words incensed him—and challenged him. Or was it just her manner, the very idea that she continued to be so unyielding, even when he’d attempted to be kind and open with her? Combined with the aching cock barely contained in his pants, her attitude caused his ire to chisel itself into a sharp point. He narrowed his eyes, aware his blood was boiling with anger…and lust. “You will,” he said calmly, firmly. “In fact, you will do more than coo and fawn.”
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“I find you repulsive.”
“You will beg,” he informed her with deep, unerring confidence. “You will beg for
my touches. You will beg for my cock.”
“Never!” she spat.
“Never is a long time, bride.”
“ Never is when I will want you .”
“We’ll see,” he said, then rose and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind
him.
Impudent little brat. He had a good mind to turn her over his knee and spank her, the same as if she were a child, for that was how she acted. To his surprise, his shaft seemed to stiffen further at the thought of her body stretched face down over his lap, her bare ass accepting the firm slaps of his hand.
Well, he wouldn’t spank her, at least not yet—but she’d just steeled his resolve once more. She would beg him. He would make absolutely, unequivocally certain that by the time he came to her on their wedding night, she would beg. The Maran tiles wouldassist in that, as in all royal marriages, but for Maven, he would provide even more stimulation.
Let’s see you resist me after the next two days, my virgin bride, he thought triumphantlyas he glanced over his shoulder toward the room he’d just left. Then he smiled. Hewould see her beg for him on her knees, and maybe, just maybe, if she begged and pleaded hard enough, he’d give her the cock she craved.
* * * * *
An hour later, Maven sat on the same bed, in the same spot where Dane had promised her she would beg for him. Never! she declared to herself once again, but in the same instance, her stomach churned with fleeting memories—of his devouring eyes, his large, commanding frame, his utterly immense cock.
Oh Ares, what was she going to do? On one hand, he’d seemed almost reasonable—until he’d started the business about her craving him. Yet on the other, no
matter how reasonable he might be, he still intended her to accept being his possession . And a possession that was a means to an end, at that. How could any woman have a happy marriage under such circumstances? Perhaps other royal girls were more accepting, but having been raised in a home where women were treated with respect and dignity, she simply couldn’t make peace with the notion.
Just then, she heard someone giggling, a woman. She glanced toward the narrow window in her first floor room, as the sound had come from outside.
When a masculine chuckle joined the feminine one, Maven grew curious enough to
push to her feet and pad to the thin opening in the stone wall, peeking out. At first she saw nothing but flowers, shrubs, a trellis climbing with vibrant yellow roses—clearly it was a garden. But when the giggling continued and the male voice spoke, saying,
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“What a naughty girl you are,” her gaze was drawn to the left, where an attractive man and woman stood kissing, touching. The woman’s small hand cupped and massaged his bulging crotch.
She’d seen them both as part of the caravan and had been given the impression the man was one of high rank among Dane’s people. Now her heart skittered and her pussy began to tickle as she watched them.
“Does my hand feel good, Kells?” the girl asked.
The man groaned in reply and Maven felt that groan between her thighs. “Get it out,” he instructed.
The girl smiled up at him, then focused her attention on unlacing his
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“I find you repulsive.”
“You will beg,” he informed her with deep, unerring confidence. “You will beg for
my touches. You will beg for my cock.”
“Never!” she spat.
“Never is a long time, bride.”
“ Never is when I will want you .”
“We’ll see,” he said, then rose and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind
him.
Impudent little brat. He had a good mind to turn her over his knee and spank her, the same as if she were a child, for that was how she acted. To his surprise, his shaft seemed to stiffen further at the thought of her body stretched face down over his lap, her bare ass accepting the firm slaps of his hand.
Well, he wouldn’t spank her, at least not yet—but she’d just steeled his resolve once more. She would beg him. He would make absolutely, unequivocally certain that by the time he came to her on their wedding night, she would beg. The Maran tiles wouldassist in that, as in all royal marriages, but for Maven, he would provide even more stimulation.
Let’s see you resist me after the next two days, my virgin bride, he thought triumphantlyas he glanced over his shoulder toward the room he’d just left. Then he smiled. Hewould see her beg for him on her knees, and maybe, just maybe, if she begged and pleaded hard enough, he’d give her the cock she craved.
* * * * *
An hour later, Maven sat on the same bed, in the same spot where Dane had promised her she would beg for him. Never! she declared to herself once again, but in the same instance, her stomach churned with fleeting memories—of his devouring eyes, his large, commanding frame, his utterly immense cock.
Oh Ares, what was she going to do? On one hand, he’d seemed almost reasonable—until he’d started the business about her craving him. Yet on the other, no
matter how reasonable he might be, he still intended her to accept being his possession . And a possession that was a means to an end, at that. How could any woman have a happy marriage under such circumstances? Perhaps other royal girls were more accepting, but having been raised in a home where women were treated with respect and dignity, she simply couldn’t make peace with the notion.
Just then, she heard someone giggling, a woman. She glanced toward the narrow window in her first floor room, as the sound had come from outside.
When a masculine chuckle joined the feminine one, Maven grew curious enough to
push to her feet and pad to the thin opening in the stone wall, peeking out. At first she saw nothing but flowers, shrubs, a trellis climbing with vibrant yellow roses—clearly it was a garden. But when the giggling continued and the male voice spoke, saying,
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“What a naughty girl you are,” her gaze was drawn to the left, where an attractive man and woman stood kissing, touching. The woman’s small hand cupped and massaged his bulging crotch.
She’d seen them both as part of the caravan and had been given the impression the man was one of high rank among Dane’s people. Now her heart skittered and her pussy began to tickle as she watched them.
“Does my hand feel good, Kells?” the girl asked.
The man groaned in reply and Maven felt that groan between her thighs. “Get it out,” he instructed.
The girl smiled up at him, then focused her attention on unlacing his
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