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I paused, tapping a foot on the floor.

“You really wouldn’t mind me taking advantage of you like that?” I asked.

“As long as I’ll get pleasure out of it too. And I have a feeling that I will.”

Maybe I should’ve gagged him in addition to tying him up because his words held power over me. They spelled temptation.

I pondered his proposition.

Why shouldn’t I have him?

The spoils of war belonged to the winner. That rule held true for both humans and orcs. Tonight, I bested him and came up on top. I was the winner, and the orcs’ chief was my bounty. Like a pirate’s booty, he belonged to me.

I slid an appreciative glance over hisbooty. It was a fine one. And it was all mine, as well as the rest of him, to do with as I pleased.

I picked up his knife I’d used to cut his belt from around my wrists and shoved it into my boot.

“If you try anything funny, I’ll cut you,” I said without even a hint of a smile, then unbuckled my belt and tossed it aside.

His eyes lit up with anticipation as I lifted my tunic and took it off over my head.

With his stare glued to my chest, he jerked in his restraints, swaying on the chain, but not enough to reach me.

“Give them to me. Come closer,” he rasped, licking his lips.

I remained in full control here. The thought sent a shot of thrill through my body as I took a step toward him.

He stuck his tongue out, desperate to touch me. It was a long tongue, I noted, coming close enough for its tip to stroke one of my nipples. Rush of tingles skittered through my body as he dragged his thick warm tongue over my skin.

I wished to feel him everywhere, on every part of my body. Only caution kept me at bay.

“Closer,” he begged, looking at me the same way I’d eyed Violette’s meat pies a short while ago.

I gripped his pointy ears and turned his head up to face me.

“If you put your teeth or those tusks of yours on me to hurt me—”

He smirked. “I won’t hurt more than you’ll enjoy.”

I couldn’t delay it any longer. I wanted him too much to waste the little time we had.

“If you hurt me, I’ll hurt you back,” I vowed quickly.

“Deal.” He grinned.

I pulled him to me, and he buried his face between my breasts, breathing me in.

“Oh, you’re such a sweet, sweet little thing,” he moaned, turning his head to kiss along my breast to my right nipple. The curve of his tusks pressed into my skin, making his kisses and nibbles feel even more intense.

I slid my hands behind his neck, over his shoulders, and down his shoulder blades. That was as far as I could reach in this position, but I needed more. I needed him to touch more of me too.

Gripping his beard, I tipped his head up to me once again.

“I’ll get you off this hook, Agor, if you promise to be good.”

He gave me a wicked half-grin. “Just how good do you want me to be?”

Trusting an orc was careless, dangerous, and simply stupid. But I needed just a little bit of his cooperation to get what I wanted from him.

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