by Opal Carew
"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 the Author
Opal Carew is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She was named "Fresh Face of Erotic Fiction 2009" and her books have won the Award of Excellence, Golden Leaf Award, and Golden Quill Award. They have also been finalists for the National Readers' Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Laurel Wreath Award, Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, and Passionate Plume Award. Also, her book TOTAL ABANDON is a finalist for RT Book Reviews magazine’s best erotic book of 2011 award.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork,
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 passions as a writer. She lives in Canada with her husband, two sons and two cats.
To learn more about Opal, visit her website at www.opalcarew.com, or contact her at [email protected].
Books by Opal Carew
Contemporary erotic romance
Insatiable
Secret Weapon
Total Abandon
Pleasure Bound
Bliss
Forbidden Heat
Secret Ties
Six
Blush
Swing
Twin Fantasies
Futuristic erotic romance
Slaves of Love
Celestial Soul-Mates series
Book 1: The King and I
Book 2: The Commander's Woman
Book 3: Passion Play
Fantasy erotic romance
Crystal Genie
Contemporary erotic short stories and novellas
Three
Debt of Honor
Red Hot Fantasies series
Volume 1: The Male Stripper
Volume 2: The Stranger
Volume 3: The Office Slave (coming soon)
Volume 4: The Captive (coming soon)
Volumn 5: The Bridal Affair (coming soon)
Books by Amber Carew
Contemporary romance
In Too Deep
The Cinderella Obsession
Virgin Wanted
Contemporary fantasy romance
Christmas Angel
I Dream of Genie
Spellbound
Contemporary futuristic romance
Virtual Love
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If you enjoyed this story, you might like to try SLAVES OF LOVE, one of Opal's futuristic erotic romances.
For something a little hotter, you might like one of Opal Carew's contemporary erotic short story series called RED HOT FANTASIES. , SLAVES OF LOVE.
If you'd like something a lot hotter, you might enjoy one of Opal Carew's contemporary erotic romances, INSATIABLE.
An excerpt of each of these four books is included below.
Slaves of Love
by Opal Carew
When Shena betrayed Keern, he swore revenge. Now she is his slave…
Shena is a pawn to her father's desire to extend his holdings. She's known neither kindness nor love, until one fateful day when she meets Keern. In a few passionate hours together, he teaches her what it means to feel loved and protected. She would do anything to protect him from her father's greed, but in a moment of weakness, she reveals Keern's identity and sets in motion a series of events that lead to his brother's death and her sale as a slave.
Keern believes Shena betrayed him. When she plays the venomous shrew to push him away and keep him safe, he falls for the act and grows to hate her. When his brother dies, he swears his revenge and tracks her all the way to the auction blocks. He purchases her for his slave, but will he find satisfaction for his rage or will the overwhelming sexual attraction they share make him her slave instead?
Excerpt
Shena stood in the center of the finely appointed room, feeling a little faint. Two leather chairs sat facing a large window, the drawn curtains hiding whatever view lay beyond. She longed to sink into one of the chairs and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep even if she dared to sit. Which she did not.
Over the weeks aboard the trader ship, she had learned very well what happened when she disobeyed whatever man happened to be master at the time. Her back still stung from the lashes she'd received, a punishment she'd been told many slave owners preferred, probably for its entertainment value. Just like her father had. She preferred to avoid any more and she felt certain sitting without being given permission would be considered disobedient.
A door opened. She did not look at the man. That would be a sign of insolence. She kept her gaze cast downward.
"Look at me."
She glanced up at him with unfocused eyes, making out the vague image of a tall, bearded man with dark, piercing eyes.
Keern stared at her, acutely aware of the hollows at the base of her neck and the gaunt look of her face. She had lost weight.
She stared up at him with eyes dull and lifeless, until her gaze caught on his—and held. A glimmer of fear, and possibly—pain?—rippled across the placid blue pools, but no recognition.
He strode toward her and grabbed her chin, a little too roughly, and locked gazes with her.
"Look at my face. Do you remember me?"
Confusion washed across her features, then recognition sparked in her eyes.
"Keern." His name shuddered from her. Her voice, trembling with torment, quavered slightly.
* * *
He savored the effect, committing it to memory, tucked away in a place he could retrieve it often to soothe the vivid recall of pain too long subdued. Inflicted by her. Of a heart too long shattered. Broken by her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
His gaze locked on hers and held tight. She shrank slightly.
"I own you and I intend to make you pay for the death of my brother."
She stood trembling.
"You lied to your father. You told him I'd stolen your virginity. He and his men attacked my family. He killed my brother, thinking it was me."
She shook her head, her eyes wide and liquid.
"I know, Keern. I'm so sorry. I—"
"Shut up!" he barked.
She flinched at his harsh words and he pressed towards her.
"There is one reason, and one reason only, why you are here. So I can punish you for the pain you have caused." His jaw clenched around the words.
"But I didn't—"
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your lies."
"You won't let me explain?"
"Why should I? I remember all too well how good you are at deceit."
He stepped toward her. Her back stiffened and she refused to step back, but she couldn't quite hide the flicker of trepidation in her eyes.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked.
She held up her chained hands, eyes glittering with defiance. The chain clinked together, swinging back and forth in an arc.
"You hold the key to my destiny. You decide if I live or die. I'd be a fool not to fear you."
Unwanted admiration flickered through him.
He took another step toward her, putting his chest within an inch of the tip of her breasts.
Keern expected her to retreat, to step back from his looming presence, but she stood firm, claiming a small piece of ground as her own.
Surveying her with a cool sweep of his eyes, intending to shake her damnable calm, he felt his body tense with anticipation of what was to come. Her simple, white gown followed the curves of her body in an alluring fashion—and only two thin straps held it up.
He'd waited so long. He'd imagined his revenge a thousand times. Now he could barely restrain himself. But he would. He planned to enjoy this to the fullest. He would linger over every step. Her breasts rose and fell in an unsteady rhythm, though she held her head high and didn't flinch at his perusal.
Yes, he could wait. To feel her body writhe beneath his own, as her vulnerable flesh succumbed to his strength. To taste her sweet womanly flesh with his tongue, especially the honey-tipped nipples that remained in his dreams, perpetually glazed with shimmering droplets of water. To smell the womanly scent of her as she responded to him, with the slippery glaze of feminine readiness. To see her face, tilted back in the agony of blissful passion, overwhelmed into vibrant submission. To hear her beg for the release only
he could provide, as he was so sure she would, then the strangled moan of pleasure as she slipped from this reality to the 'little death' of orgasm.
Yes, he would enjoy this. But, if his desire was for revenge, why did his fantasy include her pleasure? Perhaps it was simply the male need to know he could satisfy his woman.
The Male Stripper
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to live…
Excerpt
Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel of his thick, hard, hot shaft in her hand melted her insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.
"Oh, God, it’s so… big."
She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.
"His cock’s looking a bit lonely over there," Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it needs some company?"
She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She’d seen Cal’s cock at the party, but not up close and personal.
He stripped of his black pants, then his briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don’s and definitely thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina clenched in need.
"I’m starting to feel like this was a setup." Don glanced at Cal with a grin.
"Is that a problem?" Cal asked.
Don’s eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I think it means."
Cal winked. "It does."
Don sent Becca a devilish smile. "Excellent. So, pretty lady, let’s get on with the action."
She giggled and stroked both their cocks, gliding her hands up and down their big members. Don groaned and elation fluttered through her. Both he and Cal were hunky sex Gods, yet both wanted to be with her. She leaned forward and licked the tip of Don’s cock.
"Oh, yeah. I like that."
She opened her mouth and glided over his cockhead, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his tip, then spiraled downward and teased the underside of his corona.
"Oh, pretty lady, that is fantastic."
With one hand wrapped around Cal’s cock while she stroked him, she had her other hand wrapped tight around the base of Don’s shaft as she licked and squeezed him in her mouth. She glided off Don and took Cal in her mouth. He was bigger and stretched her mouth wide. He was long and hard and she glided as deep as she could go, then squeezed him. His hand wrapped around her head, his fingers twining in her long hair. She dove down on him a couple more times, loving the feel of his big cock in her mouth, then she slid off and guided Don back into her mouth.
