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strands, her eyes like those of a small
animal caught in a trap. For a moment he couldn’t help wanting to take that
awful hunted look off her face. He felt a wild urge to reach out and comfort
her. What kind of an eejit was he? He scolded himself. She’d reject any such
advance with extreme hostility. He was the root of her terror. He had never had
a problem attracting the opposite sex so it must be that his male ego simply
couldn’t cope with her being so repulsed by him.
      Raking a hand through his hair he sighed. What a mess he was in.
He was as captive as she. Two beautiful women, one after the other, had put him
in an impossible situation. And was he any nearer to finding out the truth
about his sister? No. Damn the sex. They were nothing but trouble. Hadn’t he
learnt that a long time ago?
      Breaking into his frustrated musings, he heard her ask, “Why did
you think I could help you? What is it that you want?”
      It was only then that he realised he’d unconsciously moved to
sit on the bed next to her. He lifted his head to look at her. “I just want
answers,” he stated.
    “What about?”
    He didn’t
immediately respond, unsure how much to reveal.
     “You
asked about my father,” she prompted. “Is this about him?”
     He narrowed his
eyes and asked, “Do you really know your
father? He’s a powerful man, but is he a good man?”  
    “Yes, of
course he is,” she said.
      He stared hard at her. This wasn’t exactly a glowing endorsement.
“Is he capable of killing and abducting someone?”
    “ What, like you?”
    This both shamed and
infuriated him; his pupils dilated violently, eclipsing the colour of his irises.
He suddenly reached over and pushed her on to her back. She yelped in surprise
and stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. He raised his hand and she closed
her eyes in anticipation of the blow.
    The blow
never came. Before he even realised what he was doing he gripped her shoulder
instead and planted his mouth on hers, kissing her fiercely. When he felt her
struggling, he released her, breathing hard, his face almost as stunned as
hers. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d rejected a woman who wanted him
and was now forcing himself on his unwilling captive. He stood up quickly,
backing away and dragging a hand over his face as if to wipe away the devil
that had suddenly possessed him.
      Kate felt numb with shock and disbelief. She pressed a hand to
her burning lips, tears welling in her eyes. Hadn’t she known something like
this would happen? Hadn’t her desperate attempts to escape really been rooted
in this knowledge? He must have had sex with that other woman. She had clearly
been giving him the come on earlier. So why was he so obviously unable to
control his urges towards her? What if next time he hadn’t already been
satiated and he gave them full rein? She trembled.
      Sean sat on the adjacent bed and listened to her weeping. Shit,
he couldn’t stand it! Every part of him yearned to console her. But his
consolation would be her torment. He was fooling himself where she was
concerned; he knew that now, now after just one taste of her. He wanted her. It
wasn’t that her looks were particularly astonishing, he’d had his fair share of
beautiful women, it was her nature and spirit that
seemed to have cut through his defences. He couldn’t cope with having her
around any longer. The time to part ways was very definitely upon them.
      He almost didn’t trust himself to go near her again but they had
to get moving. He quickly approached her. Without fuss and in one motion he
released the handcuff from the bed and locked it firmly around his own wrist,
pulling her brusquely to her feet as he did.
    As she
came off the bed she staggered. He pulled her unsympathetically upright again,
ordering her to be quiet, and half walked, half hauled her to the bedroom door
and down the stairs.
      Outside it was freezing cold but clear. It was past dawn and the
winter sun