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"So? If you're the one who kills me, then I don't think I'd mind. I would have no other desire but to please you. If my death makes you happy, then do it." His hands closed around mine. "If you want to strangle me, then do it. I'm not going to stop you."
This was a first for me. By this time, men would be running for the door. Where did he get his courage from?
"Aren't you afraid of me?" I asked, genuinely curious. I couldn't remember a time when I'd actually had to ask something so...stupid.
Eyes closed, he leaned toward me, the scent of snow-covered evergreens wrapping around me like a mantle. "No. Should I be?"
"I could kill you. But you make it sound like it's a reward." Not only was I completely puzzled, but I had to admit, I was actually a bit curious as well. "What if I really did kill you?"
His fingers pressed around my hands, the hands still around his neck. He laid his cheek against mine, warm breath on my ear, eliciting goose bumps to run along my skin.
"You won't." He laughed a bit, and just that slight sound was enough to make me want to lay my body against his, one more time.
"I know you, Tanith. I've known you for a very long time."
Before I could react to that incredibly unsettling statement, he moved his hands away, only to clamp them around my waist, pulling me down to the bed with a strength that a human man should not have possessed. My hands fell away and into the sheets as he flipped me over and covered my body with his.
I struggled. Fought against his hold, but ended up getting more and more wrapped up in the covers that had covered him only a minute ago. I couldn't think of a time when I'd felt so weak, so defenseless. I did not like it. I'd spent so much of my un-natural life as the dominant, and now, so suddenly thrust into the role of sub, I felt completely powerless.
He grinned down at me, his eyes glowing with a feral light that completely rendered me motionless. His eyes weren't blue anymore. They were amber, almost cat-like. His hands wrapped around my wrists, keeping me immobile, and the lower part of his body pinned me down. I couldn't move anything except for my head, and fat lot of good that would do for me. Somewhere, in a tiny part of my brain that wasn't screaming, I had a feeling that head-butting would not get me out of this situation.