ceivable power. If she didn't, the Pravus would fall to
its foes.
"Eager?" he bit out.
Earlier the demon had inhaled deeply, exercising more patience than Sabine had seen in a male in ages. But she sensed that with the possibility of her coercion gone, Rydstrom had just given up reasoning with her and had reached the end of his patience.
She could see him shutting down. A muscle ticced in his scarred cheek, and his eyes glowed fully black. In a flash of insight, she realized she was seeing a side of] Rydstrom that few had encountered before.
"You have no idea what you're playing with," he said,
his tone cruel.
"Tell me."
"You won't win this."
"No? Just imagine it, Rydstrom. I can give you whatever you want. I'll fulfill every secret desire you have."
"What do you know of my secret desires?" Had his voice roughened? Again she probed his mind but couldn't get through.
When he was directly before her, he made no move to touch her. This close to him, she felt so small next to his great height. She could perceive the heat coming off
his body.
Without warning, his hands shot to her camisole, fisting the material. She stifled a gasp as he ripped it off her, exposing her breasts to him.
Collecting herself immediately, she asked in a femme fatale voice, "Do you think them pretty?"
As he peered hard at them, his brows drew together in answer.
"Won't you touch them? You've waited all your life to pet your female like this."
Just when she thought he would succumb, he wrapped her hair around his fist. He yanked her close until he was staring directly down at her.
"A little girl like you shouldn't toy with a demon like me," he said with another yank, until her hands flew to his broad chest. "You're going to lose, and when you do, I'll make you pay for this."