fisted at her side, so mad her eyes spit
sparks at him. She shook one fist in his face. “You don’t put your hands on me like that. And you sure as shit don’t snatch me behind you like a sack of potatoes.”
Ignoring her irate posturing, he cut right to the heart. “When did you meet my cousin and how would you know he wanted to fuck you?”
“Karel?” Her soft smile drove him crazy with jealousy. How dare she smile while
thinking about another wulf!
“Yes, Karel!” His voice rumbled low and menacing, the growl so close to the surface it distorted his words. Rickard he could trust, after a fashion. He wasn’t so sure about Karel.
“Tell me.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her impressive chest.
He glared at her.
She glared back.
Cursing under his breath and running agitated fingers through his hair, Pavel swung
away, breaking eye contact. One more minute of staring into her shining gaze and animated face would have been his downfall. He was one breath away from sweeping the papers and phone off the desk and throwing her across it, spanking her ass, and slamming into her pussy.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw she hadn’t moved from her stubborn position.
“Don’t push me, woman!”
Her brows rose. “I’m not the one who dragged someone away from the food, buddy.”
She stalked toward him, stopping just shy of touching. “You’re making me miss the feasting.
Like you said, this is my last chance to party and I still have a lot of people I wanted to meet.”
“Kaila, just tell me what passed between you and my cousin…don’t make me ask you
again, please. This is very important to me.”
“Why?” She canted her head, watching him warily. “Other than ogling me in the
restaurant, you never made any move to get to know me.”
He saw no reason to withhold the truth from her. “I was forbidden to contact you or
attempt to find out who you were.”
“Forbidden by whom?” Her eyes sparked with growing ire. “What kind of man are you
to let someone tell you who you can or cannot pursue?”
Pavel raked his fingers through his already mussed hair, fighting the urge to howl. “To answer both your questions, I am Captain of the Royal Guard, charged with the safety and well being of my prince. Rickard commanded me to keep my distance.”
“And you do everything Rickard says…even when it’s about something this personal?”
“I know that may seem strange to you. Americans have no concept of the feudal relationships involved with a monarchy or principality.”
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“Hey, don’t you insult my country. We may not have a royal family, but we do read.
What do you think we Americans are…a bunch of uncivilized monkeys?”
If you only knew… Pavel hid a smile. One of the derogatory names his people called
humans was dirt monkeys.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You Americans are civilized as a whole. But you cannot argue the fact that you abolished royal rule here during the American Revolution. Kings and princes are merely visiting dignitaries, not the word of law among your people.”
She nodded, giving him the point. “I see that, yes. So, what you’re trying to say is, Rickard can tell you what to do, whom to fuck, and all that?”
Her sarcasm didn’t escape him. Pavel raised his gaze toward the ceiling. “More than
that, he can deny me the right to marry where I choose.”
She looked aghast. “Sounds like you guys need to have a revolution of your own. No
one should be able to dictate another’s choice like that.”
Pavel shrugged. “On the whole, Rickard is a good prince. He works hard at not
overstepping his limits.”
“Doesn’t sound to me like he has any.” She snorted. “It must be nice to be king.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest as he answered. “He’s a ruling prince, not a king, and
there are a few limits to his power. The old days of Droit de Seignior are gone. With one exception, he can no longer
sparks at him. She shook one fist in his face. “You don’t put your hands on me like that. And you sure as shit don’t snatch me behind you like a sack of potatoes.”
Ignoring her irate posturing, he cut right to the heart. “When did you meet my cousin and how would you know he wanted to fuck you?”
“Karel?” Her soft smile drove him crazy with jealousy. How dare she smile while
thinking about another wulf!
“Yes, Karel!” His voice rumbled low and menacing, the growl so close to the surface it distorted his words. Rickard he could trust, after a fashion. He wasn’t so sure about Karel.
“Tell me.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her impressive chest.
He glared at her.
She glared back.
Cursing under his breath and running agitated fingers through his hair, Pavel swung
away, breaking eye contact. One more minute of staring into her shining gaze and animated face would have been his downfall. He was one breath away from sweeping the papers and phone off the desk and throwing her across it, spanking her ass, and slamming into her pussy.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw she hadn’t moved from her stubborn position.
“Don’t push me, woman!”
Her brows rose. “I’m not the one who dragged someone away from the food, buddy.”
She stalked toward him, stopping just shy of touching. “You’re making me miss the feasting.
Like you said, this is my last chance to party and I still have a lot of people I wanted to meet.”
“Kaila, just tell me what passed between you and my cousin…don’t make me ask you
again, please. This is very important to me.”
“Why?” She canted her head, watching him warily. “Other than ogling me in the
restaurant, you never made any move to get to know me.”
He saw no reason to withhold the truth from her. “I was forbidden to contact you or
attempt to find out who you were.”
“Forbidden by whom?” Her eyes sparked with growing ire. “What kind of man are you
to let someone tell you who you can or cannot pursue?”
Pavel raked his fingers through his already mussed hair, fighting the urge to howl. “To answer both your questions, I am Captain of the Royal Guard, charged with the safety and well being of my prince. Rickard commanded me to keep my distance.”
“And you do everything Rickard says…even when it’s about something this personal?”
“I know that may seem strange to you. Americans have no concept of the feudal relationships involved with a monarchy or principality.”
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“Hey, don’t you insult my country. We may not have a royal family, but we do read.
What do you think we Americans are…a bunch of uncivilized monkeys?”
If you only knew… Pavel hid a smile. One of the derogatory names his people called
humans was dirt monkeys.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You Americans are civilized as a whole. But you cannot argue the fact that you abolished royal rule here during the American Revolution. Kings and princes are merely visiting dignitaries, not the word of law among your people.”
She nodded, giving him the point. “I see that, yes. So, what you’re trying to say is, Rickard can tell you what to do, whom to fuck, and all that?”
Her sarcasm didn’t escape him. Pavel raised his gaze toward the ceiling. “More than
that, he can deny me the right to marry where I choose.”
She looked aghast. “Sounds like you guys need to have a revolution of your own. No
one should be able to dictate another’s choice like that.”
Pavel shrugged. “On the whole, Rickard is a good prince. He works hard at not
overstepping his limits.”
“Doesn’t sound to me like he has any.” She snorted. “It must be nice to be king.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest as he answered. “He’s a ruling prince, not a king, and
there are a few limits to his power. The old days of Droit de Seignior are gone. With one exception, he can no longer
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