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Never have a chance to hurt her again?
What had he done?
Lifting his hand, he trailed his fingertips down her cheek, and even amid the pain there was the faintest sensation of pleasure.
He was going to drive her crazy, make her just as insane as he was.
“You’re mine,” he told her, his voice hardening as he stared into her eyes. “My little cat. No other is allowed to harm you in such a way without paying for it dearly. What I have done, what I will do, is my right as your mate.”
No one but him, right?
He glared down at her. “I have never harmed you physically,” he answered the thought. “Never, Cat, would I see you harmed. No matter your belief.”
When this crazy drug wore off she was buying a ticket so far away from him that it would take him a lifetime to track her down. She should have done that at the first rumor that a crazy Bengal was tracking someone in the desert.
He grunted, the sound beastly. “After all your hard work to draw me to you?” He tsked. “I had already found you, you know.”
She was going to kill him.
He simply chuckled as she strained against the drug holding her immobile.
“They’re waiting for me, just as they left you waiting,” he promised then. “Come on, now, let’s see what damage has been inflicted so I can take care of the trash in the other room.”
It was going to hurt.
She w
anted to beg him to be careful. She wanted to scream as his touch neared her wrist. Just before the point where the explosive pain would rupture through her, he stopped.
“Broken wrist,” he snarled, breathing in harshly and shaking his head. He moved his fingertip slowly, only barely whispering over the skin, to her fingers.
Moving to her other arm he checked it, then her legs. And still, he watched her eyes. Even when she couldn’t see his, she knew he was watching hers.
Could she bear it if he hurt her further? She expected it. It could still come. He would be that diabolical. Trick her into believing he wouldn’t push the barriers of sensory agony only to break them.
Such distrust, little cat. I am the monster the world will forever know should you be taken from it. You are all that holds what little sanity I can call my own in place. And you would distrust me so? The mockery in the thought was tinged was such a well of complete icy intellect, logic and merciless hunger for the enemies blood that terror skated through her.
He moved to her neck, collarbone.
She could see his eyes now.
Fury mixed with madness and some emotion she couldn’t define.
His hand lifted, a single finger extending, and as she watched, a lethally sharp, strong claw extended from the tip, splitting the skin as it emerged and came into view.
Yeah, neat trick. She could do that too. Without the blood staining her nail.
His lips quirked as she felt him, she actually felt him, somehow merged with her, reading the pain-filled mockery and fear.
Lowering his hand, he sliced her gown straight down the middle.
Silk fell away from her, baring her breasts, the naked mound of her sex. She had never had curls between her thighs. As with all Breed females, body hair on her arms, armpits, legs and between her thighs was nonexistent.
She should be completely embarrassed. Cat knew she should be. She had never been able to bare her body to anyone, especially a man. She was still a virgin, though she doubted that state would remain long if her earlier response to him was any indication.
Bending closer to her, Graeme stared at the area just below her breasts. His fingertips whispered over it, tested the discoloration around it before lifting his gaze to hers once again.
“It’s not broken,” he promised.
