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looked down at his hand as he cupped one breast,
lightly massaging it.
    It was disconcerting enough to
discover her breast looked like an apple on a turkey platter next
to his hand that she glanced at his face. Sensing the movement, he
lifted his head and met her gaze again. There was no amusement or
distain that her breast looked so woefully small compared to the
size of his hand. On the contrary, his face had grown taut, his
eyes dark and glittering with the need his erection gave ample
testimony to.
    He lifted his hand from her breast to
cup the side of her face, tightening the arm he had around her
shoulders at the same time to draw her closer even as he tilted his
head toward her and matched his lips to hers. He sucked lightly at
her lips, with a slow relish that belied his display of ruthless
aggression before even while it set her heart to pounding like a
trip-hammer.
    He didn’t deepen the kiss. Instead,
after teasing her with his lips until she’d begun to feel a sense
of desperation for more, he lifted his lips from hers and traced
the bridge of her nose to her forehead. His hands tightened on her
almost convulsively for a moment. She heard him swallow and then
his grip on her eased. “Go to bed, Emerald,” he murmured against
her hair.
    She lifted her head and stared at him
dizzily, uncomprehendingly.
    “ Now!” he growled. “Before
I do something I’ll regret.”
    She bounded up from his lap and
retreated to the bed, almost tripping on the sheet she was dragging
in her rush. Embarrassment and anger had joined her confusion and
the fear that set her into flight by the time she clambered onto
the bed. She settled on the bed as close to the far wall as she
could get, but the desire to curl in upon herself was stronger than
the prompting of wounded pride to display her resentment by showing
him her back and her indifference.
    The problem was that she
wasn’t indifferent. She drew her knees up to her chest, curling
into a tight ball, and tried to convince herself that it didn’t
bother her that he’d apparently decided he didn’t want her after
all. It wasn’t as if she’d wanted him to paw her! She certainly hadn’t volunteered for
breeding—as if she was a fucking barnyard animal!
    There was nothing wrong with her damned
breasts, either! Could she help it if she had perfectly average
breasts and his hands were like—pie plates? No! They’d have to be
the size of fucking bowling balls, or her head, to fill a hand that
size! And who wanted that kind of aggravation?
    Her throat closed with
emotion.
    She told herself that she was angry
and fearful.
    The last part wasn’t a
lie. As resentful as she’d been over the plans he had for her, she
couldn’t help but wonder—now that it seemed she didn’t have to
worry about that —what she did have to worry about. Would they use her for
experiments after all?
    He’d suggest that he would let Koryn
have her when he was done with her, she recalled, pushing aside the
resentment that had caused her at the time. Would he offer her to
Koryn now? And what if Koryn didn’t want her? What if none of them
did?
    Did she have any palatable
options?
    She hadn’t realized that it had almost
made her feel safe to think that Tariq wanted her, despite her
anger and resentment that they treated her as if she was chattel,
property to be used and disposed of at will. She knew it was stupid
to feel any sense of security about it all, and yet she had nothing
else to cling to. She didn’t even have that small source of comfort
now.
    What was she going to do?
    What could she do?
    She’d told herself that yielding was
the only sensible thing to do and yet she couldn’t even convince
herself that she’d merely tolerated his touch and hidden the
revulsion she should have felt.
    She had a bad feeling he knew just how
much his touch had affected her, too, and that shamed her more than
anything else.
    She’d almost worn herself out and
dropped to sleep by the time he joined her