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night, preferred to leave his pants on when doing the nasty?  Not likely…  “Oh, you are goddamn kidding me.”  She pulled her head back to glare at him.  “Take them off.”
    His mouth twitched.  “Giving up, Kat?”
    “No, looking in one last place.”  She jerked her head.  “Take them off.”
    “I can make you scream just as loud with them on.”
    “I want my diamond.”  She tried to push him over, tiny hands against his broad chest.  Her nails raked his skin, leaving a trail of bloody red welts in their wake.
    “This will never do, sweetness,” he said calmly. 
    She was lifted off of him by unseen hands and flung onto the bed.  Before she could react, her hands were bound to the headboard above her, her feet to the footboard, leaving her splayed wide for his hungry, appreciative gaze. 
    “Asshole,” she snarled, blowing a strand of hair away from her eyes.
    “I told you this was how I liked it, Kat,” he said with a shrug.  The scratches she’d left on his torso only moments before were gone.  He winked at her and pulled off his jeans, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed; teasingly close, yet impossibly far.  “You should have known it was coming.”
    “Come near me and I’ll bite your ass,” she threatened.
    “Do you promise?”
    “Fuck you!”
    “That’s the plan, sweetness.  Do you know when I first decided I wanted you, Kaitlin?”  The warrior god stalked her steadily, confidently.  Hell, she was tied to a bed, she couldn’t go anywhere.  But he seemed to take great pleasure in letting her know just how completely she was at his mercy.  “Do you remember Prague, 1997?”
    She smirked.  She sure did.  She’d made three million dollars on that particular trip.  “I had no idea you were a fan.”
    “I’m not.”  He towered over her, tipped her face up to meet his gaze.  “The night after you stole the painting.  Do you remember that?”
    The smirk mutated into a scowl.  Yes, she remembered that, too.
    “How many of them were there?  Three?”
    “Four.” 
    “Three of them had guns.”
    She nodded.  She didn’t want to think about this at all.
    “You let the last one live.”
    Another nod.  She’d cut off his balls with her pocketknife, but she hadn’t killed him.  He was a nice, happy eunuch somewhere in Eastern Europe.
    “The rest you made suffer.”
    “Fuckers,” she spat before she could stop herself. 
    “Most definitely,” Ares agreed.  “You are a warrior, Kat.  You remind me of my daughters, who were always more than happy to show a man his place.”
    Daughters…  Her mind worked furiously, running through her knowledge of Greek mythology for what seemed like the millionth time that night.  “The Amazons.”
    He nodded and trailed two fingers down her cheek.  “So strong.  Never afraid of anything, not even me.”
    “Did you want to put them in cages, too?”
    His fingers dipped lower, tracing her collarbone, down her arm.  “Do you think a mortal man can appreciate who you truly are, Kat?”
    “Who am I?”
    “A warrior.”  He brushed his hand over her nipple and she shivered.
    “I sneak through the shadows, I don’t fight.”
    “Oh, but you do.  You fight everything, and you survive.  Those men in Prague, your mother.  You’re fire on the inside.  You’re the same as me.”
    “I’m mortal,” she countered.  Rather a big difference there. 
    “At the moment.”  He palmed one of her breasts, testing the weight in his hand.  Then he climbed onto the bed and straddled her, leaning forward to capture her lips before sliding lower, and then lower still , until his mouth was poised between her thighs.  He really didn’t waste any time on foreplay, Kat noted with a smile.  Neither did she.
    M inutes earlier, he’d been selfish in their encounter, but now he seemed hell-bent on her pleasure.  She shivered in anticipation; his breath was an inferno against her. 
    “Well?” she peered down at