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or that, as he had thought earlier, he was trying to ‘get into her good graces.’ Nor did she care if this entire encounter was a ploy and only a prelude to another escape attempt.
    She had him now—kissing her, moving against her, touching her—and she would take him and enjoy all that his big, hard, smooth human body had to offer her.
    She would worry about re-education and her responsibilities to him later.
    She would worry about disciplining and punishing him later.
    She would collar him later.
    For now, she intended to enjoy every solid muscled inch of him, starting with his hard penis.
    LaMia reached down to cup him at the same instant he closed his mouth over one of her breasts. She gently caressed him. He firmly pulled her nipple into his mouth and groaned when she squeezed him. She twisted beneath him as he thoroughly laved and sucked one nipple before turning his full attention to the other.
    She explored his body with her hands, roamed the hard ridges of his abdomen, the muscles flexing in his back and shoulders as he bent over her and worshipped her heavy breasts and rejoiced in the disparities of their bodies before she flipped him back beneath her.
    He looked up at her with lust-darkened eyes and smirked. “You like being on top, don’t you?”
    In answer, she waved her hand in the air and made his jeans and boxer briefs disappear along with her own leather pants and thong. She heard his breath hitch in his chest at the sudden heated contact of her bare thighs against his flanks as she knelt astride him. “Always,” she whispered.

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CHAPTER 6
    He wanted her so badly he could taste her, every inch of her luscious mahogany skin, every ounce of her spicy-sweet flavor. He was primed, his body vibrating with hot anticipation when she squeezed her knees around his hips and bent her head to nuzzle his throat.
    That he had been able to deny her for as long as he had, to say no he didn’t want her when she was all he did want, was a true testament to the self-control he had honed so many years after watching his father kill his mother. He’d vowed to never succumb to the same loss of control that had resulted in the deaths of his parents, did not ever want to be that bewitched or insecure.
    But here he was, bewitched by and succumbing to Ms. Nubian Queen.
    Every stroke of her fingers against his chest, every playful flurry and swirl of her tongue around his flat nipples sent his body into wild paroxysms of desperate need. He wanted to get to her, wanted inside her body to feel her vibrating around him with the same desperate need that he already owned taking over her body.
    LaMia laved his nipples until he was uncontrollably trembling beneath her.
    He’d had no idea his nipples were so sensitive until she touched him with her hot little mouth, her quick, talented tongue. He glanced down at her, admiring the way the Cleopatra cut of her black hair framed her strong angular features as she peeked up at him beneath the bangs.
    She blinked, looked suddenly shy and young, as if afraid she was pleasing him too much, or that she wasn’t pleasing him enough.
    Did she think he still had escape on his mind? Did she think he’d try something?
    He couldn’t have attempted escape if he tried. He was too weak with desire and remorse to even move.
    He had never hit a woman in his life! And in spite of his merely flipping her to the ground and not actually hitting her, he was ashamed of his actions.
    “Do not, Mateo. You did what you had to do.”

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    Had he really thought she would stop wielding her awesome power, that she would let his mind be for just one moment, especially now, when he was about to enter her body in the most ultimate invasion possible?
    LaMia grasped his hard cock in one hand, raising her hips just enough to tease him with the feel of her moist folds before rubbing the head up and down her slit and melding their juices.
    She flung back her head and