Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart

by Opal Carew, Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, T. J. Michaels, Teresa Morgan, Sharon Page, Mandy Rosko, S. E. Smith, Pepper Winters

  Naja grinned and waved at one of the other women. After some whispered words in their own language, Naja smiled and took Angelica's hand.

  "Follow me."

  Chapter Nine

  Kadin finished his meal and leaned back in his chair. Rasha poured more wine in his goblet and took away his plate. He lifted the goblet to his lips. He would rather be dining with Angelica, relaxing in the warmth of her company, touching the soft sweep of her hair as it tumbled over her shoulders, leaning toward her and caressing her full lips with his own.

  His gut clenched. But he had dishonored her and she would never forgive him. He might never forgive himself.

  "Master?"

  Naja stood before him, her head bowed.

  "Yes, Naja. What is it?"

  "If you would allow it, I have brought you some special entertainment."

  His eyebrows raised and he nodded his assent. She crossed to his sound system and slipped a CD in the player. The pulsing sound of drums filled the room and a figure entered.

  Angelica! Wrapped in the same blue coverlet she wore the first evening she was brought to him, but this time it flowed over her head rather than just around her shoulders. Moving to the music, she glided into the room, her hips swaying beneath the covering. Her right arm flowed outward and the cover parted a little, revealing a glimpse of color. She spun around and the coverlet slid from her fingers, careening across the floor. Shimmering veils in shades of pink swirled around her.

  His breath locked in his lungs as he realized she had come to dance for him. As she traveled around the room, her left hand freed the veil from her hip and spun it around her body. It swirled in the air, following her in a fluid spiral.

  But his gaze locked on her pulsing hips and the beaded fringe and coins quivering at her movement. She discarded the veil and spun, then danced toward him, her hips shimmying wildly, a delicate jingling sound cascading around her.

  The music slowed as she stopped a meter from him and her arms and shoulders undulated in a sensuous, fluid movement, along with her velvet-and-sequin-clad breasts, the beads and coins suspended from them quivering. She leaned forward, doing a shoulder shimmy, and his groin tightened as the soft mounds of flesh quivered wildly.

  Her arms undulated in front of her as she leaned back at the waist, her breasts arching upward, then she curved forward again and took his hand, drawing him from the chair. She gestured toward the pillows on the floor and he sat down, then watched as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, then arched backward. Her bare belly undulated. He longed to cup her generous breasts as they swayed from side to side as she shimmied again. She moved her upper torso in a large, sweeping circle, then traveled forward on her knees, her arms moving fluidly at her sides.

  Only a foot in front of him, she turned.

  "I would appreciate some assistance." She lifted her long hair, presenting her back to him.

  His breathing grew heavy as he realized her intent. He released the hook and the back of the bra parted. She turned, holding the jeweled bra to her body then, slowly, drew it forward, slowly revealing her large, round breasts. When her large, dusty rose nipples peered out, hard and pebbled, he sucked in his breath.

  She arched her knee over his extended legs as she moved closer, then she shimmied. Her naked breasts quivered and his cock jumped to attention. She lowered herself onto his hips. Her crotch cradled him as his erection pushed outward. She shimmied her hips, her pussy quivering against him. His cock expanded even more.

  She stroked her hands over his naked chest and smiled seductively, then plucked at his nipples. He wanted to lean forward and suck one of her nipples deep into his mouth, to stroke the pebbly surface with his tongue.

  She arched her body, then thrust her left hip toward him and shimmied, then her right. Her hips swayed from side to side. In a fluid, rolling movement, she shifted around, now over his pelvis with her back to him. She eased backward from the hips.

  Her long hair caressed his chest and teased his nipples. She lowered all the way down, resting her shoulder blades on his chest, her cheek brushing his as her naked breasts rose and fell before him. Keeping to the beat of the music, she stroked his cheeks with fluid movements of her hands.

  He could not resist. He kissed her soft cheek as he reached out and cupped her breasts. Her hard nipples pushed into his palms. She rocked her hips and his cock ached painfully, wanting to find her warmth and thrust inside.

  "Oh, yes. Touch me," she murmured.

  She undulated her chest from side to side, alternately pushing each breast deeper into his hands. She ground her body against his cock and he groaned. She shimmied her hips, shifting up and down, torturing his confined cock. Then she slid backwards, easing him onto his back, her delightful ass moving closer to his face, until she rested on his chest.

  When he felt her fingers sliding into the opening of his pants he arched upward. Her warm fingers encircled his cock and freed it from the fabric. She leaned forward and he felt her hot, moist mouth cover the head of his cock.

  His hand stroked the soft hair cascading down her back.

  "Angelica."

  Her name choked from his throat, then he could say no more as she sucked deeply and he moaned at the exquisite sensation. She cupped his balls in the warmth of her hands and he was certain he grew another inch.

  Her mouth covered him totally, his cock gliding down her throat. It felt like he was inside her delicious pussy, being swallowed whole. She squeezed him with her throat muscles and he groaned loudly. She gagged a little, slid up his shaft and cradled the head in her mouth, her tongue traveling around the ridge of his cock head, sending his head spinning.

  His balls tightened and he felt the climax pushing forward. She sucked, then squeezed. He burst, filling her mouth with his seed.

  Which only made him want her more.

  As she released his spent cock, he drew her back, then he cupped her face between his hands and captured her lips. He grasped her waist and lifted as he rolled out from under her, then pinned her beneath his body as he plundered her mouth again.

  She smiled up at him, then parted the fabric of her skirt, revealing that she wore no panties beneath. He tugged the belt from her hips, sending coins and sequins spewing in all directions, then he stroked her pussy. She dripped with hot, wet desire.

  He grasped his cock, rock-solid once again, and pushed it to her waiting warmth.

  Angelica felt his hot, steel rod brush at her opening, then thrust inside her. She gasped at the intense pleasure.

  "Yes, Kadin. Take me."

  He kissed under her chin.

  "I should be pleasuring you, my love. Not indulging in my own urgent needs."

  He drew back slowly, then forward in a long, agonizingly slow thrust.

  "My need is just as urgent. I want you to take me fast and hard."

  He nodded. "That request I can grant."

  He drew back and thrust forward, grinding her into the mat below, the only protection from the cold, hard floor. He drew back and thrust forward again, and again, pounding into her. A hot wash of pleasure cascaded through her and she wailed.

  She clung to him tightly.

  "Yes, Kadin. Oh, God, yes."

  The orgasm swept over her, hard and fast, leaving her gasping for breath. He continued to thrust sharply until, finally, he spewed into her, his semen filling her with liquid heat. He collapsed on top of her, gasping.

  She loved feeling his whole weight upon her, relished it. After a few moments, he shifted slightly to one side, but kept her in the comfort of his arms. She nuzzled his cheek and he turned to gaze at her, the embers of his eyes still burning hotly.

  She kissed him and his arms tightened around her as he deepened the kiss. He scooped her up and carried her to his bed, then lay down, tucking her against his body.

  She nuzzled his chest, then kissed the satin-smooth skin drawn taut over steel-hard muscles. They lay in silence for a while. Angelica wanted to say something, but wasn't
sure of his mood. She didn't want to say anything to break the fragile connection between them.

  Finally, he spoke.

  "I'm surprised you came to me."

  "I … wanted to be with you again." She drew his hand to her cheek, then turned her head and kissed his palm. "I wanted to feel your touch again."

  He drew her face toward him and kissed her with tenderness.

  "I'm glad."

  She gazed at him.

  "I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you this morning. I shouldn't have said anything about…" She didn't want to bring up the debt, but she needed to apologize. "I know we connected last night. You gave me such pleasure and I knew that it had nothing to do with payment of a debt, but when the morning came, I was afraid you would not feel the same."

  Man, she was messing this up.

  "It's not that I expect anything more from you," she rushed on to say. "I don't. I only mean…" She gazed at him. "Our night together meant something special to me."

  "It should. I was your first time."

  She heard the regret in his voice at having taken her virginity.

  She cupped his cheek. "And I'm glad it was you."

  His brow furrowed. "Why?"

  "Because you were gentle and sweet. You treated me with respect. And you gave me the greatest pleasure of my life."

  His expression grew fierce and he kissed her long and hard, leaving her gasping for air.

  "Well, if my compliments affect you like that, I'll have to give them more often." She smiled.

  "Is that all it was? A compliment?"

  Her eyes widened, afraid she'd started another argument, but she saw amusement dance in his eyes. She walked her fingers up his solid chest.

  "Oh, no. Not at all. I wouldn't want to give you reason to be any more arrogant than you are."

  His eyes narrowed, then he burst out laughing. He scooped her up and strode across the room, then flung open the double doors and strode outside, into a private courtyard. He walked toward a small pool, the water glittering in the light of the full moon.

  "What are you doing?" She clung to his neck.

  He bounded down the steps at one end of the pool and into the water, then dropped her. She flailed her arms and gasped for breath before she submerged, then pulled herself up. She stood, pushing her head above water and laughed.

  The water was only slightly cooler than the hot air, and it felt delightful on her naked skin. He swam to one side and she followed him. He grabbed her and nudged her against the pool wall, trapping her between his arms. Then he kissed her, stealing her breath away. When his lips released hers, she laughed, then pushed his head underwater. He jerked back up and shook his head, spraying her with water. She squealed and laughed, trying to keep her head above water.

  He scooped her up and sat her on the edge of the pool, then spread her knees wide. His mouth clamped over her pussy, his lips and tongue hot against her cooled flesh.

  "Ooooh." She opened her legs wider as his head bobbed up and down, his elbows anchoring him on the side of the pool.

  His tongue drove hard into her vagina, then cajoled her clit lightly. Two of his fingers slid into her slit and he stroked the wall of her vagina while licking and sucking her clitoris. Within moments, wild pleasure catapulted through her and she arched and gasped, riding the orgasm with enthusiasm.

  She slumped back on the hard ground. He pushed himself from the pool and sat beside her, stroking her hip. She sat up and curled her arms around her knees.

  "Kadin? You remember when you chained me up and brought those three women in to dance?"

  "How could I forget?"

  "I've been thinking about how those women, uh … dressed like men."

  "Dressed?" He chuckled. "You mean because they wore penises?"

  She nodded. "I was thinking about how they made love to the woman in red. You know. One in front and one in back. Like two men."

  His expression grew stormy.

  "You will not have a second man make love to you. I will not allow it."

  Chapter Ten

  Angelica smiled at his possessiveness.

  "They weren't men making love to her."

  His taut features relaxed and a smile curled his lips.

  "You would be open to another woman playing the part?"

  Her insides quivered at the thought of the double pleasure. She nodded.

  His smile broadened. "I see." He pushed himself to a sitting position. "Since we're speaking of playing a part …" He stroked her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I made an error that first night, thinking you were playing a role, wanting to be dominated by your captor."

  "Yes, I remember."

  "Those books you had … you find the idea of being captured and dominated exciting, don't you?"

  She hesitated.

  "It was scary when I thought it was for real."

  "Yes, I understand. I never meant it to be like that."

  She rested her hand on his arm. "I know that now."

  He squeezed her hand.

  "I am wondering, though …" he continued. "That is something that would excite you, isn't it? As long as you knew it was play-acting?"

  She stared at him, considering his words. Her insides quivered at the thought.

  "If it was play-acting, yes. We'd need a safety word, though. Something I could say that would indicate that I want to stop."

  "I see. That way you can protest and make it seem like you are really struggling against your captor, keeping the realism, while allowing you an escape."

  "That's right."

  He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

  "The safety word will be airplane. I will have someone bring you a gown."

  He strode past his discarded pants and exited the room. Being master of his domain seemed to mean he didn't mind walking the halls of the palace naked.

  A few moments later, a female servant arrived and handed her a long, white, gauze gown and a hairbrush, then she lit some candles and two oil lamps, turned off the lights and left.

  Angelica found a towel in the ensuite bathroom and rubbed her hair vigorously, leaving it fairly dry after her unexpected swim, then she tugged on the gown and brushed her hair. After a few moments, she returned to the bedroom, wondering when Kadin would return … and with whom.

  The room seemed strangely quiet in the soft light of the lamps. She closed the bathroom door and stepped toward the bed.

  A hand clamped around her mouth and she was pulled back against a solid chest. A bearded man wearing a flowing tunic and billowy pants stepped in front of her.

  "You are our prisoner," he said in a gruff, young man's voice. "You will do exactly as you are told."

  Angelica's heart drummed loudly. This must be one of Kadin's women disguised with a fake beard, but she was doing a wonderful job of acting like a man. Unless Kadin had decided to bring another man after all. She wasn't sure she was quite ready for that.

  Unable to protest verbally with Kadin's hand tight over her mouth, she shook her head. An errant thought ricocheted through her brain. What if this wasn't Kadin and a companion? What if these were enemies who had broken into the palace to kidnap her? Her body stiffened.

  The man holding her murmured in her ear. "If you seek safety when your mouth is gagged, tap three times, any way you can."

  Kadin's voice. She relaxed.

  Tap three times. She could tap the ground with her foot, but later that might not be possible. She pressed her fingertips to his thigh and tapped three times. Kadin released her and the other person stepped back. Satisfied, Angelica took Kadin's arm and tucked it back around her chest, then leaned back against him.

  "Now, how do I un-escape?"

  He smiled and clutched her against him again. He lifted her straight up and dragged her to the bed, then thrust her upon it. The other man grabbed her wrists and bound them together, then tugged them over her head and tied them to the wrought iron headboard. She tugged, trying to free herself, but th
e bonds held fast.

  "No, don't do this," she pleaded as the other person unfastened his belt. The pants dropped to the floor, but his gender was still hidden by the tunic.

  Kadin grasped her ankles and tugged them down, extending her legs. The other man tugged off his tunic, revealing a very long, hard penis dangling between his legs, which was translucent blue. Also, small, but definitely feminine, breasts.

  He climbed over Angelica and stroked his long, hard cock. Kadin, still grasping her ankles, forced her legs open. Angelica felt hot liquid pool in her pussy. He settled between her legs and groped Angelica's breasts. Although roughly executed, as a captor would, the caresses were extremely arousing. Her nipples poked forward and he sucked one deep in his mouth. The beard tickled a little, but the delicate play of his tongue on her hard nipple had her gasping.

  The man's hand tested her readiness then he thrust his penis into her. She gasped at the sudden invasion.

  "Nooooo," she wailed, loving every minute of it.

  The man kissed her neck as he thrust into her, again and again.

  "Oh, my God." She was coming. So fast. The man thrust harder. She moaned and arched, then fell back against the bed.

  Before she had time to catch her breath, Kadin grabbed her hips and flipped her over, then tucked a pillow under her stomach, which forced her ass into the air. A second later, she felt a finger stroke her ass, then nudge her opening. Another finger, slippery, pressed against her opening, then eased inside. A large, masculine hand, definitely Kadin's, reached under and stroked her pussy, then flicked her clit. She moaned at the intense sensation. It was still highly stimulated from her recent orgasm. She realized something firmer and bigger pushed at her ass, and started to slip inside her. The other man's cock, still slippery from Angelica's juices. It pushed slowly forward as Kadin stimulated her clit. She had to stop herself from arching back, which would drive the cock deep into her ass. The man moved forward slowly and purposefully, stretching Angelica slowly.

  Finally, she felt the man's hot body tight against her back, the small, pointy breasts pressing against her shoulder blades, the penis embedded fully inside her. The man began to move in slow, gliding thrusts, and Kadin continued his stroking on her clit. The two sensations drove through her, overwhelming her. She arched her hips forward, then back, driving the cock deeper within her. Ecstasy washed through her and she wailed.