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.He wore a purple silk robe and nothing else.Ordinarily that would have offended her.Far too presumptuous.But this was Roane Edaeii.He ushered her in and gave her about thirty seconds to note the sitting area with its high-backed chairs, the massive fireplace along one wall, and the equally massive four-poster bed opposite it before he set his lips to her shoulder and moved up.She closed her eyes and faked a moan.His lips were dry and she wasn’t in the mood for sex right now, but there was no way she could muck up this opportunity.This was everything she’d dreamed of since she’d been old enough to have such mature dreams—it was more.Roane would be how she would survive.In this palace, he was her lifeline.She was lucky to have one, no matter what she’d have to give up to secure it.His hands slipped her gown off her shoulders, down to her waist, and pushed it so it puddled on the floor at her feet.Beneath the gown she wore only a silky pair of underwear.She had a dancer’s body, but her breasts were above average large.Too large to go without a brassiere, really.His broad hand was strong on her back, almost cruel.It made her shiver, but not with desire.Desire was something she’d felt remotely from others, but never experienced herself.This was business.A performance.Survival.Just like everything else.She steeled herself as he skated his fingers down the arch of her back to her still-sore jewel.He pushed at the skin surrounding it and she fought a swift intake of breath from the pain.“Yes, I can make a nice, simple design around this jewel,” he murmured.His hand slipped down lower and his mouth neared her ear.“After that you can pay the fee for my kindness.”She gave a light, trilling laugh, the one she’d practiced so many times with so many different people at Court.“A price I’m more than willing to pay.”Steadying herself, she turned, giving him a full view of her bare breasts.Fluttering her eyelashes, she purred, “Where is the tattoo gun?”First things first.She wanted that valuable mark before she sacrificed her body.His gaze had settled unswervingly on her breasts and nipples, which, luckily, had pebbled in the cool air of the room.He licked his lips.“Perhaps we should—”She leaned back, out of his way and smiled.“Oh, I think it’s better to wait a bit.Don’t you? Get business out of the way, and then get to the pleasure.”Anger crossed his face for a moment and then was gone.She’d taken a risk there.One did not deny the heir to the throne anything he wanted when he wanted it.Yet she sensed her show of will would excite him a little—give him something to punish her for later.His eyes went heavy and half hooded.He made a low, sweeping bow, the front of his robe falling open to reveal a nice chest, the chest of a man used to swordplay.“Whatever my lady wishes, so long as my lady understands the cost has just gone up.”Of course it had.She was happy to pay it.He sought a small silver tattoo gun from a drawer and guided her to a small table near the bed.Then he dropped his gaze to her panties.“Off.Lean forward.Hands on table.”She hesitated, foolishly wanting to hold on to that last piece of covering.Then she did as he requested, rear facing him, slightly bent over.Silence.“Roane?” She turned to look behind her.“Just admiring the view.” The whirring, buzzing sound of the tattoo gun began.“Hold still.If you move I can’t be held accountable for the result.”He held a hand to her waist and set the thin, cold nozzle of the tattoo gun to her back.She braced herself, fingers gripping the smooth lip of the table.The needle bit into her skin like a thousand stinging bees.She bit into her lower lip until she tasted blood, and closed her eyes.She didn’t even care what sort of pattern he marked her with.It only mattered that he was marking her.Two minutes passed like two years and the tattoo took far longer than a paltry two minutes, but finally he was done.“Stay there,” he commanded her after he’d turned the tattoo gun off and set it on the table beside her.Her back aching, she eyed the small silver device.The gun was powered by elusian crystal, the mined mineral that also gave energy to the lights in Belai.Elusian crystal was not cheap and Roane had just burned through a lot of it on her behalf.Clearly she was doing something right.He returned with a small black mirror in his hand and then led her to a floor-to-ceiling mirror not far away that stood by a small table holding a vase of lilies.She took the small mirror from him and angled it so she could see the reflection of her lower back.Her eyebrows rose.For such an artless lout Roane was actually quite an impressive artist.Beautiful multicolored swoops and swirls lined either side of her sapphire jewel.She’d been worried he’d mar her body for life with some tactless scrawling brand, but this was beautiful.“I love it.” She smiled as she handed the mirror back to him.He took the mirror with his gaze centered on her breasts and tossed it to the side.It hit the marble floor with a crash and shattered.With a lascivious grin, he yanked her toward him and squeezed one of her breasts until she winced.Sweet Joshui, how could anyone stand to lie with this manhandler?He turned her to face the mirror and she forced a small smile to her lips.Her reflection quickly showed the expression on her face that he would want to see—soft, desirous, hardly able to wait for his hands on her.For a moment she considered reaching out and stealing emotion from someone else nearby, maybe a little calmness or happiness, anything to curb the edge of lust in his eyes just a little.But she stopped herself.If Roane figured out she was manipulating his emotions, she’d be done for.His hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing again.Did he really think women liked that? Poor man probably never had a woman in his bed with enough courage to set him straight.She certainly wasn’t going to be the one to do it.“Pretty.” His gaze skated down her body and then back up.“I’ve always thought so.”“As I have always thought you handsome.” She tried to turn toward him, but he caught her almost cruelly and forced her to stand still.“I have wanted to fuck you for years now.” One of his hands landed between her legs, fingers seeking her clit, which was safely buried deep inside her golden curls, not at all aroused.He poked at it, sending jolts of pain through her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.“Now you have your chance.”He stared at her blond thatch of curls as though seeing heaven for the first time.Well, she was glad she could impress him.He certainly didn’t impress her, but she supposed he was in a position to not have to care about that.Enviable.He pushed her roughly facedown onto the table, sending the vase of lilies crashing to the floor.She stared at the broken clay of the vase and the slowly spreading pool of water on the marble while he fumbled to get his cock free.With his knee he spread her thighs wide, exposing her.Then he pushed his hand down on the back of her neck, making her go onto her tiptoes and involuntarily lift her hips.Clearly he intended to take her like she was some farm animal in the mud.She closed her eyes and let him fumble with the head of his cock at her dry entrance [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]