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hands left her, but a strong arm still held her
inescapably close. A sharp point prodded her back, nearly piercing flesh.
    Of course the blacksmith would have a dagger.
    “You’re going to come with me. You’re going to be quiet or
I’ll knock you unconscious. The only reason I haven’t is because you look heavy
as hell.” His gruff voice assaulted her and she realized he was very serious.
    She’d love to give him hell and make him carry her. But she
already knew he was strong. Better to be aware of his plans. Yes, she
definitely needed to be conscious.
    “Fine. Where to,
Lenny?”
    The dagger nudged into her back and a hot drop of blood
formed on her skin. “My name is Lennox. You should know the name of the man
who’s going to kill you.”
    And then she felt a cloth cover her mouth. An intoxicating
twang filled her nostrils before gray fuzz spread across her vision. Hysteria. Then darkness.
    * * * *
    Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to
peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her
eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to
realize that she was indeed strapped down.
    The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle. Very subtle. His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His
blue irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at
her in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.
    “Do you like your accommodations, demon?”
    “You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He’s also
very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing.” She’d hoped to sound feisty, but
instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.
    “Since you’re used to your mouth being filled, I’ll help
you.” Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as
he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the
edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal
table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark
and thunked hard against the steel.
    At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear
coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn’t imagine what he
had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men
knew they didn’t need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox’s
tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table.
Probably where he kept his—
    Scissors. Lennox turned toward her
with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too
innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan
skin. She’d felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover,
not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally
she liked freaky guys. If he hadn’t insulted her ever since they first met,
they might’ve even had a chance. No charge.
    Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him
from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors
slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of
the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her
tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body.
Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come. Hard. The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.
    Maybe he’s a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath. Love ’ em and leave ’ em .
    The scissors slid against her skin and snipped the last bit
of fabric. The corset fell away from her body. Her breasts sprang free, but he
didn’t touch her, not with his flesh. Instead, Lennox dragged the cold metal
over her chest, lingering over her nipples. They hardened as the sharp edge
tickled her sensitive skin.
    “Your body betrays you. You crave your abductor, don’t you,
succubus?”
    She avoided his gaze by staring at