Grabbing a handful of her long, dark hair, he took his mouth from hers, trailing his fingers down her neck, tracing the line of her breast. She stayed a moment more with her eyes closed, then realized the position she was in and the fact that he was obviously not under her control struck her. Ashen faced, she struggled to free herself. His smile faded, replaced by a mask like visage which had been known to intimidate even the hardiest of warriors. Rashima shrank away from him, terrified.
“Who do you work for, Rashima?” His hand gripped her brutally, fingers digging in, bruising her flesh.
“No one, I work for no one.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t lie well.”
His grip relaxed, his hands moved to…
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