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“You took a 1962 penny,” Dragos said. His teeth were gritted. “You left a 1975 penny. It’s no replacement.” She stared at him. “Oh my God, it’s scary you noticed that.”
“I know everything in my hoard and exactly where it is,” he told her. “Down to the smallest piece.” “You could go to a doctor, get checked out for OCD,” she panted. “There might be medication for that.”
“I’m just not right in the head,” she muttered. He said from under his arm, “I’ll pursue that comment later.”
“Your voice is too loud. Shut up,” he told her.
“Keep doing that with the cloth. It feels good.” He paused. “Please.”
“Good,” he said. “You should be very sorry. In the last two days, you have cost me an untold amount of manpower, tens of millions of dollars in property damage—”
“Hey. Let’s keep the record straight. I wasn’t the one who threw a hissy and hollered fit to wake the dead.”
He dug his fingers into her hair and lifted up the strands. “I want some of your hair.”
“I said I want some of your hair. Give me a lock and I’ll forgive you for breaking and entering.”
“I never said I was letting you go. I just said I’ll forgive you.”
He kept running his fingers through her hair.
“Stop it. I can’t keep my eyes open when you do that.” “So don’t.”
He liked how her voice got soft with drowsiness.
“Lie down,” he ordered. “I’ll make sure we leave on time. Go to sleep.” She collapsed on him like a house of cards.
“You’re not the boss of me.” “Sleep,” he told her.
No one was around to witness when he experimented with pressing his lips against her forehead. He decided he liked that too.
She stiffened and tried to push herself upright, but the heavy arms encircling her refused to let her go.
And her head was pinned. She gave a tug. He had wrapped her hair around one thick wrist.
Too groggy to keep her head up, she sank down again and rested her cheek on his pectoral. Mmm. Satin skin over iron.
He took his time sucking his way to the tip of her finger.
“Why? You wanted me in the dream. I wanted you. I have smelled your arousal since.
He licked her palm, a sensation that shot all the way down her body to t...
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For a moment his arms tightened on her as if he would refuse to let her go.
Dragos pressed his body to her back. He pressed his hands over hers, so much bigger and darker than the slender feminine ones that trembled underneath.
He lowered his cheek to the top of her head.
Damn him. Now he knew that saying “please” got to her, he was starting to say it.
She leaned her head back and he moved so that she rested in the hollow where his neck met his shoulder.
“You’re complicated. I am not bored.”
“I’m so happy I could entertain you, Your Majesty.”
She looked delicate and delicious and his groin tightened.
Dragos angled his head and watched her leave. He still didn’t like that image of her walking away.
Someday you will trust me.
You will not be afraid of me and you will tell me all your secrets. And ...
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He smiled. She didn’t realize he was still on the hunt. Good. It ...
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“That was my stuff! You had no right to look at it.” “Of course I did,” he said.
She threw one of the shopping bags at him.
“I bet you counted the money too!” she snapped. “Of course I did,”
“Scrawny!” Only he could think of calling a five foot ten, 140-pound woman scrawny. She threw the other shopping bag at him.
you give me back my car keys!” “Not happening,” he told her.
She launched at him and smacked him in the chest. “You bastard! You did not have any right to go through my things or—or steal my car!”
Then in a move that mimicked the one in the dream, he grabbed her arms, rolled her over his body and slammed her into the mattress. She squeaked.
“There is not another entity in the world who would dare to act that way with me.”
He held a stiffened finger under her nose and said, “No! I did not mean that as a threat.”
He laid a hand on her cheek. It was so long it almost covered the length of her head. “You’re mine,” he said. “You can deny it, argue, throw fits, try to run away. But. You’re. Still. Mine.”
I don’t belong to you or anyone else.” “Yes, you do,” he told her.
“You are mine and I will keep you. I will not hurt you and I will protect you.
“I am not a piece of property, damn it!” “But you are in my possession.”
“I think you are a lunatic.” “Since you are too, that works well enough.”
“You’re safe. I just want to taste you. No more.”
