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against hers? Give her pleasure, instead of torturing her mind with the past she could do nothing to change?
"Remember that day, before our world came to an end?"
The unwanted memories resurfaced. Darkness, dappled with brilliant sunshine, rose over her, holding her in a suffocating grip.
The afternoon they had returned from the lake, they had arrived at his house, more like a mansion with more bedrooms and bathrooms than she could count. She had gone upstairs to wash up and when she had returned, she had found Michael in his father's study. To her revulsion, blood dripped from the butcher's knife he gripped tightly in one hand. His eyes were glazed over with horror and grief. His father lay dead on the Persian carpet. She had run for her life, disbelieving what she had seen, terrified he would come after her and kill her too for witnessing the aftermath of the brutal crime.
"You wanted me to tie your wrists together and make love to you. Do you remember?"
Against her will, she remembered. A blush heated her cheeks.
Michael burst into laughter. “Have you changed your adventurous bedroom tastes, sweetheart? Would you dream of asking Brad to do those kinds of things now?” Abruptly, he turned serious. “I think I know what you would say. As long as that lover wasn't me?” He sounded angry.
"Prison doesn't improve men. I would never go back to having a man, any man, do wild, crazy things to me.” Like tie her up and spread her legs apart so he could taste her. “I've changed. I don't do that kind of thing anymore."
Michael frowned. “You don't? Why does your pulse increase when I tell you I want to do these things?"
She glanced away, realising his palm rested against her wrist where he could feel her heart thrum through her veins. Swallowing hard, she murmured, “I'm not one of those women who says no but means yes."
"You need to come to terms with your dishonesty."
"I'm telling you the truth,” she retorted. All she wanted was a man to hold her, to love her until the night turned into day—as James had once, long ago.
He pursed his lips. “When I was in prison, I would spend all day on my bunk thinking about you in your skimpy bathing suit, the rise of your breasts, the swell of your hips and how that scrap of material did little to cover your thick bush. Is it still thick like that or do you shave for that loser?"
Nicole spluttered with outrage. “It's none of your goddamn business what I do with my body."
"I'm making it my business, sweetheart. As your husband, I want to know what you do every minute of your waking day. It's my right to know."
If her hands had been free, she would have choked the life out of him. “You're a pig! And don't think for one second I'll marry you."
Once again he kissed her cheek, darting his tongue out to lick the soft skin. “I loved it when you didn't shave around your pussy, when those dark hairs peeked out from your crotch. Now, you've curved out too. My dreams are about to come true. I want to see you naked, bared for my pleasure.” He grinned.
"Don't you dare touch me."
"I already am, and it only takes a second to get rid of that dress."
Nicole squirmed under his piercing gaze. She didn't want him to witness how vulnerable she was. Stripping her would bare not only her body but her soul. She couldn't let him see how his presence affected her. Heat roared through her veins and into her ears. She had always wanted James’ hands all over her, his eyes fixed on her breasts, or her pussy, although he had once liked her ass too.
"Don't lie to yourself, Nicole.” He drew back to gaze into her face. “Every morning when I awoke on that hard cot in that bare cell, I could smell the lemon fragrance in your hair, taste the tangy cinnamon on your lips. I yearned for only one thing. To get out and hold you against my chest and hear you say you love me."
"You're crazy if you think that will happen any time soon!” She tugged on her imprisoned hands, wishing she could
"Remember that day, before our world came to an end?"
The unwanted memories resurfaced. Darkness, dappled with brilliant sunshine, rose over her, holding her in a suffocating grip.
The afternoon they had returned from the lake, they had arrived at his house, more like a mansion with more bedrooms and bathrooms than she could count. She had gone upstairs to wash up and when she had returned, she had found Michael in his father's study. To her revulsion, blood dripped from the butcher's knife he gripped tightly in one hand. His eyes were glazed over with horror and grief. His father lay dead on the Persian carpet. She had run for her life, disbelieving what she had seen, terrified he would come after her and kill her too for witnessing the aftermath of the brutal crime.
"You wanted me to tie your wrists together and make love to you. Do you remember?"
Against her will, she remembered. A blush heated her cheeks.
Michael burst into laughter. “Have you changed your adventurous bedroom tastes, sweetheart? Would you dream of asking Brad to do those kinds of things now?” Abruptly, he turned serious. “I think I know what you would say. As long as that lover wasn't me?” He sounded angry.
"Prison doesn't improve men. I would never go back to having a man, any man, do wild, crazy things to me.” Like tie her up and spread her legs apart so he could taste her. “I've changed. I don't do that kind of thing anymore."
Michael frowned. “You don't? Why does your pulse increase when I tell you I want to do these things?"
She glanced away, realising his palm rested against her wrist where he could feel her heart thrum through her veins. Swallowing hard, she murmured, “I'm not one of those women who says no but means yes."
"You need to come to terms with your dishonesty."
"I'm telling you the truth,” she retorted. All she wanted was a man to hold her, to love her until the night turned into day—as James had once, long ago.
He pursed his lips. “When I was in prison, I would spend all day on my bunk thinking about you in your skimpy bathing suit, the rise of your breasts, the swell of your hips and how that scrap of material did little to cover your thick bush. Is it still thick like that or do you shave for that loser?"
Nicole spluttered with outrage. “It's none of your goddamn business what I do with my body."
"I'm making it my business, sweetheart. As your husband, I want to know what you do every minute of your waking day. It's my right to know."
If her hands had been free, she would have choked the life out of him. “You're a pig! And don't think for one second I'll marry you."
Once again he kissed her cheek, darting his tongue out to lick the soft skin. “I loved it when you didn't shave around your pussy, when those dark hairs peeked out from your crotch. Now, you've curved out too. My dreams are about to come true. I want to see you naked, bared for my pleasure.” He grinned.
"Don't you dare touch me."
"I already am, and it only takes a second to get rid of that dress."
Nicole squirmed under his piercing gaze. She didn't want him to witness how vulnerable she was. Stripping her would bare not only her body but her soul. She couldn't let him see how his presence affected her. Heat roared through her veins and into her ears. She had always wanted James’ hands all over her, his eyes fixed on her breasts, or her pussy, although he had once liked her ass too.
"Don't lie to yourself, Nicole.” He drew back to gaze into her face. “Every morning when I awoke on that hard cot in that bare cell, I could smell the lemon fragrance in your hair, taste the tangy cinnamon on your lips. I yearned for only one thing. To get out and hold you against my chest and hear you say you love me."
"You're crazy if you think that will happen any time soon!” She tugged on her imprisoned hands, wishing she could
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