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Katerina had just reached the opening to her chamber when Lucas stepped into her path. There was a look in his silvery-blue eyes that made her insides clench with need; and that angered her. She scowled at him as he neatly pinned her between his hard body and the stone wall.

Katerina did not need to feel the thick ridge of his shaft pressing against her to know what Lucas wanted. It was there to read in the taut lines of his face. Despite the pain he had caused her, she wanted it, too. It was too soon, however. She had not yet decided if the pleasure he could give her was worth all the risks that came with it.

“I believe ye have a pallet readied for ye in the hall with the other men,” she said, proud of the chill in her voice for there was only searing, welcoming heat in her body.

“Your bed would be warmer.”

“There are plenty of blankets about. Seek their warmth.”

“Are ye sure that is what ye want me to do?”

Before she could reply, he kissed her. It was no gentle kiss, no soft coaxing of a lover. Lucas ravished her mouth. His kiss stirred her hunger into a fierce craving…