Chapter Eleven
"You want to make love again?" Angelica asked.
"Not really," he said as he sat up and lifted her over his hips onto her knees. He wrapped one hand around his newly rejuvenated erection and drew her forward, until the head of his cock nudged her opening.
"You could have fooled me."
He chuckled, then pulled her down, impaling her. He drew her forward until she lay on top of him, his cock buried inside her.
"I don't want to make love now, but I would like permission to awaken you with an orgasm."
"Oh. I see."
She wasn't entirely sure she could wait that long, but he stilled her shifting, stimulating movements and held her against his chest. He stroked her back, soothing her until, after a few moments, she relaxed, enjoying the feel of his big cock stretching her vagina. Eventually, she even fell asleep.
* * *
A long, hard cock moved within her. Angelica's eyes opened. She was on her back and Kadin, wonderful, glorious Kadin, was above her, slowly thrusting his wickedly erect cock into her.
Her nipples, already hard, pointed upward. Pleasure washed through her already, as though carried through on a dream. His thrusts became short and hard and she moaned, the orgasm already lapping at her consciousness.
"You like being fucked hard, don't you, my love?"
The waves crested higher.
"Only by your enormous cock, my captor," she murmured, her voice quivering.
He smiled and thrust deep, pinning her to the bed. Then he did the most amazing thing. He rocked his hips, swiveled to the left, then spiraled his hips.
"Ohhhh my God I'm coming!!!!!"
He spiraled again and she wailed.
"Oh yes ... Oh yes ... oh yeeeeeessssssss!" She gasped and wailed again.
She heard the door open and close, but she ignored it, riding the intense orgasm.
He thrust in short strokes. Hard. Fast. Driving her to heaven. He groaned and exploded within her.
When he collapsed on top of her, she glanced sideways to see Naja standing beside the bed, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Kadin, Naja is here," Angelica murmured against his ear.
"Yes, I know."
He sat up, still embedded inside Angelica.
"What is it?"
Naja leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. His expression didn't change, yet seemed to change totally. He murmured in Naja's ear, then smiled down at Angelica.
In a commanding voice, while allowing his face to turn stern, he said, "Now, captive slave. It is my partner's turn."
Naja had turned her back to them and her robes shifted with her movements. She turned around and Angelica could see she had strapped on the translucent penis again. He stepped toward the bed as Kadin shifted away, then he climbed over Angelica. He kissed her, hard and passionate, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, invading every recess until Angelica's tongue danced in response. He grasped Angelica's breasts and squeezed them, stimulating the nipples to rigid need, then he sucked one in his mouth. She gasped.
The cock slid between Angelica's thighs and thrust inside her. The man pinned her wrists to the bed and fucked her with short hard strokes, his small, pointed breasts bouncing up and down.
Angelica leaned forward and caught one in her mouth, sucking hard, causing him to gasp. Within moments, both of them cried out in orgasm and slumped back on the bed.
* * *
"Where is Kadin?" Angelica suddenly realized he was not in the room. She'd assumed he'd been watching the two of them.
Naja unfastened the straps and slid the cock from her pussy.
"Dhiya telephoned. That's what I came to tell him. He's gone to get her. She wants to come home."
Dhiya? Angelica's heart sank.
* * *
Angelica glanced up as the door opened. Naja entered.
"Kadin wishes to see you."
Angelica nodded. Now, he would send her home. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving. Of never knowing his touch again.
Naja led Angelica along the marble hallways and through a large, arched doorway. They entered a huge room with marble columns and a small pool with a fountain under a large skylight. On the other side of the burbling water, she saw Kadin talking to a young woman with long, dark hair flowing to her waist. Dhiya? He drew her close to him, hugging her and kissed her temple.
The easy affection they shared caused Angelica's stomach to curdle. Clearly, the two of them were meant to be together. Angelica watched them as she and Naja crossed the large room. She quickly realized this was the woman who'd mugged her in the airport! The woman had pointed a gun at her and demanded her clothes, ticket and passport.
She did not intend to tell any of that to Kadin. He would not believe her anyway. This was his beloved Dhiya. Even though Dhiya had dumped him and run off, she now seemed to want him back, and he seemed just fine with that.
As Angelica approached, close on Naja's heels, the young woman eased away from Kadin and glanced at Angelica. Kadin took Dhiya's elbow and walked toward an arched doorway to the right. Naja and Angelica followed them.
They entered a room about twenty feet square with upholstered settees.
Kadin dismissed Naja.
"Sit," he said, once she'd gone.
Angelica sank onto the settee facing the couple. When Kadin glanced at her, there was nothing in his expression to show he even knew her, let alone that they'd shared the most sexually intimate acts together. Nothing of the affection or tenderness she longed to see. In fact, his expression seemed stern as he glanced at Angelica, then Dhiya.
Dhiya bowed her head toward Angelica. "Hello, Angelica. My name is Dhiya."
Dhiya folded her hands in her lap. "I wish to apologize for what I did to you. I know my actions have caused you a great deal of trouble and inconvenience. I also know that Kadin blamed you and probably threatened to punish you."
Her hand rested on Kadin's arm. "He refused to tell me what happened between the two of you, but I know he can be quite intimidating when he puts his mind to it, so I hope he didn't frighten you."
Dhiya searched Angelica's face for an answering emotion, but Angelica kept her expression neutral.
"If there is anything I can do to repay you, please tell me."
Nothing could ever repay her for what she had lost.
Kadin.
The only thing Angelica wanted from Dhiya was answers. She longed to know how she had wound up in these unfortunate circumstances.
"I'd like to know why you left?"
Dhiya stared down at her hands folded in her lap.
"I suppose you have a right to know." She drew a deep breath and faced Angelica again. "You see, there was a man."
Another man? Angelica's gaze darted to Kadin. His jaw tensed and his smoky eyes darkened with pain.
"He was an Englishman, related to the British Ambassador. He, Drake, lived here for about a year. Kadin and I had entertained the Ambassador and his friends many times and a romance developed between Drake and me. We kept it a secret, of course."
Angelica tried to keep the horror she felt from showing in her eyes. Dhiya had been having an affair. Had Kadin known about it?
"When the time came for Drake to leave, he begged me to go with him. I knew Kadin would never let me go, so Drake came up with a plan. I would find a woman at the airport who looked similar to me. You know, height, build, hair. I'm so glad you had long hair, by the way, because otherwise I would have had to cut mine. I would have hated to do that, and Kadin would have been severely displeased. Anyway, you know the rest. I took your place on the flight. In your clothes and with your passport, the officials hardly glanced at me."
And what about what would happen to me? Angelica wanted to ask, but bit her tongue.
Dhiya leaned forward.
"I am truly sorry for what I put you through. I put my emerald necklace in your bag to thank you, but I know that does not make up for the inconvenience I have caused you. In fact, I su
ppose it wound up causing you more trouble since Kadin probably thought you'd stolen it.
Inconvenience? Is that what she called it?
"What happened to the man? Drake?" Angelica asked.
Dhiya's expression crumpled and her face tilted downward. "He was just using me."
Kadin slipped an arm around her waist and drew her close, comforting her.
"He thought he would attain wealth and position by marrying me," Dhiya continued, "but when he found out all I had were the clothes on my back ... your clothes ... he dumped me. When I found myself lost and alone in a foreign land, I called Kadin." She glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her. "I knew he would come and bring me back."
"You are lucky that he loves you so much he would still take you back." The words escaped before Angelica could stop them.
"Take me back?"
Angelica glanced from Kadin to Dhiya, but Kadin's eyes were for Dhiya only.
"I mean, because you'd run off with another man."
Dhiya gazed at Angelica skeptically. She patted Kadin's hand, and said, "Would you mind leaving Angelica and I alone?"
"Why?" he asked, in typical male fashion.
"Because she probably has more questions for me and I think she would be more comfortable if you weren't here."
"Fine, but let me know when you're done. I'd like to speak to her privately, too."
He left the room and Dhiya leaned closer.
"Tell me, Angelica. What happened between the two of you while I was gone?"
Chapter Twelve
Angelica froze, her heart hammering in her chest. Did Dhiya suspect that Kadin and Angelica had made love? Could she somehow read it in Angelica's face? Or Kadin's?
"I think you should ask Kadin that," Angelica responded.
"I did, but he won't tell me." Dhiya's eyes narrowed. "What do you know of Kadin and my relationship?"
"I know he loves you very much."
"Anything else?"
"No. I assume you aren't married, because he didn't refer to you as his wife."
"Married? No, we aren't."
Angelica's stomach clenched. She didn't know what the woman was driving at, but if she suspected that Kadin had made love to Angelica, she could be in real trouble. If Dhiya insisted on a harsh punishment, and if she thought Angelica was a threat she probably would, then Kadin would have no choice but to carry it out.
Dhiya stood up and headed for the door. "I need to have a word with my ... with Kadin. Wait here."
* * *
Kadin waited impatiently for Dhiya to finish with Angelica. When he saw her leave the room, he strode toward the door.
"Kadin, wait." Dhiya grasped his elbow.
"Not now, Dhiya. I must speak with Angelica."
"I need to have a word with you first."
He tugged his elbow free and sent her a stern glare. "I told you not now. This is important."
"Same old Kadin, I see," she grumbled as he strode past her.
The sight of Angelica sitting on the settee, looking lost and lonely, crumpled his heart. What must she think of him? He had blamed her for what turned out to be Dhiya's misdeed. Angelica had claimed her innocence and he had called her a liar.
He sat down across from her.
"Angelica, I wish to add my apology to Dhiya's. I am sorry I did not believe you."
She nodded, but said nothing.
"I accused you of doing wrong to my family, but it seems we have wronged you." His back stiffened as he prepared himself for his next words. "And me. I have taken something from you that I cannot return like I can your belongings."
He held out a velvet bag in which were her clothing and passport. She accepted it, placing it demurely on her lap, not meeting his gaze.
"I cannot give you back your innocence, something that should have been given to your husband alone. I have blackened your honor and my own. The only way I can make amends is by asking you to marry me."
"What?" Her eyes widened and she stared at him in absolute horror.
His heart compressed, but still he sank to his knees and took her hand.
"Angelica, will you marry me?"
She tugged her hand free and leaped to her feet. "No. I just want to go home."
Her abrupt refusal hurt. He knew she didn't love him, but he loved her and he believed, in time, she would grow to love him back. He could not leave it like this.
"Angelica, please consider my proposal. I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
Her chest rose and fell with emotion. "Even give up ..." She waved her hand rapidly toward the door. "You know ..." Her hand waved faster. "Her."
Her? Was she referring to Naja? Angelica seemed to enjoy having the other woman in their bed, but maybe jealousy had reared its head in the light of day.
"If you ask it, there will be only you in my bed."
"You'd give her up?" she asked in clear disbelief.
"I'll give up all of them."
"There are more?"
"Angelica, you met three of them that first night. The dancers."
She sank onto the settee, her cheeks blanching.
"I'm sorry, Kadin," she said flatly. "I know you're trying to do the right thing, but I can't marry you."
She sucked in a deep breath and it looked like she fought back tears. His heart ached with wanting to draw her into his arms and comfort her, but he knew she would refuse it he tried.
"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 ti
ghtened 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.
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