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He quickly grabs the notepad with his free hand and scribbles on it. ~Open your mouth.~

I barely open my mouth, and his gaze seems to light on fire. This man’s intensity is scaring me on so many levels.

He grins as he puts the steak to my lips and nudges my mouth wider, slightly rubbing the salty meat over my lips before giving it to me. He sits back and watches me with those black eyes.

Why do I feel violated?

“What are you trying to prove?” I hiss. I need him to back up and give me space; being this close to him is making me mental.

“I think it’s safe to say you unsettle me. Probably like most people when they are around you.”

Siron just watches me like he can see something most can’t. I don’t like that. I am not even sure what he is at this point.

He sits up, bringing his large body even closer, and grabs his pad to start writing. He pauses and glances at me, his gaze moving over my body then to my legs in between his muscular thighs.

~Just breathe~, I tell myself.

He starts writing again and hands it to me. I take it with shaking hands and I see that it does not go unnoticed. Seems like nothing goes unnoticed by this guy.

~You enjoy your meal. Your eyes are very telling, my dancer, and I got the answer I was seeking. I will bid you a good night.~

I frown up at him as he watches me read the note.

Siron laughs, the sound breathy, tilting his head slightly.

I grit my teeth and ignore how his mouth looks when he smiles. ~Stop it~.

He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, his hot lips lingering on my skin as he closes his eyes. I am tense and bite my lip, watching him breathe in my skin like I am some sort of goddess.

I am not sure how to process this man. He suddenly stands and leans down over me to reach for the notepad to scribble on it before he turns to leave with his cane.

I am so confused.

After he leaves, I just sit here in silence, trying to process my emotions. I glance over to the note that he left and read it.

~Don’t look so sad to see me leave. Enjoy yourself.~

He’s joking, right?!

Does he think I am pining for him? I sit there in silent fury. That man is a mind ninja. Or he is completely delusional.

What did he see in my eyes? Anger? Did he mistake that for lust or longing? I sure hope not.

I’m probably not going to sleep very well tonight.

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“Tell me what’s bugging you, human.”

I get dressed in some medieval-looking gown that is chocolate brown and cream lace. Quite pretty actually.

The corset is a little tight for my boobs, but it fits well enough that Pierce does not have to adjust it. I start braiding my hair in thought.

Siron got a lucky guess on my size, or his last prisoner was my size. I wonder how many women wore this dress before me. I can already feel my anger boiling.

“Human?”

I glance at her. “Sorry, this Siron guy is on my last nerve.”

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