Free Imminent Conquest by Aurora Rose Lynn

won't let you touch me."
    "Don't kid yourself. You want me as much as I want you."
    Nothing came out except for a hiss. Rage, fuelled by helplessness, poured through her. And an overpowering need for his cock in her sheath. She knew she was lying to herself. She wanted him, but she didn't want the murderer he had so obviously become.
    "Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled.
    "I don't want you,” she said from a throat that felt stuffed with cotton.
    "For some reason, I don't believe you.” He loosened his tie and drew it from his neck. Silk swished against silk in the dead silence. He pulled her wrists together above her head, dragged her against the pillows and secured her wrists to the brass headboard railing.
    She looked up at her bound wrists. “You bastard. You used your silk tie.” She struggled uselessly.
    "Only the best for you, sweetheart."
    "Let me go,” she whispered. “I promise I won't say anything to anyone about you. Just, just go away."
    He smiled. She couldn't decide if he had a mischievous glint in his eyes or if the light was playing tricks with them. “You don't want me to do that. Really."
    The mattress straightened as he got up. She watched as he ambled to the mirrored dresser and threw one drawer open after another. When he lifted the cream-coloured scarf with a paisley design on its surface, she took a deep breath. What would he do with the thin piece of fabric?
    She tugged hard on her wrists as he approached her, but the material of his tie didn't give. “I won't let you do whatever you're going to do."
    "Why don't you indulge me for a few minutes? You might like it.” His voice was low and husky as he slowly raked his gaze from the top of her head to her breasts, down to her pussy, and to the tips of her toes. She writhed against the sexually heated look.
    He leaned over her. She observed him with a detached fascination as he traced one corner of the scarf along the sides of her breasts, making the nipples become even tauter than they were.
    Smiling with amusement, he trailed the sheer material down her midriff, leaving a path of burning fire to her feminine core. All she could think of was his eyes lingering on her pussy and her clenched thighs. The scarf floated to the floor.
    "I want to have some fun tonight,” he said, rising from the bed and admiring his handiwork. She couldn't help observing through his eyes how wound up she must look—her nipples hard, yearning pebbles, the fine curls of her pubic hair and the wildness in her eyes.
    "There's no one for miles around. And Brad won't be coming back tonight. Let's say, he's busy."
    Nicole thought she understood then. Perhaps he had Colin kidnap Brad. Thus Michael would use Brad's helplessness to gain whatever he wanted from her. She couldn't allow him to hurt her fiance. She turned away from Michael and stared at the wall. At the moment, he could do whatever he wanted and she didn't have a hope in hell of stopping him.
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Chapter Five
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    "Why don't you watch me strip my clothes off?” Michael asked in a husky tone. “You used to like it when I tied you down, stripped you naked, then undressed myself."
    A kittenish mewl escaped Nicole's lips. She was more aroused than she had ever been in her life. She was naked and helpless and oh, God, but she still wanted him. How she wanted his touch, to be the only woman in his world, to forget the years she had been robbed of his presence.
    Time and circumstances had made her a new person, a woman who had learned the hard way that love wasn't meant for her in this lifetime. Ten isolated years had taught her that she would never again have a man in her life like James had been. Powerful, handsome, courageous, and above all, a man who made her heart trip over itself.
    "Why do you think you can walk back into my life, and undo all the knots that hold me together?” she demanded, although she desperately wanted to add that he left her a quivering mass of flesh at his