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immediately but she was ready for him, landing another jab the moment he grabbed her, eliciting a muffled grunt but no loosening of his fingers.
    “Feisty as ever,” he mumbled, more amused than anything.
    All the fury she’d held in for the past few months culminated in that moment and she punched his face with all her might. She wasn’t sure if the satisfying crunch was her or him. She didn’t care. His grip loosened and she landed another blow, another. Then she flew into him, hitting him, kicking him. Oddly enough, he let her. Not allowing her to make contact with his face again or other vital parts, he accepted her blows to his chest with minimal resistance. Not once did he offer to retaliate, which only served to infuriate her all the more.
    “Fight me back, you bastard.”
    “I don’t want to hurt you, Monty.”
    Didn’t he know just seeing him hurt?
    “Besides, Kincaid wouldn’t like it if I left his bought and paid for mistress banged up.” He grinned. “Well, you know what I mean.”
    “Go to hell.” Surprising both herself and him, her palm made contact with his cheek, the sound echoing around the room.
    His eyes glittered. “You’re going to pay for that.”
    In that moment, she knew she’d pushed him too far, that he no longer cared if he hurt her or not. She struggled to free herself, but he was too strong and not even years of defensive training could set her free. When his mouth covered hers, she had to ask herself just how whole-heartedly she’d tried. Had she known if she pushed him far enough that he’d kiss her?
    Still, she struggled, twisting and turning but he held her to him, imprisoning her in the strength of his arms.
    “Keep it up, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m enjoying your efforts.”
    Yes, he was. Her squirming naked body had his jeans ready to pop open from the strain of the long, hard cock digging into her belly.
    Sexual need shimmied up her spine, leaving her legs wobbly, making her lean into him, powerless to resist.
    Sensing the change, Ian’s grip relaxed, his palms now caressing over her wrists, her arms, her shoulders.
    His lips covered her mouth, her face, her throat, trailing kisses in its path. “You taste so unbelievably good.”
    “Mmmm,” she mumbled, latching onto the muscular cord at his neck, nipping into the flesh for a taste of her own.
    His hands found her breasts, palmed them as if they were the most amazing things he’d ever felt, as if they were made for his hands.
    “Yes,” she cried when he bent, took her nipple between his teeth and sucked like a starving babe.
    She was starving. Starving for this man, for his touch.
    For months she’d been telling herself she’d pushed him from her heart, but with one touch she was under his spell just as much as she’d ever been.
    He gave equal attention to her other breast, down her belly, lower, gliding his tongue over her heavy labia, flicking between them and gyrating over the nub of her existence.
    “Ian.” Her fingers laced into his hair, gripping the thick strands between her fingers as she bucked against his mouth.
    “Tell me,” he encouraged, plunging a finger into her moist folds while his tongue continued its magic. “Tell me what you want, Monty, and I’ll give it to you.”
    You, she wanted to cry. She wanted him.
    She bit her lower lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing she still needed him. That despite everything he held so much power over her. That she was mere putty in his clever hands.
    He slipped a second finger into her, moved his hand in a rhythm meant to steal a woman’s inhibitions and leave her a wanton puppet at her master’s will. “Tell me.”
    Could his hoarsely whispered words be more seductive?
    Her tongue bore the brunt of her pride, and she tasted the metallic twang of her own blood. Which amazed her as she’d swear every drop pooled between her legs, heating, building in intensity and would boil any second.
    Then the heated waves