Destined for Two (6 page)

The next morning, Rhia paced the room from one end to the other, her arms swinging front to back and coiled tight with so much tension her muscles ached. She needed an outlet -- preferably one of the kings’ heads. Unfortunately, Keenas had removed most everything not nailed down, so her choice of weapons was fluffy pillows and books on Argonian history.

Pillows she could use to smother them, but the books would only be good for boring them to death. She knew they had her.

Breakfast had been brought about an hour ago, but her stomach couldn’t take food at this time of day. She was never up this early at home and her body felt off. So she’d left the plate on the table untouched and began to pace the room to burn off some energy. They still hadn’t let her out to roam the ship and being cooped up as she was had begun to wear on her nerves.

With a sigh, she came to a stop before a large painting. She’d spent several hours studying it. Every time she looked at the intricate picture, she found something she’d missed before. A castle sat atop a hillside, its gray walls towering high toward the clouds floating above it. At the base of the hillside was a lake, its waves lapping at the grassy shore. Gardens filled with flowers circled it, and gazebos and hidden pathways led through a maze of trees.

Horse-drawn carriages made their way across the drawbridge and into the massive inner courtyard of the castle.

The whole scene was like something out of medieval Earth -- a time period she had always been fascinated with. Argonia was very similar to Earth during that time, with the exception of their advanced technology. They’d chosen to keep things simple -- live off the land and keep their world free of the complications advanced technology often brought. It 36

had been a wise choice for them, but also one that gave them the reputation of being barbaric.

Rhia rolled her eyes. Yep, they were definitely barbaric.

“That’s Millshire, our country estate. It’s where we usually reside. I hate the city.” With a start, Rhia turned to stare at the man who’d spoken. Keenas leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest in a relaxed stance, his hair hanging loose around his shoulders. The black leather pants hugged his hips enticingly, outlining the massive bulge between his thighs. Her flesh heated as she remembered the feel of that engorged length rubbing along her pussy. She frowned and turned back to the picture.

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“Besides you?”

She didn’t miss the slight hint of amusement in his tone, but chose to ignore it. “I refuse to be baited, Keenas. Just tell me what you want, then get lost.” Keenas snorted. “You certainly give orders like a queen, Rhianna. But Jorel and I are two people who don’t have to follow your demands.” She scowled at him over her shoulder. “Then consider it a request.” His lips thinned into a tight line as he stepped into the room, allowing the door to slide closed behind him. Her whole body tensed as he moved toward her like an animal stalking its nervous prey. Of the two of them, Keenas was the more sexually overpowering.

Jorel was tender, sweet. Keenas was the complete opposite -- dominant, sexual, dangerous. Looking at him brought on images of hot and sweaty sex -- sex that left you breathless and bruised. Unlike when she looked at Jorel and thought of slow, steamy sex and long nights of sensual exploration. They were such opposites. What would sex with the both of them at once be like?

Shaking her head, she tried to ignore those images and think of something else. Her attention turned back to Keenas as he studied her untouched plate of food from earlier. His unhappy stare met hers and she felt the heat clear across the room.

“You should eat more, Rhianna. You’re too skinny for my taste.” Her mouth dropped open in shock. She was slim, but she certainly wouldn’t consider herself too skinny. In her opinion, there were places on her body that could stand to lose a little fat.

“Kiss my ass!” she snapped.

His full lips twitched and surprise knotted her stomach at the flare of devilment that lit up his gaze. It changed his whole look, diminishing the harsh lines around his eyes and mouth.

“Is that another request, my queen?” he teased. “Because I would certainly be happy to oblige.”

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Stiffening her spine, she met his mischievous gaze with an angry one. “You’ll stay away from my ass, Keenas, as well as every other part of my body.” Keenas crossed his arms and leaned his slender hips against the small table. His sultry stare blazed a path down her curves, heating her flesh from the inside out. “I think not,” he purred.

“It would be rape,” she said as she leaned against the wall, mimicking his stance.

His laughter filled the room and she gritted her teeth in frustration. More so with herself than him. She wanted him to kiss her ass…literally. She wanted to feel his lips on her hip, her flesh, and more than she wanted to admit, even her pussy.

“I don’t think so, sweet. Not after that explosive orgasm you had yesterday. And just imagine,” he purred as he pushed away from the table and stalked toward her. “I didn’t even have my cock inside you.”

He came to a stop right in front of her and she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Big mistake. She realized it the second she caught a whiff of his deeply masculine scent. He smelled of musk and man with just a hint of rum. Swallowing a sudden surge of lust, she raised her head and glared at him. “You don’t scare me, Keenas.” He tilted his head and frowned down at her. “I wasn’t trying to scare you, Rhianna.” He raised his hand to gently trace her jawline with his finger. “I’m not into scaring women. I prefer to seduce them.”

“You can’t seduce me,” she argued.

He smiled roguishly. “I believe I already have.” His hand slid lower and traced the edge of her top, coming dangerously close to her cleavage. She started and backed herself farther against the wall. Anything to get some distance between them. “I mean it, Keenas,” she snarled. “Don’t touch me, you bastard.” His eyes narrowed dangerously and blood pounded through her ears with a deafening roar. She should stop now. She knew she should, but something took hold of her common sense and tossed it right out the window. “You and your brother can both go to hell. I’ll not be your queen, your mistress, or anything else that troglodyte mind of yours can conjure up.”

“Is that so?” he snarled. “I have news for you, princess. You are our queen, like it or not.”

“Well, I don’t like it!” she snapped. “I want to go home.” Full lips dropped dangerously close to hers and his breath brushed across her mouth as he spoke. His arms rose to pin her against the wall and the heat of his body seeped into hers, overheating her already smoldering flesh.

“You are going home. Accept it.”

“No. I’ll never accept it.”

“Fine,” he snarled, then reached out and tore her top, ripping it from her chest.

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She gasped and moved to cover her exposed breasts, but Keenas gripped her wrists, pulling them away and flattening them at the wall by her shoulders. With a scowl, she struggled against his hold but he held her still effortlessly. His muscular thigh slid between hers, pressing into her pussy.

Rhia fought hard against the rising desire to wiggle against his thigh. What was wrong with her? Why did the two of them have this effect on her? His gaze moved to her breasts and her nipples tightened despite her desire to remain unaffected. What angered her most was he could tell what this did to her. He could tell she was turned on and wanted him, despite her arguments to the contrary.

“Admit it, sweet,” he purred against her lips. “Admit you want me and I’ll let you go.

Admit being bound and dominated turns you on.”

She shook her head, her lips set in a tight line. Being dominated did turn her on. God help her, it did. On Veenori, she was the master. Deep inside, she’d always wanted a man who could dominate her, make her the obedient slave. Even when she’d made use of the slaves, they’d waited for her to give the orders -- waited for her to tell them what to do. A big part of her had always wanted a man who didn’t have to be told, who knew what to do instinctively, who would actually tell her what to do.

But Keenas was her captor and she refused to give in to him, regardless of how badly her body wanted her to.

His thigh shifted, rubbing against her aching mound, and a mewling sound escaped her lips despite her effort to hold it in. Juice coated her pants, which made her fight against his hold that much harder. Unfortunately, her struggles also increased the movements of her hips and sent sharp tingles of pleasure up her spine.

“Damn you, Keenas,” she gasped as he put more pressure on her pussy.

“I can feel your heat, Rhianna. I know you want it. I know you want to feel my cock in your pussy.”

Hearing him say it made the walls of her vagina clench.

“You want me to dominate you. Take you.”

She shook her head in a dismal effort to deny him and herself. His head dipped and licked across her hard nipples. She jerked and drew in a sharp breath at the massive jolt of sensation that settled in her womb. With slow, sensual licks, he kept teasing her, kept her body poised on the edge of bliss.

With a disgusted moan, she arched her back. As bad as she hated to admit it, he was right. This whole captive thing did turn her on. His domineering, sexy attitude sent her body into a wild state of need. But it was just about the sex. Outside of that, she hated them. She wanted them to take her home. It was a personal war she was sure she would be fighting as long as they were together.

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Growling, Keenas released one of her wrists and moved to undo the buttons of her pants. With one flick, they were open and his hand slid quickly inside to smear her juices around her clit. She leaned her back against the wall, thrusting her hips outward toward his touch. The heat of a blush moved up her cheeks as his fingers delved deep inside her pussy.

He would know how badly she wanted this. How turned on she was by his forceful dominance.

“Ah, so wet,” he murmured against her breasts. “So ready for me.” Keenas removed his hand and quickly pulled her pants from her hips. Rhia sagged against the wall, her body so tense and ready, she wanted to scream. But that was one thing she refused to give him. Her body might betray her, but her voice never would. He would never hear her say it -- would never hear her admit she wanted him.

Throwing her pants across the room, he rose to his full height and stared down at her with eyes ablaze with hunger. “Undo my pants,” he ordered and Rhia followed without question, without thinking.

Her trembling fingers popped the buttons loose, allowing his massive cock to spring free. He was thick and long, the purple head engorged and oozing precum. His huge size concerned her and for a second, she wondered if she would be able to take all of him.

A gentle finger lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Trust me, sweet. It will fit,” he whispered against her mouth. “Tell me you want me.” She shook her head, which made her lips brush across his and send sharp tingles of pleasure through her limbs. She fell back against the wall with a thud, trying to put some much-needed distance between them so she could think.

“Stubborn to the end, aren’t you, sweet?”

His fingers slid through the juices that poured from her pussy, then delved deep, taking the very breath from her lungs and driving any thoughts other than sexual gratification from her mind.

“Like that?” he purred as he slowly fucked her with his fingers, stretching her with scissorlike movements.

She shook her head again, contradicting the pumping of her hips. She did like it. She liked it a lot.

His lips covered hers, swallowing her whimper as his tongue invaded to explore. He tasted of warm mint and spice, and his tongue teased hers, coaxing it to life. With a deep growl, she answered his kiss, twirling her tongue around his in a battle to regain at least some of the control. Keenas met her challenge and sent her senses reeling.

Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her side as she fought the desire to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him to her. Instead, she gripped his wrist, trying to force his fingers to fuck her harder. She was so close she could taste it.

“Admit it,” he murmured against her lips.

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“No,” she moaned, shaking her head stubbornly.

“Your body betrays you, sweet. Just say the words and I’ll give you what you want.

What we both want.”

His fingers slowed, making his thrusts shallower, and she groaned in desperate need.

She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out, how much longer she could continue to deny him.

She shook her head, her teeth sinking hard into her swollen lower lip.

Keenas removed his fingers to smear the juices along the cleft of her ass. She gasped and murmured incoherently as he gently toyed with the tight rosebud opening of her anus.

Slowly, he moved back to her pussy to thrust deep with one long stroke before returning to her ass to again tease that tight opening.

Back and forth he moved between the two holes, smearing her juices and driving her insane. With every return to her ass, he pressed his finger just a little deeper into that tight passage, teasing her mercilessly. “Admit it,” he ordered, his voice rough with need.