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now. Let me see where I can take you tonight.”
    As if in a daze, Courtney rested over his long, muscular thighs. Her clit ached, begging for the touch of this stranger who had uncovered her innermost secret. A tear fell as she felt him slowly skim the covering from her pale, hot flesh.
    “You have a beautiful bottom end. Perfect to punish, perfect to make love to. What would you have me do, Courtney?” he asked, his voice sinister, yet with a hint of warmness when he said her name. It rolled over his tongue with an intimacy that left her feeling as though she had known him for a lifetime. That voice stripped from her the ability to regain control or to demand her release. When she did not respond, Marcas began to stroke her quivering globes, striking each one sharply to hear her whimper.
    “Would you have me continue?” he asked, his hand resting at the crevice between her thighs, his long fingers a hairs-breadth from her beckoning slit. “Tell me what you want. Do not let your fear deprive you of the truth.”
    “I don’t know you well enough to let you do this,” Courtney forced out, feeling shame as her body screamed with lust.
    “You know me as well as you know yourself, Courtney Wells. I am your fantasy, as you are mine. Deny it and I will stop and never touch you again,” Marcas said, slowly dipping his finger into her steaming juices and feeling her muscles contract around it.
    “We are total strangers…” she gasped as he began to stroke her clit knowingly. It was as though he knew exactly how and when to touch her, and render her helpless.
    “We are destined for each other,” Marcas stated, pulling his hand away and raising it high in the air. With a resounding clap, it fell harshly upon her upturned bottom. Once, twice, three times, the punishing blows fell, leaving crimson welts from his fingers. His hand returned to her swollen clit and Courtney groaned, pressing herself against him.
    “What are you doing to me? You are stealing my will.”
    “I steal nothing. You are relinquishing it. How long have you wanted this, Courtney?” Marcas asked, spanking her again before sliding his hand between her legs. “Tell the truth. How long have you been searching for me?”
    “I never… looked… oh my God…” Courtney moaned as his fingers brought her to the edge of her sanity. “I don’t want…”
    Her words were cut off by her cry of ecstasy. The orgasm rocked her body with such intensity that she could not breathe, think, or move. The shudder touched every nerve and raised her to a place of pure euphoria that she felt separated from her own body. She floated in her joy, hearing Marcas’ low voice slowly bring her back down to reality.
    “You don’t want?” he asked, his hands caressing her back and thighs. “Are you certain of that?”
    “What have you done to me?” Courtney gasped, still clinging to his hard calf, not yet able to release him as his warm hand fondled her.
    “I have brought you to me. We are destined.”
    Courtney remembered nothing else as she sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Marcas smiled gently down at Sebastian as he carried him into the car for their trip. The old man touched the baron’s face, pleased to see that the rising sun did not cause him pain.
    “You almost made a mistake the other night, my son. You cannot take her against her will.”
    “She was not really protesting. She relinquished her body to me.”
    “Yes, but she must give you her heart as well. You cannot claim her before she claims you. All of you.” Sebastian grimaced as he sat against the pillows laid out for him in the backseat. “She must find peace with just the two of you by day, and find comfort and passion with three of you by night. She cannot do so until her heart is won. You cannot demand the gift of unconditional love.”
    “Yes, I understand. But to control my need for her… is… difficult. One side envies the other.”
    “My dear Marcas, the