This chapter is really really short. Sorry, but I've tonnsss of school work to do! -sigh- C'est la vie. However, there is a little M/V action in this, so I dearly hope that it will make up for the length. As always, I appreciate your reviews. :)

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Virika's uneven eyes fluttered open and she was disoriented for a moment. Finally the room came into focus. Morning light was filtering in through windows casting a golden glow around a rather masculine room.

It was then that she became aware that a tan and muscular arm was wrapped around her waist possessively and that there was a very masculine man behind her. Virika tried to pull away but the arm tightened around her bare mid-drift and someone nuzzled her neck.

Eyes widening in shock Virika tried to pull away but this time there was a low chuckle and a dark leg came up and over her, locking her in his grip. Her eyes widened further as she realized that the man she was with was wearing no clothing.

Virika emitted a short squeak and tried desperately to pull away to no avail. Suddenly, the arm around her waist pulled and she was flipped over so that she was face to face with her assailant.

Murtagh with his eyes glinting stared at Virika's face as she blushed aware of the compromising position she was in. Her eyes of there own accord raked Murtagh's body. But she couldn't really help it.

Her eyes traveled down his bronzed chest that was so perfectly sculpted with musculature that she thought he might have been a statue created by a great master. His bedroom eyes watched her lazily as her gaze traveled down his chest and abs only to flick back up quickly with a blush at what was hiding beneath a thin sheet.

"Like what you see?" he asked cockily.

Still blushing bright red, Virika tried to pull away from him but he kept her trapped. When she didn't answer his eyes glittered with anger.

"I asked you a question," he said in a deceptively calm tone.

Virika chewed her lip before answering defiantly, "No. No, I don't."

Murtagh frowned. Then his lips turned up into a smirk and his eyes swept over Virika's form. She was very close to him. Seeing the expression on his face Virika's face paled and she placed her hands on his chest to try to push herself away from him.

His smirk grew more pronounced as he looked down pointedly at her hands. Her tiny hands barely covering the planes of his abdomen. Virika's cheeks flooded with heat but before she could remove her hands Murtagh snatched one with his free hand.

Tugging at him, Virika tried to pull her hand from his but it was in his iron grasp. Smiling wickedly, Murtagh placed Virika's hand against his chest and slowly moved it downward across his abs, downward to the 'v' of his hip bones and moved it under the sheets that hid the rest of his naked form.

Frantically, Virika tried to pull her hand away. Murtagh stopped just short of that hidden place and looked at her.

"Like what you feel?" his voice was husky.

Every ounce of Virika's being screamed for her to agree with him—knowing that if she did he would likely release her. Unfortunately, the words that spilled from her angry mouth were not the ones he wanted to hear.

"No! Let me go!" she yelled viciously.

Murtagh's eyes darkened and he threw Virika's arms over her head and trapped them in one of his hands. He then rolled her over so that she was on her back and he straddled her. Pressing his full weight down on her body so that she was stuck beneath his larger form he pressed his lips to hers.

Virika wasn't ready for the assault that Murtagh released upon her lips. His mouth plundered her and when she tried to move away his free hand reached up to grab her jaw forcing her to stay still. Virika gasped at this and Murtagh's tongue wormed its way into her mouth.

Virika tried to pull away and buck him off but he held her fast. His teeth scraped her lower lip and despite herself Virika let out a little whimper. She could feel Murtagh's smile at her reaction as he heightened his ministrations—swirling his tongue within her mouth, seeking out all her hidden crevices.

Her body rebelling against what her mind was telling her, Virika's tongue shyly made its way into Murtagh's mouth and she let a small moan as he nipped at her lips. A game of dominance made way in their mouths.

Murtagh released his hold on Virika's jaw to trail his hand down her collar bone and down on her shoulders while his lips never left hers. Only when his hand brushed her breast did Virika react; letting out a gasp and jerking her head away from him.

His hand still on her breast Murtagh looked down at Virika. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, her lips swollen with kissing and her eyes wide with fright at his hand. He laughed and the color faded from her cheeks. Rolling off of her Murtagh left the bed flaunting his nudity.

Virika looked away from him as he crossed the room to the wardrobe. Her wrists would be bruised soon with the force of which he held them and sure enough purple finger marks were already showing up on her fair skin.

Still averting her eyes from where Murtagh dressed himself Virika raised her fingers to her lips feeling the puffiness from the kissing and blushing at the thought of how she had reacted. Disgusted with herself for giving in to his kisses Virika clamped her eyes shut.

"Leave," Murtagh ordered staring at her.

Virika's eyes opened and she stared at him as he wandered towards the exit. He turned and looked at her still sitting in his massive bed.

"Leave, now."

Virika leapt from the bed and fled the room.