" Why should you be a prisoner?” Rio reached again to the burning red of her hair. “’ Course, you can be one if you want to be. I could wrap you in chains and promise to let you go after I’ve pleasured you countless times. The more you begged me to release you, the longer I’d keep you bound.”
Her eyes were round, caught between panic and desire. Her breath smelled good, spicy and salty. She probably tasted just as good.
Rio leaned down and gently brushed his tongue across her lower lip.
She gasped and jerked back, and he sensed her body sending her conflicting messages.   Be afraid of this man,   it was telling her, at the same time it urged her,   Let him do as he likes.
She wanted him, and she didn’t want to want him.
“Rio,” Dr. Laas’ wry voice came from across the room. “The poor woman just got over alkaloid poisoning. Give her a few minutes. "

― Allyson James , Rio (Tales of the Shareem, #2)