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When my breathing returned to normal, my body was stretched out across his lap with my wrists still tied high above my ahead.

I craved more of the same, but he lifted me from his lap and sat me upright on the bed. And then he stood. Beneath his loin cloth, I could tell he was still hard as a rock. My tongue parted my lips instinctually and I met his gaze.

His majestic green eyes were glazed over with lust. If he even so much as demanded me to submit my body for his taking, I would’ve done it at a moment’s notice. In this moment, I was extremely aroused—so much so, that I almost wondered if the rumors were true about hordesmen like Khol whose pheromones became an intoxicating drug to any women who encountered them.

Suddenly, he reached out and untied my wrists and threw the rope aside. I surely thought my most immediate fantasy of being dominated by a hordesman would come through, but then Khol picked up a sack and began walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Stay here. Do not attempt escape. My men are on the other side of the door.”

“But—”

“You should rest,” he commented and then pulled the door close behind him.

I clenched my teeth and ground my fists into the bed. “That alien son of a bitch.”

Just as he did before, he’d left unfinished business between us. I wasn’t sure what made me angrier. The fact that he left me hot and bothered after one out-of-this-world orgasm or how he seemed to have a knack for leaving at the most inopportune times, especially since he seemed to think I was some prisoner he could just hold for whatever purpose he liked.

Yet, I was no longer bound by ropes.

My body yearned in remembrance of his touch, but my instincts told me to bolt.