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house, led his way back to Marla.
    “I have no intentions of leaving you.” He glanced around the room, noticing a sink, and grateful that it appeared to still be in working order.
    “What are you doing?” She sounded calmer, although he heard the worry in her voice. She didn’t trust him.
    “You’ve got that Bortan’s blood splattered all over you.” He opened cabinets, and pulled out several drawers until he found what he was looking for. “We can’t leave here with you looking like that.”
    “Fine. Untie me. I can clean up.”
    He made sure his laser was ready to fire, not convinced they would be left undisturbed for long. But for the moment they were alone, and he had every intention of taking advantage of that fact. He let water run over a washcloth before wringing it out. For too long he had waited for this moment. Blood surged to his cock, the pain unbearable. But he wasn’t a boy anymore. Trev knew how to restrain himself. No matter if his cock swelled with enough intensity to make it hard to think straight.
    “I’ve just saved you from a fate worse than death.” He watched her eyes widen when she noticed the dampened cloth in his hand. “I do believe I deserve the honors.”
    “You’re no better than the Bortan, Trev of Kopah.” She turned her head toward the wall, refusing to look at him.
    “Oh?” He had a feeling he would enjoy this. “I’m sure if I leave you here long enough, more Bortan will show up.”
    She turned her head fast enough that silky, long white strands of hair fell over her face. He’d never known hair to glide over his fingers like hers did. She glared at him, anger turning her elegant cheekbones crimson, while he moved her hair away from her face.
    “Don’t you dare leave me tied up like this.”
    He couldn’t keep from smiling. She knew damned well he wouldn’t leave her.
    She shivered when he ran the wet cloth over her arm, washing the blood splatters from her skin.
    “Your tattoos are incredible.” He knew his lust came through in the huskiness of his voice, but watching her nipples harden into light brown pebbles made his cock burn with need. She didn’t answer. He forced his attention to her face, running the cloth over her thin neck, under her strong jawline. Her eyes remained shut, those long lashes spreading elegantly over her flushed cheeks.
    This was harder to do than he thought. His cock bulged against his pants, while blood rushed through him, raising his body temperature. He was almost dizzy from the incredible urge to fuck that seized him. He needed fresh air. He needed Marla.
    And she seemed to have tuned him out, keeping her eyes closed, her hands relaxed against the bindings that held her. Her nipples puckered invitingly, driving him mad. He wanted to believe that was a telltale sign that his touch aroused her, but couldn’t deny the moisture of the cloth might simply be making her cold. That thought didn’t sit well with him. Marla had to know he cared about her. He’d dreamed of her too many nights since his youth. Her beauty, her strength, her ability to keep her dignity tied like a slave, every bit of her appealed to him.
    “Am I so repulsive?” He grabbed a fresh cloth, making sure the water was warmer this time.
    No woman had ever denied him before. Most of them begged for his attention. Yet none of them had ever really captured his attention. Not like Marla did. Her refusal to react to his attention burned through him like a fever leaving a foul taste. It was unacceptable. She had to see his craving for her, know he wished to cherish her. And she would admit it.
    She swallowed, sucked in her lower lip, but her eyes remained closed, and she kept quiet.
    This time he took the cloth, almost hot from the water, and rubbed her tummy. She gasped, making his brain boil, heat surging through him. His hands shook in his effort to control himself. If he wasn’t careful, he would make a fool out of himself, coming in his pants.
    Her tummy and