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it seldom had anything to do with sex. Her bed had become a doorway to power and
influence.
The hunger in Quade s dark eyes promised incendiary pleasure. She imagined him
pinning her against the wall and pounding into her with controlled ferocity. Her legs
would hug his lean hips and her nails would bite into his back.
He stood suddenly and pushed the table aside.
 Wait! You only earned my pants. We re not doing this yet.
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Brushing her hands aside, he unfastened her pants.  I m no good at games, Laetif.
I m in this room because your husband ordered me to come, but I m going to fuck you
because you re the most desirable woman I ve ever seen. I think your husband is an
imbecile for not understanding what he s got.
Which was, of course, exactly what she needed to hear. And it was precisely the
reason she didn t believe him.  I don t want you inside me until I know more about
you.
 Fair enough, but I ve already earned your pants. He slipped his fingers inside the
waistband and pushed them down over her hips. The garment obediently dropped to
her ankles and she stepped out. He caressed her hips and thighs then reached back and
squeezed her ass. She gasped and twisted away.  What the fuck? He turned her and
raised the hem of her blouse, exposing her bruised behind. The marks were faded and
the swelling was gone, but she knew it still looked bad.  Who did this to you? If Xyell
beats you, I ll kill him!
His protectiveness pleased her, but she was trying hard not to smile.  My husband
didn t do this and it was not forced on me. I found the experience quite cathartic.
He stared at her for a long time, conflict clear in his night-black eyes.  If pain is
what you need, I m doomed. I can t hurt a woman, any woman. Even if she wants me
to.
 I don t need pain. Even as the words left her mouth, a strange diffused ache
branded her a liar.  The other night just happened. When I ran out of here, Caleb 
 The captain did this to you? It was none of his business, but she nodded and
waited for the inevitable question.  Did he fuck you?
 Why would you care if he did? I m an assignment, remember? I m your boss s
wife!
He lunged so suddenly she cried out and covered her face with her forearms. Time
paused and nothing happened. Her heart thudded wildly and she licked her lips.
Nothing. No movement, no sound. She slowly lowered her arms and found him facing
the other direction, hands clenched at his sides.
 You can t fake that reaction. Does your husband hurt you, or was it your father?
The pain in his voice confused her. Was this guilt, or had he known a woman who
suffered abuse?
 It was Mikko, but it hasn t happened for years. Hurting me would require too
much energy. I m no longer worth even that. I m sorry I reacted like that. Old habits die
hard.
He turned and approached her slowly, hands at his sides.  I m thrilled he s lost
interest in you, but I m sorry you ever suffered at his hands.
They looked at each other for a long time, each sensing a kindred spirit.  Your
mother? she guessed.
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He nodded.  I still dream about her screams and the sound of fists hitting flesh.
They finally subjected him to cerebral rerouting, but none of us ever recovered. He was
a zombie after the procedure and she tortured herself with guilt. I know I was too
young to protect her, but that didn t stop the dreams.
Unable to ignore another haunted soul, she wrapped her arms around his back and
squeezed him tightly.  It wasn t your fault.
 I know, but men who abuse the women they re supposed to protect are beneath
contempt in my book.
 Where is she now? She leaned back so she could see his face.  They aren t still
together, are they?
 She died while I was fighting on the frontier. It s been twelve years ago by now.
Dad is in a sanitarium like all the other zombies. Out of sight, out of mind. His hands
gently touched her hips then slid down to her ass cheeks.  Does it hurt?
 Not anymore. I just have to be careful when I sit down.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear,  I guess a wall banger ain t gonna
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