Eva gasped as Larson grabbed her and dragged her into his arms. His mouth captured hers and her heart pounded as she melted against him. Her breasts swelled against his hard, hot chest.

A moment later, he released her, then crouched down and retrieved the remote control. He handed it to her, then lay on the bed.

She sucked in a breath, exhilaration pulsing through her. She arranged his hands, wrist-to-wrist, above his head, then pressed the left button again. Amazingly, after climaxing only moments ago, his cock still stood straight up, tall and proud.

She considered climbing straight onto his erection, but her wet pussy wanted a different kind of attention first. She straddled him and sat on his chest. The feel of his rock-hard muscles against her slick, hot pussy as she shifted forward almost sent her into orgasm. She pushed back the waves of pleasure, not wanting this to end so soon.

“Since you are so willing to play my sex slave, there’s something I’d like you to do.”

He smiled wickedly. “It would be my pleasure.”

She pushed herself onto her knees, widening her legs as she tilted her pelvis forward. He tipped his head toward her and his long, hot tongue licked her slit. She moaned at the exquisite feel of slick flesh on slick flesh. He dabbed at her clit, then twirled in tight circles. Pleasure pounded through her like surf against the shore. His tongue slid inside her, licked and thrust, then returned to her clit. She nearly fainted at the intensity. The need to feel his cock inside her became overwhelming.

She moved back and grasped his enormous cock, then lifted herself and thrust down on it. She moaned as it penetrated her deep and hard. She lifted and dropped on him again and again, her whole body tingling with delight. Exquisite waves of bliss shimmered along her nerve endings as her moans steadily increased. Then the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced exploded through her. She wailed in ecstasy.

Vaguely, she heard his groans of release and felt his semen erupt into her. She clenched around him, pulling at his cock, wanting his seed inside her. Up and down, she rode him, fast and hard, her entire body trembling in blissful delight. A joyful abandon claimed her and she cried out again.

Finally, she collapsed on him, snuggling into the crook of his neck. She brushed her lips against his collarbone, allowing herself to float away, enjoying the feel of his cock still buried deep inside her. Exactly where it was supposed to be.

Eva awoke, slowly becoming aware that she was lying on her stomach with something hard beneath her. Her vagina twitched.

And something hard inside her.

She gasped and jolted straight up. Larson’s cock, still erect, filled her vagina.

How long had she been asleep?

She gazed down at the man she held captive between her legs. He smiled up at her.

“Oh my God. You must be stiff.”

His cock twitched inside her.

“That I am.”

Her cheeks blazed.

“I mean…” She shook her head, then dragged herself from his body, feeling a sad emptiness as his cock slid from her depths.

Sitting on the side of the bed, she glanced at the clock on the side table. She’d been asleep for several hours.

“Larson, I’m sorry for… I mean, I slept so long. You must have been…uncomfortable.”

He smiled broadly. “It was sheer heaven.”

Heaven. She’d dreamed of being in heaven. With him.

She stood beside the bed, a little unsteady, and fumbled with the device that controlled his bonds, then glanced at his still rigid cock and hesitated. Clearly, he was ready for sex again. But she trusted him now—at least that he wouldn’t force himself on her. A funny warmth filled her.

She pressed the button to release his hands.

Shakily, she grabbed her robe from the floor and tugged it on, then tied it securely at her waist.

“I’m going to get some sleep.” She hurried to her room, relieved when the door closed behind her.

Okay, so he wouldn’t shove her down and ravage her. That didn’t change the fact he’d kidnapped her and refused to take her home. And insisted she was his soul-mate.

Her heart ached. If only she could believe him.

But she couldn’t. That sort of thing was nonsense.

Despite the desperate yearning she felt for him, even though she’d just left his side. If anything, her need for him seemed to have increased since making love. Like a throbbing ache that threatened to consume her.

It only took about an hour for Eva’s euphoria at having the best sex of her life to turn to despair. She had fallen victim to Larson’s potent sexuality. Now she wanted him more than ever. She needed him.

She glared at the screen and the incessant erotic images playing across its surface. And that damned thing didn’t help. In fact, he had used it against her. Keeping her in a constant state of arousal until she had succumbed to her raging hormones.

Anger built in her as she realized she’d been duped. Played by him. Betrayed by her own body.

He had stolen her independence. Made her an addict.

Resolute, she decided, here and now, she would break the addiction. She would not allow him to make love to her again. Ever.

She marched toward the screen, then grabbed the bottom of the thin material and jerked, trying to rip it from the ceiling. It resisted, much stronger than it appeared, but she threw her whole body into it and, finally, it tore away from the ceiling, leaving behind a thin, frayed edge. The sound continued and she stormed to the cupboard and grabbed one of her high-heeled shoes, which she’d stored inside, then strode across the room and smashed the heel against the control panel. It survived several blows, but finally the device sparked and crackled. At long last, silence filled the room.

Eva climbed into bed and curled into a tight ball.

The next morning, Larson brought breakfast on a tray. His smile turned to a frown when he noticed the damaged equipment, but said nothing. He left her alone with her breakfast, which she picked at but couldn’t quite find the appetite to finish.

An hour later, when she heard the door whoosh open, she pretended great interest in the book she’d been trying to read for the past twenty minutes. In her peripheral vision, she could see him glance at her speculatively. When she said nothing, he set down a handled box he’d carried into the room with him and set to work on the broken video.

Her stomach knotted in guilt.

“I’m sorry.” She glanced in his direction. “I shouldn’t have broken it.”

His steady gaze unsettled her.

“No harm done. I can fix it.”

He replaced the screen and control panel in silence but did not turn it on. When he finished, he strolled toward her. He stood a few feet away, his masculine presence sending her hormones into frenetic activity. Her breathing became shallow and her pulse accelerated. She could imagine his hand stroking her cheek, sliding down the curve of her neck, stroking over her chest. Her nipples turned rigid as images of his hands cupping her breasts came unbidden to her mind.

“Eva, now that we’ve made love, you must realize the truth of what I’ve been telling you. That we are soul-mates.”

She hugged herself tightly. She had to fight the traitorous response of her body. Her gaze fell on the new video equipment, then shifted to him.

“What I realized was that you took advantage of me. That you eroded my power of reason with constant exposure to sex until I fell victim to desire, even though I didn’t want to.”

His lips compressed into a straight line.

“You wanted to then and you want to now. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.” He paced. “Ignoring me won’t help. Putting distance between us won’t help. The hunger will always be with you. Forever.”

He crouched in front of her and planted his hands on the arms of her chair. He leaned in close, his face inches from hers, his full, masculine lips within kissing distance. Her skin prickled at his nearness, the heat of his body stoking her desire.

“Having a soul-mate can bring you the greatest happiness in the universe—or the greatest misery.” His intense, turquoise eyes burned through her. “You decide which.”

He pushed himself to his feet, then strode from the room. An ache started deep in her stomach and echoed through her entire body at the loss of his closeness.

She slumped deeper into the chair and buried her face in a cushion, unable to fight back her tears. She knew he was right. This desperate need for him would tear her apart.

If only she could accept that he was truly her soul-mate, then everything would be so easy. A part of her insisted that she did love him. But she was afraid. How could she trust these feelings, when they’d led to such a disaster before? The damage of Roger’s betrayal had left her wounded and she was just too afraid of being hurt again.

For the next few days, Eva continued to keep to herself. She felt a little guilty that Larson prepared and served all her meals and cleaned up after them, but then, she hadn’t asked to be kidnapped. There was little to do but read and she found herself getting caught up in the passionate romances despite herself.

She glanced up from her book when Larson entered the room.

“Eva, how long are you going to ignore me?”

She closed her book and laid it on the table beside the bed.

“No matter how long you keep me here, I will never accept this bond you insist we share.”

His mouth flattened as he stared at her intently. She fought the impulse to squirm under his scrutiny. He pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

“Eva, I’ve been asked to do a favor for a fellow crewmate.”

Silence hung between them. She gazed at him quizzically. Why was he telling her this?

“This favor… It involves making love with another woman.”

The words sliced through her. Old wounds puckered open. Memories of her adulterous ex-husband, Roger, strolling in the front door with another woman’s perfume wafting around him, of finding lipstick marks on his shirt collar and the occasional stray earring embedded in the car seat.

Yet the blistering ache in her heart at the thought that Larson might leave her for another woman far outweighed any pain she’d ever experienced at Roger’s indiscretions.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

“So you can tell me not to do it.”

He was giving her a choice.

Images of Larson taking another woman into his arms, of him kissing her, then thrusting into her body, stabbed through Eva like a jagged blade.

All she had to do was say one word. Don’t.

Her insides coiled. She wanted to scream it out loud at the top of her lungs. But she couldn’t.

“I have no right to stop you.”

His eyes flashed.

“You have every right. You’re my tanash’ae.”

Her hands twisted together and she turned away from him.

“This is no game, Eva.” His hard-edged words sliced through her. “I will do this unless you say not to.”

A twinge of despair crackled through her at the thought of him in another woman’s arms, but she couldn’t exercise a control she didn’t believe in.

His lips compressed to a hard line as he realized she would not protest.

Scowling at her, he plucked the book from her hands.

“If I’m going to do this, you’re going to watch.”

His cold, blue-green gaze lingered on her, hard and challenging. He moved to the video control and turned on the device, then set the display to his room.

He marched to the door and it slid open, and stayed open even after he passed through.

“Feel free to join us.” His words wafted in from the other room as she saw him on the video screen exiting toward the living room.

Less than ten minutes later, the door opened again.