She had resisted him at first, pushing at his muscled chest with all the force in her small hands. But his lust and strength were fiercer than any fight she could offer. When he slipped his hand to roughly stroke her clitoral area, he grunted in satisfaction; she was soaking wet.

For him, he thought in triumph as he captured her wrists and pinned them above her.

The cry she gave and the look of mute longing were evidence of the power he had over her, thought Lucien as he brought ...