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  "Yes, that," he said. "I wasn't sure if you would enjoy our cuisine so I had this brought in." He lifted the lid and, underneath, was a McDonald's Big Mac, fries, and a milkshake.

  It looked so out of place among the elaborate feast he'd set out. She covered her mouth with one hand, stifling a giggle.

  "They have such … restaurants … at the airport." He tipped his head and his expression grew taut as he noticed tears escaping her eyes. "Have I displeased you?"

  "No." She wiped a tear of suppressed laughter from her eye. She hadn't meant to insult him, but so much had happened to her in the past twelve hours that the thought of some sultan, or whatever he was, buying her fast food at the airport and placing it amongst this scrumptious feast, all while punishing her, had just sent her over the edge.

  In fact, she found the gesture rather sweet.

  "It was very kind of you, but I would far prefer the other dishes that I'm sure your … staff has spent a lot of time preparing."

  There. Maybe that would make up for her potentially insulting behavior.

  He nodded his head and smiled. She seemed to have pleased him. Why did she find that thought pleased her?

  He smiled. "Good."

  Approval lit his charcoal eyes, unnerving her a little. She reached for the goblet of wine and took a sip. Red wine wasn't her favorite, but this one was superb, and it warmed her stomach and relaxed her frazzled nerves. She took another sip.

  He helped her select foods, recommending various dishes. She sipped wine and ate, enjoying everything he offered. Finally, her stomach sated, the warmth of the wine talking the edge off her nervousness, she sat back and sighed.

  "Ah, but you have left room for something sweet, have you not?"

  He smiled and lifted a bunch of red grapes from one of the platters. He pulled one from its stem and lifted it to her mouth. He stroked it across her lips, sending a delicious tingling along the sensitive skin. She parted her lips, and he eased the grape into her mouth. She bit through the skin and the sweet nectar burst into her mouth.

  Gently, he grasped her hand, surrounding it in warmth, and guided it toward him. She stiffened, wondering what he was going to do, and relaxed as he placed a grape between her fingers then drew her hand to his mouth. As he guided her to stroke the small globe against his lips, the tip of his tongue slipped out and teased her fingertips for a second before he grasped the grape in his teeth and drew it into his mouth. He freed her hand and plucked another grape, then touched it to his tongue, moistening it. He brought it to her mouth and stroked it across her lips. She imagined it was his mouth touching hers. She flicked out her tongue and touched the grape, wishing she was touching his tongue.

  Encouraged, he lifted her hand and grazed his tongue across her palm. She sighed at the exquisite feel of him. He kissed along her forearm, then nuzzled the inside of her elbow. She melted back against the cushions. A moment later, he progressed to her shoulder and kissed her neck, sending her senses into a spiraling tornado of need.

  She wanted him to kiss her, wanted his lips to ravage hers.

  How could she allow this? How could her body want this unreasonable man?

  Chapter Six

  Kadin paused to sip his wine and watched the lovely Angelica relax against the cushions. The soft swell of her bosom rose and fell with her breathing.

  She had to be the sexiest woman in the world. He had barely been able to contain himself when she had been bound against the wall and his women had touched her. He had almost burst at the erotic sight of her in the full glory of orgasm.

  She reached for her wine and sipped, watching him. He thought about pressing his lips to the soft swell of her breasts, of freeing those breasts and capturing one enchanting nipple in his mouth. Of licking it, then sucking lightly, and feeling it harden and pebble in his mouth.

  "You're going to have to force me, you know?" she said flatly. "If you insist on this punishment of yours."

  His gaze darted back to her face and his eyes narrowed. He remembered the books she'd carried in her purse. Clearly, the idea of being captured and forced to submission turned her on. The thought occurred to him that maybe she was suggesting he do just that. Force her. As in, role-playing.

  Maybe she wanted him to take on the role of dominating her. He had to admit, playing a game such as this appealed to him.

  He beset a fierce expression on his face and dragged her toward him. His lips captured hers with a mastery meant to take her breath away. And it did.

  Her soft lips moved delicately under his. His groin clenched and his cock, already in a state of semi-arousal, grew harder. Her delicate breath brushed against his face and he inhaled it, wanting to consume her.

  She wanted him to force her, he was sure. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her down onto the couch while he nipped her neck, then kissed down her chest, anticipating the feel of her glorious breasts in his mouth. She made tiny protests, vague whimpers in a gasping voice that merely fueled the fire in his blood.

  His lips climbed the mount of her glorious breasts. He shifted her left wrist against her right and held both in one hand, freeing his other to pull back the edge of the fabric of her bra. Fully into the play, she struggled beneath him. Her bared breast shared the secret of her real feelings, however, the nipple standing tall and proud, inviting him to touch it.

  He covered it with his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. She was such a delicious, sinfully sexy woman. She began to struggle harder, protesting louder.

  "No. Don't."

  "But I am your master," he asserted, in a commanding voice. "You must bend to my will."

  He freed her other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She moaned, a sound of pure pleasure, in total contradiction to her mock protests.

  He needed both hands free, so he decided to bind her. That way she could still struggle. Not wanting to go in search of cuffs, he sat on her hips, pinning her firmly between his legs, and twisted around to grasp the bottom of her skirt and tear off a strip. She gasped.

  He tried to grab her wrists but she kept pulling them away.

  "No. Let me go."

  Finally, he captured them firmly and wrapped them tightly in the silk fabric, then tied the other end to the leg of the heavy marble table beside the couch. She was magnificent as she struggled against the bond, her cheeks flushed, her silky chestnut hair wild like a temptress.

  "Please stop."

  He would have believed her plaintive cries if her nipples weren't so hard and pebbled and if she didn't have a look of yearning in her eyes. Still, the sounds disturbed him. He didn't want to ruin the mood by asking her to stop so, remaining in character, he tore another strip from her skirt and tied it around her mouth, securing it with a tight knot.

  She shook her head wildly back and forth while he reached around behind her and unfastened her bra. In seconds, her breasts sprang free, the lovely mounds bouncing with her movements. He grasped one with both hands, and laved it with his tongue, starting around the edge of the aureole, then spiraling in to the center, until he captured the hard peak of her nipple. He lapped with his tongue, and then sucked hard. She gasped, the fabric of the gag curving into her mouth. He smiled at her, caressed her other breast, then sucked on that quivering nipple.

  She arched her hips as though trying to buck him off, surprising him with her strength. He moved down her thighs, pinning them tightly between his knees, and then removed the beaded belt around her hips. He tugged away what was left of the skirt. He'd hated to ruin the enchanting garment, but it was worth it.

  Now, she lay before him wearing only the skimpy lavender panties. He admired her body, his gaze gliding from her hips, over her navel, up her stomach to her breath-taking breasts, then came to rest on her face.

  Then her cheek. And the single tear streaming down it.

  He froze.

  "Angelica, you are an excellent actress. You could almost make me believe …"

  She shook her head wildly and his chest tightened. Had he m
ade a mistake?

  He unfastened the gag and removed it.

  "Why are you doing this to me? It's not fair. I didn't do anything wrong!" She sobbed and tears streamed freely from her eyes.

  His chest constricted. What had he done?

  "Angelica. I didn't mean to …" As he spoke, he reached out to stroke her cheek but she dodged her head back, cringing.

  "You're afraid of me?"

  "What do you expect? You're attacking me!"

  "But this is just a game."

  Anger filled her eyes.

  "Maybe to you. You have all the power."

  He untied her wrists, but annoyance flooded through him. Her body had reacted to him. He knew she'd been enjoying his kisses. His caresses.

  "You have wanted me right from the beginning," he retorted.

  "Why you arrogant—"

  "Then you began the role-playing."

  "That's what you thought? Why would you?"

  "I read the books in your purse," he responded.

  Her jaw dropped open.

  "You went through my purse? How dare you?"

  He glared at her.

  "Silence!"

  At his commanding tone, her mouth clamped shut and her eyes widened.

  "You were aroused by everything I was just doing."

  "I was n—"

  "Silence!"

  He glared at her until her erratic breathing calmed and he was fairly certain she wouldn't interrupt him again.

  "I will not force you to have sex with me, I don't need to force a woman, but you have wronged my family and me and you will have to pay that debt somehow." Angelica stared at the devil-man, her insides twisting. He stood up and stormed toward the doorway, leaving her mostly naked body sprawled on the couch.

  The adrenaline pumping through her like rocket fuel at Kadin's aggression had subsided when he'd backed off, but now it flooded her system again as a new fear rocked her.

  Would he imprison her after all? Is that what Kadin had in mind for her?

  * * *

  Kadin stormed into his room, and threw himself into a large, upholstered chair, and stared out the window at the night sky, seething. As the stars glittered in the blackness, his anger subsided and guilt pushed through him.

  He had frightened the poor, young woman when he had only meant to please her. He pushed himself to his feet and paced, his hands clasped behind his back. What kind of fool was he? He knew nothing of these sorts of games.

  The memory of Angelica arching beneath him, her hips pressing up against his groin, set his cock throbbing. It had been very stimulating. Certainly learning would be well worth the effort, but his first attempt had failed miserably.

  He had frightened her. His jaw clenched. That thought brought out a fierce protectiveness he had never experienced before. His hands clenched into fists. Damn it. He wanted to protect her from himself!

  What kind of fool had he been to get involved with the woman who had been involved in Dhiya being taken from him?

  He approached the open window, and then leaned against the ledge, breathing in the sultry night air, the fragrance of exotic blossoms from the garden below caressing his senses.

  Did he really still believe Angelica could be involved in a plot to kidnap his beloved Dhiya? His heart told him 'no,' but was that just because of the profound attraction he felt for Angelica? Was he just convincing himself that the sweetness he saw in her was real, rather than a clever façade executed by an expert actress.

  He crossed his arms and stared at the full moon.

  Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision now. The team of security people he'd sent in search of Dhiya would find her and bring her back, then the truth would be revealed. For now, he would keep a close eye on Angelica.

  He pushed himself to his feet and strode toward the door. In fact, he would not let her out of his sight.

  Chapter Seven

  Once Kadin left, the same woman who had brought Angelica to Kadin's quarters led her back to her own. The woman, who introduced herself as Naja, helped Angelica strip off the costume, frowning the whole time at the torn skirt, and then took the outfit away with her, clearly believing Angelica couldn't be trusted with it.

  Angelica slipped on the gown the woman left for her, then climbed under the silk covers of the large, four poster bed, and tried not to think about her ordeal with Kadin, nor her worries about what would happen to her. Once the adrenaline subsided, she fell into a light sleep.

  She tossed and turned and somewhere in the wee hours a calming presence settled her nerves and she relaxed.

  * * *

  A smiling Kadin caressed her body with tender strokes. She touched his cheek, stared into his midnight eyes, and yearned for something she'd never experienced before. Love and the gentle touch of a man. Her hand glided down his tightly-muscled chest, over his belly, to his large erection. Then she did something she'd only read about before. She wrapped her hand around a man's penis. It throbbed in her grip. Longing jolted through her.

  He eased her onto her back.

  "Let me make love to you, my darling," he murmured.

  "Yes, Kadin. Make love to me."

  He climbed over her and his hard shaft nudged between her legs.

  "Oh, yes."

  His cock pushed between her folds—just a little—then stopped.

  She slid her hands around his hips and tried to pull him forward, but still he held back.

  "Oh, please," she cried

  "Angelica?"

  She wanted him so badly.

  "Kadin, please."

  * * *

  "Angelica?"

  Her eyes opened. It had only been a dream.

  Yet, staring down at her was Kadin, his face bathed in moonlight. He lay stretched out beside her, his hard, muscular body pressed close to hers.

  She could deny it no longer. No matter the consequences, she wanted him.

  Reaching out her hand, she stroked his cheek.

  "Touch me."

  He gazed down at her, hesitant.

  "No games," she assured. "I want you to touch me, to …"

  She knew what she wanted, but she couldn't find the words.

  She didn't have to. He leaned toward her and brushed her lips lightly with his own. The sensual bliss of his touch shimmered through her. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. Her tongue flicked between his lips and danced along his tongue, first curling under it, and then stroking over the top.

  He groaned and dragged her tight to his body, crushing her breasts against his tautly-muscled chest. Soft to hard. Her nipples rigid pebbles, driving into him. He stroked her hair from her face, and then kissed her neck, wrenching a sharp moan from her at the exquisite pleasure.

  He stroked around her ribcage and stopped an inch from her breast. He captured her gaze.

  "You're sure?"

  She nodded. "Absolutely."

  She ran her fingers along his thick, muscled shoulders, then over his broad chest. When she toyed with his nipple, a tight, hard bead, he groaned. She licked it, then sucked it into her mouth, loving the guttural grunts of pleasure he made.

  "Woman, you are driving me over the edge."

  He flipped her onto her back and climbed over her, while grasping both wrists. He held them over her head and stared down at her.

  "No mistakes this time. Tell me what you want."

  He sat on her hips, his groin pressed against hers, his black briefs and the thin cotton of her gown the only barrier between their naked flesh. She shifted slightly and he leaned forward, pressing his long, hard erection, against her. She felt lightheaded at the thought of the pleasure that lay ahead.

  "I want you to make love to me."

  He smiled. "Really?"

  "Yes." She arched her chest, thrusting her breasts toward him. "I want you to kiss and caress my breasts. To draw them into your mouth and suck on my nipples."

  She couldn't believe how much saying these things turned her on. She arched he
r hips up, grinding their groins together, making him groan.

  "I want you to show me that huge … uh …"

  "Erection?" he offered helpfully. "Penis?" He pressed tight against her and his voice lowered. "Cock?"

  "Show me that huge cock of yours." Her voice, like his, had lowered to a throaty, sexy purr. "Rip off my clothes and drive that rock-hard cock into me."

  He grabbed the neckline of her gown and tore it straight down and flung the scraps of fabric aside, then he swallowed her breast into his mouth, drawing hard.

  She gasped, feeling faint from the intense pleasure. He sucked on the other nipple and she felt dripping pleasure oozing between her legs. His fingers nudged her thighs apart, then slid into her.

  "Oh, my." She bit off her words as he stroked along her slit and found her clitoris.

  Potent pleasure rocked through her, rending her speechless as tiny gasps quivered through her. He teased the tiny bundle of flesh and a warm wash of pleasure flooded through her.

  "Oh, yes … Oh, God …" Then she wailed.

  As her world tilted, then shook in spasms, she floated back to reality and tried to catch her breath then, when she felt his rock-hard member nudge against her delicate, private flesh, she felt a jolt of anxiety.

  "Wait."

  "You don't want this?" His eyebrows arched and she wondered if he would stop now if she asked.

  "It's not that." She did not want to admit to him she was a virgin. It might scare him off.

  He smiled. "You said to drive my rock-hard cock into you."

  "Yes. I did say that. I just … well, I haven't even had a chance to see it yet."

  His smile broadened. "Of course."

  He rolled onto his back. His huge erection pushed out the top of his black briefs, which he quickly stripped off. Now his cock stood straight up, almost unnerving in its length and diameter.

  She had to feel it in her hands. She touched the tip with her finger, then dragged it down his length. Her fingers curled around the base, her fingertips unable to meet. Her hand only covered a third of its length. She had never seen a penis close up before, but she got the definite impression this was bigger than most. But, then again, everything about this man was larger than life.