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Gravel crunched under Amir’s boots as he strode across the starlit compound to the tent provided for him. It had been a tedious evening in poor company. Playing guest to the renegade tribal leader in a neighbouring state was not how Amir chose to spend his time.

Especially since he had important personal business to conclude when he returned to his own country. Tomorrow will be a long day. Amir’s aide was city-bred, not used to this wild, remote region, where old ways held sway and diplomacy was rough and ready.

Ostensibly for Amir’s protection, but undoubtedly to spy if possible. Faruq ducked his head, then murmured, ‘There’s also the girl. Amir’s pace slowed as he recalled the woman Mustafa had given him tonight with such ostentation. Blonde hair that shimmered in the lamplight like fluid silk framing a pale face, luminous violet eyes that stared boldly back, holding Amir’s gaze in a way few men and no women in this region of traditional values would dare.

The unexpected combination of beauty and defiance had for an instant stalled the air in his lungs. Until he’d remembered his taste ran to sophisticated women. Not dancing girls, or whores in gaudy make-up presented by their master to pleasure a visiting dignitary.

Amir had his pick of gorgeous women on six continents. He chose his own bed partners. And yet, something about her had snared his interest. Perhaps the haughty way she’d arched her delicate blonde eyebrows in a look that would have done an empress proud. Fleetingly that had intrigued.

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In Monte Carlo, Moscow or Stockholm her colouring wouldn’t warrant a second glance. But here, in rough border country inhabited by nomads, brigands and subsistence farmers? He removed his boots in the small anteroom, his feet sinking into layered carpets. Would she be on the bed waiting for him, her skirts spread about her? Or perhaps she’d be naked. No doubt she’d offer herself with the finesse of a professional. Despite his distaste, Amir’s pulse hummed at the memory of a lush, sultry mouth at odds with the fire in her blazing eyes.

That mouth promised sensual pleasure enough to interest any man. Amir thrust aside the heavy curtain. One step in and he registered the dimmed lamp on the far side of the room.

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No sign of the girl. He checked, senses suddenly alert, his nape prickling.

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An instant later he threw up a blocking arm as someone leapt wsst him out of the gloom. Something heavy hit him a glancing blow and he swung round, grabbing his assailant. He caught at a voluminous cloak that fell as he clutched it. A jingle of clashing coins at her wset warned him of her identity just in time. He pulled back sharply to avoid felling her with a single knockout blow. Amir glrl her arm and twisted it behind her back. His movements were controlled, precise, despite the way she threshed and fought.

He’d learned to wrestle with full-grown heavyweights. He couldn’t use those tactics on a woman, even a woman who ambushed him in his own chamber. She was like a tigress, alternately trying to wrest herself free or disable him with vicious kicks to the groin.

He reached to grab her free arm. But before he could catch it she twisted, rose and brought her arm down in a desperate slashing motion.

Instinct honed by years perfecting a warrior’s skills and others learning less honourable ways to gidl.

He pivoted and snapped an arm around her wrist, just as a blade pricked the base of his neck. Without compunction he hooked his foot around her legs and brought her down, slamming into her as she collapsed. She landed heavily on her back, his ih weight on her, his legs surrounding hers.

An instant later he’d captured both her slender wrists and pinioned them on the carpet high above her head. She was spent, so still that for a moment he even wondered if she breathed. Then he felt the tremulous rise of full breasts beneath him and heard a raw, shuddering gasp as she drew in air. Slowly he raised his hand to his throat.

Weat thin trail of wetness slid down from his collarbone. Immediately he eased his grip.

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Jaw set, he reached for the blade on the floor. Her breath hitched and she froze rigid, but he barely noticed as he balanced it in his hand.

Small, sharp and beautiful. An antique paring knife. Keen enough to peel fruit, or inflict serious injury on the unwary. The blade caught the lamplight and she flinched. Did she think he’d use it on her? With a curse he tossed it to the far side of the room. His host had no reason to wish him dead. Nor could he think of anyone who’d resort to royal assassination. Yet the trickle of blood across his skin was real.

This was one hell of a way to spice up a distasteful duty visit! Curiosity and fury vied for dominance as he surveyed those lush, scarlet lips now parted to drag in air. The impossibly violet kohl-rimmed eyes, huge beneath thick purple eyeshadow. Cursing, he rose on one arm. The movement pressed his groin harder against her body and part of his brain registered her satisfying softness, an innate invitation he couldn’t quite ignore despite his scorching anger.

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He forced his mind into action. This was no time to be distracted. If she had one knife there might be others. He rolled to one side, careful to keep her thighs pinioned with one of his and her hands imprisoned.

Her breathing shallowed as he surveyed the expanse of bare skin revealed by her belly dancer’s outfit. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, threatening to pull free of the skimpy bodice. Surely there was no room for a lethal weapon there. His gaze dropped, skimming her smooth, pale torso, past the dip to her neat waist accentuated by a decorative chain and the flare of her hips. The old-fashioned coin belt sitting low on her hips might be wide enough to conceal something, but her side-slit skirt was too filmy for a hiding place.

Amir lowered his palm to her belly, registering the flinch of her velvet soft skin. In all his years he’d never touched an unwilling woman. His mouth flattened in distaste.

Deftly he slid his hand under her belt. Instantly she erupted in convulsing movement. Her hips bucked and writhed, her torso twisted, her legs scrabbled fruitlessly for purchase.

Not in any of the local dialects but in a language rarely heard here. It was his stillness that finally penetrated Cassie’s panic. That and the fact he’d slipped his large hand free of her clothes and held it, palm outward, as if to placate her. Her heart thudded high in her throat and clammy sweat beaded her brow as she stared up at him.

She couldn’t get her breath, though she gulped in huge, racking breaths. He looked fierce and frightening and aggressively male.

Would it matter if she was English? Frantically her mind scrabbled to work out if her nationality would make a difference.

Was one nationality safer than another in this place where travellers were abducted and imprisoned? He didn’t look angry now, but the weight of his solid thigh, the firm grasp that bound her wrists, reminded her she was still at his mercy.

He could subdue her with ease. Her eyes flicked to the scarlet dribble of blood at his throat and she shuddered, fear rising anew.

She’d thought to save herself with a pre-emptive attack, knocking him out with the brass pot, but he’d been too quick for her. Too quick, too strong, too dangerous. His sensual mouth lifted at one corner in a snarl of displeasure and his eyebrows shot up.

Cassie let go a quivering breath.

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