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letters when she could tell him to his face? Anin answered her own question as she read on. The letters here weren’t from Lita to Nu, but from Lita to her lover, Ivar.
    Saddened to think of Nu with a woman who couldn’t appreciate him, Anin was drawn to discover more, to learn as much as she could about Nu’s tragic past in hopes that she could heal him, as Set wished.
    But all she read showed Lita as nothing more than a spoiled bitch. With hateful words, she made fun of Nu at every turn. Nothing he did was good enough. Lita attributed any act of kindness on his part to bribery, forcing her to endure his ‘sexual battery’. She’d convinced Ivar to help her kill Nu, for stars sake!
    Anin thought it lucky for Lita she was dead, else she’d be forced to take action. Never had Anin felt such violent tendencies, even against the bastards who’d held her in Blue Rim. But this dead woman stirred anger, hate, and a need to visit justice upon her sorry person.
    Caught in her emotions, Anin slowly replaced the box, wondering if Lita was the reason Nu seemed so closed off all the time, or if he’d been like that prior to his marriage. Did Set know the extent of the woman’s perfidy? She’d bet he didn’t. And why did Nu still keep such ugliness? Surely he couldn’t harbour love for that woman after all she’d done and after so many years. Could he?
    She dragged her hand down to the tab which would hide his secret panel when a large hand caught hers.
    “Well, well. Trespassing, Anin?” Nu glared at her with fire in his eyes. She looked past him to see Set grinning. He gave her a thumbs-up and closed Nu’s door, sealing her and Nu alone together.
    Though she appreciated Set’s agenda, she didn’t think this was the time to throw her to Nu. He seemed really angry as he clamped down on her wrist.
    “I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I was trying to look at your clothes when—”
    “My clothes, hmm?” Nu dragged her away from the armoire after looking at it carefully. “Did you like my collection?”
    “Ah, that was unexpected.” She blushed, she couldn’t help it.
    Nu’s stance changed. Subtly, but she sensed it. He went from angered to aroused in a split second.
    “Do you like my toys?” he asked in a silky voice. He threaded his hands through hers and pulled her with him to his bed.
    “I’m sorry to intrude.” She tugged her hands and couldn’t move. Like lightning, arousal flared. She bit her lip to hide a moan. Stars, she loved his strength. So powerful, able to conquer her if he so chose. “I just wanted to help.”
    “Oh, you’ll help.” He turned her in his arms and shoved her back onto his bed. “You look beautiful in that feshwa .” At her confusion, he explained. “That outfit you’re wearing. It’s Ragga. And it suits you.” He licked his lips and focused on her breasts. “It’s built for comfort. The heat won’t bother you, but the fabric will protect you from the sand and the sun’s rays.” He lowered a hand to her belly, the heat in his touch making her gasp.
    His palm looked dark against her skin. Excitement pulsed in the pink and golden sparks lighting her skin.
    “You’re so pretty, even when you’re bad,” he breathed and inched his hand higher. “The feshwa lets your skin breathe, and it allows for easy access, if one were so inclined.”
    He palmed a breast and squeezed. She moaned, arching into his touch.
    “That’s it.” He pushed her shirt up to bare both breasts. Leaning down, he took one nipple in his mouth and bit hard.
    She gasped, and he soothed the sting, sucking her into a near-orgasm.
    “So sensitive,” he said with a chuckle. He alternated his touch, sucking on one nipple while he tormented the other with his rough palm. “Tell me, Anin. What else did you see in my closet?”
    She could barely function, lost in a blaze of lust. She ached, so wet for Nu as he tortured her slowly.
    “Tell me, meena . Tell your master what you were really looking