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It had to be the taste of his kiss, she thought She was craving it It was killing her, the need for that kiss And he kept forcing it on her, as though she actually wanted his kiss now

She paced the bedroom of the cabin she was locked in, dressed in the soft cotton pants and T-shirt Sharone had brought her earlier

She had begged Sharone to help her escape She had it all worked out All she had to do was get to a town and contact the e They would contact her father, and she could go hoado ever existed

And Sharone had been going for it Anya had seen it in her eyes until Del-Rey had stepped into the room, furious, and pulled Sharone from it

Now she was alone Alone to think, to worry God, her father was lying in the snow bleeding, her cousins with him Her cousins had faood in Russia right now; the economy eak all over They would lose their homes They would be in the cold Her father

She sniffed Who would bring hi to manipulate the Council scientists and ?

The tears were flowing froain She should have more control than this Her father had berated her for her loss of control But that was so he did She had red hair, he told her often, like herher te it did

She couldn’t control her emotions now She hadn’t been able to since those shots had been fired Since Del-Rey had kissed her Since her world had exploded around her Since so had exploded within her

She pressed her hands into her stomach Her abdomen rippled and she could feel the pulse of dahs Her nipples were so sensitive the rasp of the T-shirt was torture Her clitoris was engorged and aching Even when she had touched herself, she had never been this aroused

What had he done to her? He had to have done so to her There was no other explanation

She paced the rooe and then she would cry She reviled Del-Rey Delgado “Of the king” her ass There was nothing kingly about that bastard

“What did you do toup one of the few objects still in the bedroo it at the door

It didn’t shatter It hit the door with a resounding bang and then fell to the carpet as she collapsed on the end of the bed, curling into herself, h her

Her eyes closed, and she swore she tasted his kiss, felt his hands on her flesh One touch, she told herself She could allow one touch, just to still the deh her body Maybe one more kiss

“No!” she gritted out between her teeth Not even one touch One touch would lead to another and she would be begging God help her if he ever kissed her She wouldn’t survive it