I haven’t lost my touch?”
    “Oh, you are going to get it, when I get out of here.” She writhed again, trying to free her ha nds, thinking about her revenge. One day she would beat him at his own game and then she’d have him tied and helpless before her, so that she could finally touch him the way she wanted to.
    “Promises , promises,” he whispered.
    He brought his hand to her breast, slowly brushing her nipple with the tip of one of his fingers. He gave her nipple a little pinch through the material of her dress. A wave of hot pleasure shot through her. “When I get free, you had better sleep with one eye open. There is going to be no end to my revenge.” 
    He laughed and gave her another long kiss.
    “ You scare me, Samantha.” She loved the sound of her name on his lips, like music, soft and low. “I want to take you right here and make love to you.”
    She closed her eyes, wanting him to do just that. She could imagine his powerful body on top of hers, thrusting deep inside of her.
    He backed away after taking one last kiss. “And so, I do believe it is time for me to end this, before I do something we will both regret.” To her surprise, he