He approached her slowly, reaching his arms around her back and untying her wrists. Once released, she jerked the gag down in a fit of rage.

“Why did you bring me here?” she demanded angrily.

“Because you wanted me to,” he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

“You’re mad!” she slammed a tiny fist into the chair.

“You don’t want to be here?” Lucius raised an eyebrow.

“No!” she jumped to her feet.

He closed the gap between them quickly, his hands circling her waist as he brought her hips against him. Strong fingers lingered there for a moment, tracing her feminine silhouette slowly. She stiffened noticeably, fighting her body’s reaction to his touch. Seizing a mass of silken hair, he pulled her head to the side, exposing the graceful line of her neck. He grinned as she shuddered in response, a soft moan escaping her full, pink lips.

“I think you’re lying,” he lowered his mouth to the hollow of her throat.

He bit her gently, his skilful tongue running over the rapid pulse he found there. A second moan escaped her. Lucius chuckled softly as he observed his effect on her.

“What’s your name?” his fingers explored the fiery ringlets cascading over his hand.

She turned away, too stubborn to answer.

His hand dove deeper into her curls, drawing her head back again, more forcefully this time. She would have crashed to the floor, had he not placed his other arm at the small of her back.

“Your name, Kitten,” he said in a low voice.

She smirked at his obvious displeasure. Served him right, she thought to herself.

Bristling at her audacity, he stole a kiss before she could annoy him further. His lips roamed across her cheek, nipping playfully as his mouth wandered. The sensation was riveting. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and he held her to his chest possessively. As he drew her against his waist, her breath caught at the feel of his large member and she was suddenly fearful of what he might do to her. She began to struggle frantically, almost slipping away before his fingers closed around her wrist.

“Enough! Let me go! I don’t want to be here!” she screamed.

He placed a large hand behind her knee and slid her leg over his hip, forcing her to straddle his waist as she stood before him. Alexandra blushed through her rage, cursing him loudly. Lifting her chin, his lips descended upon hers, ravaging them relentlessly. She felt another fluttering and told herself it was fear, but she knew better, the proof of her desire now dampening her inner thighs. Ashamed of her weakness, she bit down. Hard. He withdrew his head sharply, running a finger across his wounded lip.

“I see you’ve chosen the hard way,” he stared at her icily.