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Kissing the Hunter

When Virginia woke up, she lay on her back with both hands trapped under her body. She groaned and rolled on her side, meaning to pull them free. Instead, she heard only a musical rattle. Her eyes flew open. Somebody had chained her wrists together. And she had a very good idea who that somebody was.

"Has anybody ever mentioned you sleep like the dead?"

Virginia jerked her head up and stared wildly around. Logan sprawled in the rose arm chair beside her bed, playing with an arrow. A wave of cold slid across her skin. She jerked her wrists with all her strength. The titanium manacles rattled but didn't break.

"Didn't I leave you tied up?" she gritted, increasing the force of her pull. The chains didn't even creak.

He smiled. "I'm a sailor. I'm good with knots."

Virginia tried to kick out from under the sheets, only to realize he'd chained her ankles together too. Feeling panicky, she subsided to stare at him, wide-eyed.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He rolled the arrow between his palms and grinned. "See how unconvincing that sounds when you're tied up?"

"If you're trying to teach me a lesson, I'm a quick study. You can unlock the chains now."

His grin took on a downright demonic cast. "But we haven't gotten to the good part yet." Logan tossed the arrow aside and rolled out of the chair. Broad bands of muscle rippled in his chest and powerful arms as he crawled onto the mattress toward her. "Payback's hell," he said, looming over her, a thick, dark curl falling over one eye, his handsome face intent.

"What are you going to do?" Virginia's mouth went dry with something much closer to excitement than fear. "Bite me?"

"Among other things." He rocked back on his heels to smile wickedly down at her. His eyes lingered on her bare breasts, thrust upward by the position of her bound hands under her back. "Many other things."