Entwined Fates:
DOMINATING MIYA
Trista Ann Michaels
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Entwined Fates: Dominating Miya
Copyright © October 2013 by Trista Ann Michaels
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Chapter One
“The two of you need to go find a nice quiet little corner somewhere and fuck before you break each other’s necks,” Alex said drily after listening to Christian bitch about Sharna for the last five minutes.
Chancellor Alexander Dorn had to bite back a laugh at the look on his best friend’s face. Despite the fact Christian had the hots for his adorable full-figured assistant, he refused to do anything about it.
Alex thought he was nuts and took every opportunity to tell him so.
“I will not fuck my assistant,” Christian said with a frown.
Alex shrugged one shoulder. “Good. Then you won’t mind if I do.”
“Chancellor, you go anywhere near my assistant, and I’ll break your neck.”
Alex laughed as he took the glass of brandy Christian handed him. His laughter slowly died as he studied the amber liquid. It was never a good thing when a man lusted after someone he thought he couldn’t have.
“Life’s short, Chris,” Alex murmured. “You shouldn’t deny yourself something you really want.”
Christian brushed his long white hair over his shoulder as he sat down in the chair across from Alex at the dining table that divided Christian’s living room and kitchen. “Is that you trying to convince me or yourself?”
Alex grunted. “You, of course.”
Christian smiled as he set his glass on the table. “How’s life as chancellor treating you? Truthfully, Alex.”
Alex sighed as he continued to stare into the glass. “Truthfully? It’s beating the hell out of me. I’ve got too much going on, I think. Something’s gotta go.”
“Yeah, but what? You can’t let the chancellorship go. Cara would kill you.”
Chuckling, Alex set his glass on the table. “Agreed. That’s mine for life. I thought about selling my share of the BDSM club.”
“Then the subs would kill ya.”
Alex frowned. “Very funny.”
“Come on, Alex. You’re the Dom who keeps everyone in line. That place was a hellhole when you bought it. You’ve really cleaned it up. I’m not sure I could do what you do.”
“You’re a good Dom, Chris.”
“Maybe, but I’m not as feared as you are. Even other Doms defer to you.”
Alex sighed. “I think I just need a break.”
“The senate’s going on holiday later this week.”
Alex rubbed at the back of his neck. The senate being on holiday would definitely free some much needed time for him to catch up on his sleep. Lately he got very little. Ever since Hayden and Cara’s party, he’d spent his nights dreaming of Miya Marcone and waking up with a hard-on that could hammer a nail into a board. What he really needed to do was find a way to get Miya out of his head.
“We’re back,” Christian’s assistant, Sharna, called as she and the object of his erotic nighttime dreams walked into Christian’s apartment.
“Now’s your chance,” Alex murmured as he grabbed his glass and took a sip of brandy.
“Shut up,” Christian clipped, making Alex chuckle.
“Hey, Alex,” Sharna said with a wide smile that never failed to put him at ease.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
Sharna was a curvy girl with beautiful red hair. Pretty blue eyes sparkled with good humor and friendliness. She had breasts and hips a man would love to get his hands on. If Christian didn’t soon, someone would; then he’d definitely lose her.
Then there was Miya. About five feet eight in three-inch heels, Miya was dwarfed by the men in her family. And considering Alex was a good inch taller than her brothers, she was definitely dwarfed by him. Her thick chestnut hair hung straight today, falling two-thirds of the way down her back.
She had an adorable hourglass figure with breasts that would fill Alex’s hands perfectly and dark green eyes that left Alex breathless every time she looked at him. Miya was ten years his junior; he knew better than to even consider it.
Miya was in her twenties, and in Alex’s mind, still a baby. Definitely not up for the kind of sex he wanted.
“Morning, little bit,” Christian said as Miya walked over and kissed her brother’s cheek.
Alex was tempted to point to his own cheek and ask where his was, but he doubted Christian would appreciate him flirting with his baby sister.
“Good morning,” she replied as she ruffled Christian’s long white hair.
“Hey,” he chided, making Alex grin.
She smoothed it back and smiled. “If you don’t like for women to run their fingers through it, then perhaps you should pull it back. Shar’s right,” she said as she studied a strand. “You do need a trim.”
Christian reached around and tried to swipe her on the behind, but Miya laughed and dodged him. She caught Alex’s grin over her brother’s head, and her smile softened just a little. “Chancellor,” she said.
“Why don’t you call him Alex?” Sharna asked as she brought over two coffees. One for herself and one for Miya.
She shrugged one dainty shoulder as she slipped her leather blazer off and laid it across the back of the chair. Her black sleeveless shirt highlighted her deep tan. Around her wrist was a silver bracelet with a fleur-de-lis dangling from the chain that clinked lightly as she moved her arm. “He’s never told me to call him Alex.”
All three of them looked at him as though waiting. Alex fought a grin and shook his head slightly. “Call me Alex, Miya.”
“Fine, Alex.” Her lips quirked into a devilish grin that made Alex’s heart skip a beat. “If you insist.”
“Your father was right,” Alex said before he could stop himself. “You are an imp.”
Her smile widened slightly as she pulled the chair out and sat down. “I thought men liked imps.”
Not normally, but Alex definitely liked th
is one. Which was a problem. Miya was one imp he needed to keep his hands off. He tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t piss off Christian—like how much he wanted to throw her over his knees and spank her impish little ass.
“Oh,” Miya said as she turned her attention back to her brother. “I’m not going to be able to go to Earth with everyone.”
Christian frowned. “Why?”
“I have to stay with the opera.”
“Do you have to stay, or do you just want to stay?” Christian asked, frowning.
“If you promise not to tell Dad, it’s I want to stay. If you tell him, I’ll deny I said that.”
“Miya,” Christian warned.
She spread her hands. “Chris, the businesses are you, Hayden, and Dad. You don’t need me there, not really. Besides, I like what I do a whole lot better than board of directors’ meetings, and my first understudy is sick.”
“You have a second,” Christian said.
Miya was the soprano darling of the Rhinari Opera house. The first time Alex had heard her sing, he’d been shocked such a booming voice could come from such a small package.
“If I’m taking off for the grandparents’ big anniversary party on Tilarus in a few months, I can’t take off now. I’ll be fine here by myself.”
Christian started to say something, but Alex interrupted him. “I’ll be here, Chris. I can keep an eye on her. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
She turned and smiled at him, setting his heart skipping. “Thank you, Alex.” She turned back to Christian. “See? Crisis averted.”
Christian sighed but didn’t say anything while Miya pushed her chair back and stood. “I have to get going. I have rehearsal in less than an hour. I’ll see you guys when you get back.”
“Bye, hon,” Sharna said as Miya grabbed her blazer and quickly skirted out the door.
He turned from Miya’s retreating backside and caught two sets of eyes staring at him in silence. He frowned. “What?”
“Were you serious about keeping an eye on her?” Christian asked.
Alex’s frown deepened. “Yeah. Why?”
“Miya doesn’t know Chris knows, but,” Shar began. “She’s been getting some strange letters. Chris has been trying to figure out who sent them, but so far he’s hitting a brick wall.”
“What kind of letters?” Alex asked.
“Secret admirer kind of letters. At first they were harmless, but lately they’ve turned pretty dark,” Christian replied.
“If she doesn’t know you know, then how did you get them?” Alex asked.
Chistian pointed at his assistant with his thumb. “Miya showed them to Sharna and then Sharna told me.”
“She’s trying to act brave, but they’re really starting to freak her out,” Sharna said.
Alex narrowed his eyes as he nodded his head slowly. Who the hell would be stalking Miya? He could guarantee whoever it was wouldn’t be doing it for long. He would definitely keep an eye on her. He just hoped he could keep an eye on her while at the same time keeping his hands off her. “So keep an eye on her without letting her know that I know. Yeah, that should be easy.”
Christian chuckled.
Chapter Two
Alex sat in his private box at the opera, listening to Miya sing. He never tired of listening to her voice, watching her facial expressions. There was something about her tonight, though, that had him worried.
She looked tense and would flinch every time she took a deep breath. Toward the end of the scene, when her facial muscles pinched in pain, Alex knew something was wrong. He jumped out of his seat and headed toward her dressing room.
It took him a couple of minutes to get past the multitude of guards and navigate the twisting hallways to the back of the facility where Miya’s dressing room was located. When he finally got there, he spotted her leaning against a dressing table. The back of her dress was open, her flesh covered in blood, and a man stood over her, ripping at the dress.
Anger rolled through Alex as he rushed forward and pulled the young man off Miya. Alex threw him against the wall where he landed with a loud thud. His high-pitched voice squealed in fear as Alex grabbed his shirt collar and shook him.
“You keep your hands off her,” Alex snapped.
“Chancellor Dorn!” Miya snapped in a booming voice that never failed to shock Alex. “Get your hands off my assistant!”
When Alex turned to look at her in surprise, she snapped, “What the hell are you doing?”
She stood just a few feet away from him. Her eyes wide and angry, her hand clutching the open dress to her chest. It was a beaded number that sparkled different colors under the light. Beneath it the tight bodice cinched in her waist and pressed her breasts together, creating an impressive cleavage Alex had a hard time keeping his gaze off.
“I saw him standing over you, and…your back.” He let go of her assistant and grabbed her arm turning her around. “What the hell?”
“Alex?” she said, trying to free herself from his grip.
“Be still,” he commanded, and to his surprise, she immediately froze.
He grabbed the edge of the material and gently moved it aside. Part of it next to her ribs had stuck to her flesh. It pulled at her skin as he moved the material farther aside. A small silver razor blade slid from her flesh, and fresh blood oozed from the wound to run down her back. Miya flinched but didn’t say anything.
Alex was livid. Her back was covered in small, deep cuts. This is what had been causing her pain while she was on stage.
He turned back to her assistant, who still stood against the wall, the look of a scared rabbit on his face. “I’m, uh…I’m sorry, sir,” her assistant stammered. “I was trying to get the dress off.”
Alex frowned as he recognized the young man. He was one of the bisexual submissives from his BDSM club on Palivan. “It’s all right, Sam. I need you to get me a med kit. Do you know where one is?”
Sam nodded and rushed out the door to retrieve it.
“I think you just took five years off Sam’s life,” Miya drawled drily.
Alex didn’t find her comment amusing and kept his expression stern as he met her gaze in the mirror over her dressing table. “Where did you get this dress?”
“The opera company provides it.”
“Does anyone else wear it?” he asked.
“No. It’s made for me. Why does my back hurt?”
He helped her turn around so she could see her back in the mirror. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she stared at the blood. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “How…”
“Razor blades were sewn into the material.”
She lifted her gaze and met his. Fear clouded the green, tightening Alex’s chest. He wanted to hold her to him and take the fear from her eyes, but he knew if he did, it wouldn’t stop there.
Sam returned with the med kit, and Alex spun her so her back was facing him again. She leaned one hand on the dressing table; the other continued to hold the front of the dress.
“Sam, help me move this aside,” Alex said, indicating the material on her left side. “Miya, I’m going to spread this out more and make sure the cuts don’t move around your sides.”
She shook her head slightly. “It doesn’t hurt there.”
Alex ran his hand between the side of the dress and skin. She was warm and soft, but he didn’t feel any cuts. One thing he did feel, though, was the shiver that skimmed just under her flesh.
“Grab me a wet rag, Sam,” Alex said softly.
Sam rushed to the bathroom connected to Miya’s dressing room.
“Why are you even here?” Miya asked.
Alex didn’t answer her, at first. Instead, he met her gaze in the mirror and frowned. “When I’m done, you and I are going to have a talk about these letters.”
“How did you know about the letters?”
“Sharna,” he replied as Sam came back into the room and handed him a warm rag.
Alex smoothed it over her back, wiping away t
he blood. Miya winced and hissed as the warm water burned the cut flesh.
“I’m almost done, angel,” Alex murmured, then inwardly cringed. What the hell made him call her that?
He glanced through his lashes at her startled expression and flushed cheeks. He imagined her cheeks flushed for another reason, then silently cursed at his stubborn wayward thoughts. He should’ve known he couldn’t be this close to her without thinking about sex.
He worked his way toward her shoulder blades, gently moving her ringlet curls out of the way so he could see beneath them. Her upper back was clear. The cuts were confined to her midback and lower.
Searching through the med kit, he found a sealer pen. It was used to fuse deep cuts and would be perfect for returning her back to normal without having to go to the hospital. Using the tip of the pen, he ran it over each small cut. Miya flinched just a little as the warm heat sealed the cuts closed, leaving behind only a pink line that would be completely gone tomorrow.
“All done,” Alex said as he handed the pen to Sam to clean and put away.
“Good. I need to get changed and get back out there.”
“No,” Alex said. “You and I are going to talk.”
She turned to frown at him. “Alex—”
“No,” he repeated firmly.
Miya’s jaw dropped. “And I thought my dad was bossy. You’ve got him beat by a mile.”
He ignored her remark. “Your understudy can handle the rest of it tonight. Get changed so you and I can go.”
“Are you for real?” she snapped.
Any other time Alex would’ve found her amusing. Right now, not so much.
“Miya,” Sam cautioned.
With a snarl of annoyance, Miya rolled her eyes. “Just because you sink to your knees at his every command doesn’t mean I do.”
Alex glared at Sam briefly before turning back to Miya. “Excuse me?”
“I know Sam’s one of the subs at your club.”
“Miya,” Sam whispered.
Alex crossed his arms over his chest. “I see. And?”
“And…I’m not.”
Alex silently counted to ten. “Miya, someone just sewed blades into your opera costume. If you think for one second I’m going to let you put on another and go back out there, you’re out of your mind. Change clothes so we can go before I change them for you.”
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