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from him so fast, she stumbled and landed on her ass on the bedding.
    He sneered at her in disgust. “Thanks for reminding me who you are and what you did. I should never have touched you.”
    She gaped at him, shock clear in her expression.
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Fuck that! You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
    “If you shouldn’t have touched me, why the hell did you?”
    He could see the anger spark to life in her eyes as she pushed herself up, getting to her feet and standing straight and proud, either unaware or not caring that she was naked. In his mind, though, he could hear the bitch moaning as she raped him in that tiny cell. He could hear her moans intensify as she got close to climax.
    Colt felt the bile rise in his throat. He had to get out of there. “Get dressed. You have a wedding to go to.”
    He turned and left the room, slamming the door on his way out.
    “What wedding?”
    He had heard her yell after him through the closed door. A slow smile of satisfaction curled his lips. She’d just have to wait and see, now wouldn’t she?
     
    * * * *
     
    Angelica didn’t know if she should laugh, cry, or kill someone. She was leaning towards the last one on the list, and Colt would make a great subject for eternacide.
    He'd walked into her room, and when she'd seen him, she'd nearly lost it. If he was rugged before, he was downright divine with his beard shaved and the lines of his features fully visible.
    Gah, don't get sidetracked by how hot he is.
    She snatched the first piece of clothing she could find. It was a long white dress. She held it up and peered at it. It was simple in cut, with long sleeves that belled out at the wrist.
    Are these people serious? They live in one of the coldest parts of the world and they give me a frigging dress to wear? I’m going to die of exposure.
    She pulled the dress on over her head and shivered, then grabbed the rest of the clothes that she'd been given.
    The distraction lasted only as long as it took her to put her clothes on. Then she was back to fuming about Colt and what he’d done.
    He gave you pleasure.
    “He pushed me flat on my ass,” Angelica told her inner voice.
    Her inner voice had a point. Gods, when he’d pulled her against him and she’d felt that hardness, she’d all but melted for him.
    When he’d kissed her, she’d been shocked at first, then…wow! She never thought a simple kiss could be so good, making her blood so hot, never wanting Colt to stop.
    She felt a blush heated her cheeks as she remembered the rest of it. His finger sliding down her wet warmth, and by then, she’d been so wet and ready, she would have let him take her right there, right on the floor, and she would have been a willing participant in all that pleasure.
    She’d just worked up the courage to reach out for all that steel hardness he was grinding into her when he’d shoved her, pushing her away as a toy he could throw away at will.
    “He doesn’t want you, Angelica. He wants to play with you, torture you.” Michael’s voice appeared by the fireplace.
    Angelica gasped. “How long have you been here?”
    “You take my honor into question, ma’am.” He sounded affronted.
    She wasn’t going to take that at face value. “How long have you been here, Michael?” 
    “I didn’t see anything…untoward,” he hedged.
    “Why don’t I believe you?”
    “Why would you doubt me? Have I done anything unkind to you, ma’am?”
    His form flickered, vanishing, then reappearing as if there were a glitch in her eyes, as if she’d blinked him gone, blinked, and he was back again. He moved close to her.
    “Have I shoved you, or treated you with dishonor?” 
    “Well…” Angelica thought about it, and he was right. He’d never been nasty or cruel to her. Something that Colt did every time they had an encounter.
    “No.”
    “Very well,” he said in his smooth accent. “Trust me, then, Angelica, when I tell you that man means to make you