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reached for the  shoulder straps, drawing them swiftly down  until the  whole dress dropped in a red  heap at her feet.
    She suddenly stood naked before him, wearing only  the colorful wrist and ankle bracelets he’d given her. Her skin  prickled with the shocking sense  of being put bluntly  on display. She was torn between desperately wanting to cover herself and brazenly  wanting him to see her. He drew back to look  his fill,  his eyes like flames, burning her skin.
    “As lovely as I imagined,” he said, but his  voice was void of emotion, leaving her as  uncertain as she’d felt since discovering his  rancor toward her. “And now, your hair,  wanton.”
    She swallowed nervously. She’d  wanted it down so badly for so long, yet now, as he stepped behind her to unbraid it, his fingers in her tresses felt ominous.
    “You showed me your unbound hair on our first meeting,” he purred near her ear.  “Do you remember?”
    She merely nodded, feeling her nudity—and fearing the loss of her braid would somehow add to it, making her even more vulnerable.
    “This time it will   stay   down,” he said firmly, reminding her that after tonight, noone need ever think  her a virgin again.
    Once it had been freed, Ralen turned her to  face him, then lifted his hands to fan his
    large fingers through her hair, spreading it  across her shoulders. “Yes,” he  said. “No
    one will be fooled into thinking you innocent any longer.”
    Taking her  hand, he led her to the padded  table with the chains. She drew in her breath, wondering what awaited her—but even in fear, her pussy began to warm with a strange, indecipherable longing.
    How could she want whatever tortures her barbarian husband would dish out to
    her? How could she desire him even now? Perhaps it was the dark mane of  hair, or the  eyes that seemed to match. Perhaps it was the raw virility that  hung about him. Or maybe, maybe…it was even the   danger .
    She’d seen it instantly on the  night they’d met, had somehow instinctively known  he was a dangerous man, and she’d wanted him   because   of it. It almost frightened her to  think she wanted that even now—his danger,  his punishment, whatever he had to give.  But the truth was…she did. She wanted Ralen of Charelton, her  beast husband. She wanted him however  she could have him.
    “Lie down,” he told her, his voice as dark as the rest of him.

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    Her nipples  beaded under his scrutiny as she climbed  up on the table, her pussy as hungry as ever. A glance down reminded her  it was as bare as the day she’d been born,and—dear Ares—the soft skin was parted of  its own accord, revealing the pink flesh inside. She’d been yearning for him for two long years, and it would seem it took more than a little  fear to squelch such deep-seated want.
    As she lay  back on the soft leather, Ralen instructed her, “Raise your arms above your head.”
    She did as she was told, unflinchingly. Shaena had told  her to obey, so she didn’teven think about protesting. Even  when she  heard two firm clicks and looked  back over her shoulder to see that the chains had been  attached to her jeweled bracelets. Which, she suddenly understood, weren’t really bracelets in the traditional sense at all. He’d given her gifts to aid him in chaining her up.
    Her heart seemed to sink to her stomach and it was difficult to breathe.
    Chaining her. He was chaining her to the table.
    All desire fled and her next impulse was to try to break away, somehow try to slip
    free of the bracelets and escape from the brute she’d just wed. But she knew already the  bracelets were too tight—she was not a small-boned girl and they’d clasped snugly  about her wrists when he’d put them on. Same for those at her ankles.
    She was trapped. Chained to a table, and Ares only knew what he intended to do to  her—only that she would be totally at his mercy when