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wasn’t hurting her. Angelica tried to pull away from him but it was futile.
    “Thirty minutes,” he insisted. His eyes were black as coal, burning into Angelica with an intensity that seemed to make her wilt, “and then I will have Edward drive you anywhere in the city you want to go.”
    She glared up at him; he was so broad, so muscled. His size and strength was intimidating and her voice became suddenly timid.
    “You won’t hurt me?”
    “No.”
    “You promise?”
    “I swear it,” Lucien said.
    Angelica nodded with slow caution. “Okay,” she said. “What do I have to do?”
    Lucien smiled. It spread shining and brilliant and winning across his face. “Get on the bed and close your eyes.”
     
    * * *
     
    Lucien arranged Angelica so she was laying across the big bed with her hips near the edge of the mattress and her knees bent. She was still wearing his shirt. He sat on the bed beside her and pulled the tails of the shirt up above her waist, exposing her lower body and the pouting lips of her sex.
    “Close your eyes,” he said. “And trust me.”
    Angelica looked at him, searching his face for threat and saw none. She sighed, a long slow calming breath, and did as he instructed.
    “Now part your thighs.”
    Angelica’s legs fell open.
    “Relax,” Lucien soothed. Her hands were clenched into tiny fists at her side and he could see the pulse of a vein near her temple. He touched the place with his fingertips, and then stroked her hair as though he were calming an anxious animal on the verge of flight.
    Slowly – very slowly – Lucien traced the shape of her eyebrows with the touch of his fingers, drawing them lightly across Angelica’s forehead.
    “What I am about to show you is called the Devil’s Touch,” Lucien explained. “But for you to enjoy the experience you must be completely relaxed.” His voice stayed soft and soothing. He drew a fingertip across her lips and down past her chin to her throat.
    “I discovered the Devil’s Touch from an old man I met in Hong Kong,” Lucien said. “He was English, and we met in a bar one night. He was middle-aged, balding with a big belly and a beefy face, and after a long night of drinking he showed me photos of the women he had pleasured. There were a lot. I asked him what his secret was, and he explained how to perform the Devil’s Touch.”
    As Lucien talked, he paid attention to Angelica’s breathing, noting the relaxed rise and fall of her breasts through the fabric of his shirt.
    “I thought it was all fantasy,” Lucien smiled to himself, remembering the night, “until I got back to the States and tried the things he told me.” There was a smile in his voice now. “In Hong Kong, the man who shared this technique also warned me. He looked me in the eye, swaying on his stool and he said; ‘Be careful, laddie. The Devil’s Touch will sexually enslave any woman you use it on – so only use it on the pretty ones!’”
    As he had relayed the story, Lucien had begun to gently ease himself off the bed. He ran his hands along the inside of Angelica’s thighs and then slowly crouched beside the edge of the bed, between her legs.
    Angelica lay completely still, concentrating on her breathing to allay her apprehension. She felt Lucien’s weight move off the bed and then a moment later his hot breath was gusting across the warm insides of her thighs. She had an image of Lucien Lance in a seedy Hong Kong bar, the air thick with smoke, as pretty Asian girls giggled and fluttered around him like butterflies.
    Then one of Lucien’s long fingers grazed across the swollen nub at her core and her breath seized in her throat so suddenly, so shockingly, that she gasped out loud.
    Angelica screwed her eyes tightly shut and dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands. Now, all of her attention telescoped to the sensations beginning to spread from low down in her body.
    It began with light caresses, seemingly random to Angelica, but each touch was