"Please, may I go back to my room?" she asked.
"Of course."
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Kadin burst through Angelica's door and stormed toward her. He dropped to one knee on the bed and scooped her into his arms then dragged her against his body, his lips capturing hers. His tongue mastered hers as he plundered her mouth, her breasts crushed against his rock-wall of a chest, his hands tangling in her hair. Finally, his mouth parted from hers. He kissed her temples, along her jaw-line, then took her mouth again. When he freed her a second time, she gasped for air.
"Tell me you love me," he demanded.
"No."
She knew she should say more, be more adamant, but how could she think with him so close? With every breath of air, her breasts crushed against him. Her nipples spiked and her breathing accelerated.
She pushed at his solid chest, but to no avail. She struggled in his embrace, until he climbed over her, pinning her between his thighs and settling his weight on her hips. She beat her fists against his chest until he captured her wrists and pinned them over her head, then swooped in for another kiss. The delicate play of his lips on hers left her breathless.
He kissed her again and again until the fight drained from her. He nuzzled her neck, then his lips danced down her chest. Holding her wrists pinned with one hand, he unfastened the buttons of her gown and pushed aside the fabric, baring one breast. Her traitorous nipple spiked upward, as though reaching for him. He took it in his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, then dabbed on the tip until she thought she would weep with the pleasure.
"Please stop."
His fingers trailed down her stomach as his lips found her other nipple.
"No," she whimpered.
Her lips opened to say the safety word, but she couldn't utter it, her body betraying her with its overwhelming need for him.
He chuckled.
"That's all right, my love. Utter all the protests you want. I know how it embellishes the experience."
She nearly protested at his arrogance, but he sucked her nipple deep in his mouth at the same time as his fingers stroked over her clitoris. Her resolve scattered. Her entire universe was his touch and the pleasure it brought.
He kissed down her belly and eased her legs apart as his fingers slipped inside her. Her body welcomed him. His tongue dabbed at her clit. Her fingers curled in his hair as he tortured her with his exquisitely talented tongue.
"Oh, yes, Kadin." Pleasure quivered through her core then blossomed outward. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She moaned. "I'm so close."
He swirled and spiraled. A familiar heat washed through her and her body tensed. Heightening pleasure curled through her.
"Oh, God, I'm coming. ..." The words trailed off in a long wail as ecstasy exploded through every cell in her body.
He kissed her temple.
"Tell me you love me," he murmured.
"No, I—"
He stroked his hand along her throat, then grasped her chin and kissed her again, his tongue coaxing hers in a sensual dance. Liquid pleasure oozed through her. He gazed down at her, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes simmering embers.
"Now tell me the truth."
She wanted to. Desperately. She longed to declare her deep and undying love, but she couldn't. He wanted to marry her to right a wrong, not because he loved her. If she admitted her love, he would insist on her marrying him.
He watched her carefully. She couldn't hide the play of emotions across her face. She was too weak from the emotional turmoil. And his proximity.
She couldn't lie to him. But she couldn't tell him the truth.
He brushed his lips on hers in a delicate caress.
"You don't have to answer. I can see it in your eyes."
She shook her head.
"It doesn't matter. I won't marry you," she insisted.
"Angelica, I love you." The tenderness in his eyes almost made her believe it was true, but she was sure he was only saying it to convince her to marry him.
Tears pushed at her eyes, but she blinked them back. She had longed to hear those words from him, but not like this.
"You love Dhiya," she said.
To her total surprise, he chuckled.
"Yes, I do, but that has nothing to do with us."
A thought tumbled through her brain. Oh, God. He wanted her to be part of a harem. Why hadn't she realized that before? Would Dhiya accept that?
Of course, she would. It was part of her culture. And she had the advantage, because she would be the main wife. That was clear.
"Is my love for Dhiya the only reason you refuse to marry me?"
"I can't be one of many wives."
He cupped her face with one hand and smiled, a joyful light dancing through his eyes.
"I will take only one wife, Angelica. You."
"But … aren't you going to marry Dhiya?"
He shook his head. "I don't know about your country, but here a man does not marry his sister."
Silence hung between them as Angelica tried to comprehend his words.
"Dhiya is my sister." He spoke each word with clear precision.
"Sister?"
"Yes." He watched her expression carefully.
"But …" Thoughts tumbled through her head, barely coherent. "That means …"
"It means there's no reason for you to refuse me."
She gazed at him in awe.
"You really do love me?"
He smiled at her tenderly.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you."
Joy skyrocketed through her. Kadin loved her!
She smiled and slid her hand down his sculpted abs to encircle his erection. She stroked his long, hard cock.
"So, you have made me your prisoner and now I must submit to your desire."
He grinned and captured her hands once again, then kissed her hard, pressing her deep into the pillows. She felt his cock nudge her pussy.
"You are a wonderfully seductive captive."
He thrust forward and she almost screamed at the pleasure of his hard shaft gliding through her tight vagina. He held his pelvis firmly against her and she squeezed her muscles around him, gripping his cock in a tight embrace.
"Oh," he choked. "My love."
He stroked her hair and kissed her. Tender. Loving. Then he shifted back and plummeted into her again. The deep stroke took her breath away.
He thrust again and she gasped. Her vagina contracted then pulsed with pleasure. Again he thrust. And again. Heat flared along her nerve-endings then washed through her cells. She moaned and an orgasm shimmered through her then erupted into an inferno of bliss.
Kadin clung to her, pounding into her hard and fast. She cried out, her fingers tangled in his hair. He stiffened and thrust, holding tight against her. Liquid heat filled her.
A moment later, he slumped onto her, his cock still buried deep inside her.
"You know, you still haven't told me you love me," he observed.
"Maybe I need more encouragement."
He grasped her hips and rolled over. She now sat on top of him.
"Right now, I think it's me who needs encouragement."
She shifted up and down, squeezing his cock mercilessly. She licked her finger and stroked across her nipple. He watched her movement closely.
She stroked his lips with her fingertip, then eased her finger inside his moist mouth. She drew her finger away and stroked it over her nipple again, leaving it glistening, then she leaned forward until the hard nub brushed his lips. He sucked it inside. The exciting feel of her nipple rolling under his tongue, accompanied by his now steel-hard shaft inside her, sent pleasure spinning through her. She started to move, shifting up and down on him. He licked her other nipple and stroked the first with his fingers as she rode him, faster and faster.
"Oh, God. Oh, yeeeeessss!" A flash fire swept through Angelica and she wailed in release. His cock spewed again.
She collapsed on him. Her face
rested on the satin skin of his hard chest. She could hear his heart beating inside.
Beating with love for me. She smiled as she stroked her finger along his ribs.
"I do love you, Kadin."
His arms tightened around her, then his finger tucked under her chin and he lifted her face. His gaze locked with hers and she could see the joy glimmering in his eyes, like stardust on a midnight sky.
He kissed her, his lips moving on hers with such tenderness and love she felt tears well up. He rolled over and stared down at her.
"Angelica, will you marry me?"
She smiled and wrapped her hands around his neck. "Yes."
His smile lit the room then his mouth crashed down on hers in a passionate, breathtaking kiss.
"Now, what about the other women in your life?"
"You're not still worried about Dhiya?"
"No, I was thinking of Naja, and the dancers, and I don't know how many others."
"My harem is not large, only twenty or so."
"Twenty?"
"But I will not touch any of them now that I have you."
"Won't that leave them lonely?"
"In truth, most of them prefer the company of other women. They abide me because I am a fair and loving master and I provide a better life than they would have otherwise."
"So you'll let them stay?" she asked.
"If you will allow it, but as I said, I will not have them in my bed."
"Let's just think about this for a moment. When we're married, everything you own is mine, too. Right?"
"Of course. All that I have is yours." He grinned. "Why do you ask?"
She remembered the dancers touching her body, bringing her to orgasm, then Naja acting as her male captor and thrusting into her at the same time as Kadin.
"Well, I just think having a harem could prove very interesting."
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About Opal Carew
As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, and three cats. One of her sons is pursuing his Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and the other is working on his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!
Other Books by Opal Carew
Contemporary erotic short stories and novellas
Taken By Storm (prequel to His To Possess)
Debt of Honor
Ready To Ride biker series
· Hot Ride
· Wild Ride
· Riding Steele (Oct 2014)
Three series (also available as the boxed set Three Happy Endings)
#1: Three (also available in the anthology Northern Heat)
#2: Three Men and a Bride
#3: Three Secrets
The Office Slave series (also available as The Office Slave Series, Book 1 & 2)
#1: The Office Slave (this is also Red Hot Fantasies #3)
#2: The Boss
#3: On Her Knees
Red Hot Fantasies series (also available as the Red Hot Fantasies Boxed Set)
#1: The Male Stripper
#2: The Stranger
#3: The Office Slave
#4: The Captive (coming soon)
#5: The Bridal Affair (coming soon)
Futuristic erotic romance novellas
Slaves of Love (also available in the anthology Turn Up The Heat)
Celestial Soul-Mates series
Book 1: The King and I
Book 2: The Commander's Woman
Book 3: Passion Play
Book 4: Love Unexpected (tbd)
Book 5: Fantasy Bound (tbd)
Contemporary erotic romance novels
His To Claim
His To Possess
His To Command
Illicit
Insatiable
Secret Weapon
Total Abandon
Pleasure Bound
Bliss
Forbidden Heat
Secret Ties
Six
Blush
Swing
Twin Fantasies
Excerpts
If you would like to read more Opal Carew stories, she recommends HOT RIDE, the first of her new READY TO RIDE biker erotic romance series, which leads into WILD RIDE and RIDING STEELE.
Or if you want hotter and shorter, Opal recommends her OFFICE SLAVE series, currently consisting of THE OFFICE SLAVE, THE BOSS, and ON HER KNEES. (The first two stories are available at a significant discount in THE OFFICE SLAVE SERIES, BOOK 1 & 2 BOXED SET.
Here are short excepts from HOT RIDE and THE OFFICE SLAVE...
Hot Ride
Opal Carew
Hot, hard, fast, and handles like a dream!
Oh yeah, and the bike's not bad either.
Hayley is looking for more excitement in her life, but doesn’t know how to find it.
Excitement finds Rip, a biker who’s seen more than his share of trouble.
When trouble finds Rip yet again and a bar brawl starts, both he and Hayley are thrown to the curb.
Hayley knows this is her chance to find the excitement she so craves, but Rip doesn’t want to be some good girl’s bad-boy experience, so he turns down her advances, leaving her feeling rejected.
But life is never that simple for Rip, and he soon finds himself in her bed and wanting more. When his three biker friends show up, Hayley’s love of numbers turns into an erotic adventure none of them will ever forget.
But is there a chance for more than that between Hayley and Rip? Find out by taking a Hot Ride you’ll never forget.
Excerpt
The young woman—Hayley—gazed at Rip, her eyes widened. Well, fuck, of course she’d be nervous about walking down a dark alley with the likes of him. If she were his sister, he wouldn’t want her taking a chance like that.
He took her hand and raised it to his mouth. The feel of her soft skin as he brushed his lips against it made him long to feel more of her. His groin tightened at the thought of kissing her, then exploring her round, beautiful breasts. The creamy swell of them exposed by her deep neckline had been teasing him all evening.
"I promise. I’ll get you to your hotel, safe and sound."
She stared into his eyes, mesmerized, then she nodded.
He smiled and took her hand, then led her into the alley. A cat darted in front of them, startling her. She drew close to him, clutching his arm. The feel of her warm, soft body pressed to his side sent his hormones to alert status, but he ignored that and slipped his arm around her protectively, drawing her close. It didn’t help that he kept remembering when her gaze had dropped to his crotch with obvious interest after he’d told her about his name. He was glad she didn’t know that he actually got the name because his fellow bikers had caught him reading Ripley’s Believe It or Not one day.
She took another step, but then stopped. "There’s another problem."
"What’s that?"
"Well, I’m basically barefoot, and I have no idea what might be on the ground ahead."
"Right. I’m pretty sure I saw broken glass near where I parked the bike."
"I could hobble along with my broken—Oh!"
He scooped her up into his arms and she slid her hands around his shoulders.
* * *
Oh, God, Hayley felt so tiny and light in this big man’s arms. She could stay here all day, lulled in his embrace. As he walked, the gentle rocking of his body soothed her.
"We’re here."
Her eyelids popped open. Had she really dozed off? The combination of white wine spritzers, a long flight in, and staying up way too late last night finishing up work, since she was taking an extra long weekend, was knocking her on her butt.
She glanced toward a big, powerful looking motorcycle parked close to the brick wall. It was black and intimidating, adorned with a blazing red and orange flame. It had shiny chrome wheels and a big, black leather seat.
"It’s nice," she said as he carried her toward it.
"Nice?" He chuckled and set her on her feet beside it. "Maybe big. Dangerous. Powerful." He grinned. "But nice?"
Oh, God, he was big and dangerous and powerful. Everything she dreamed of when she thought about her wildest fantasies coming true. And here he was, smiling down at her. She already missed his strong arms around her.
She gazed into his midnight blue eyes. "I like big, dangerous and powerful." She stepped closer and flattened her hand on his hard, muscular chest. The feel of rock-solid, sculpted muscles under the thin fabric of his T-shirt set her heart thumping. "Like you."
She dropped her shoes and purse, and slid her hands over his shoulders then stroked his raspy cheek. His eyes simmered with heat as she tipped up her face, then drew him toward her. His mouth brushed hers lightly, and she flicked her tongue against his lips and slid timidly inside. He growled and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tighter to his hard body, then gliding his tongue deep into her mouth.
She melted against him, heat simmering through her. But then he drew back.
"This isn’t a good idea."
She blinked at his words. He was rejecting her?
"Don’t you find me attractive?"
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