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He confused me, my emotions confused me. Between the two of them, it was hard to form a coherent thought. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted him to want me.
Was that what his words—let me know when you're done playing with untrained youths and are ready for a male to quench your desires Lady Niara—had meant? Or had they merely been a challenge, or an offer?
Ugh, I just couldn't figure him out.
Currently he was sitting on a couch, staring at his palmtop, moving his fingers over the surface occasionally, pretending I wasn't even in the same room. Or was he? Maybe I didn't really matter to him other than as a hostage, one that might be useful in training his men to dive and explore underwater, long forgotten cities.
But if so, why did he say what he did? My stubborn self kept poking me.
With a huff I turned to the viewing window, but we had left Attourna behind and there was nothing to see now but darkness and an occasional fish.
I swirled my skirts as I pivoted with another loud sigh and paced to the other side of the room. There I helped myself to some water, just to have something to do. Huffing again, I moved to a chair, sat. Drummed my fingers on the armrests, before I stood up again. Pacing.
"Are you alright?"
Myles looked up from his palmtop, honest puzzlement on his handsome face.
"No, no I'm not alright," I pushed out between clenched teeth. I would not tell him that he confused me, I would not. "It seems that after everything I have done, I’m your hostage once again."
"Is that what’s bothering you?" He placed the palmtop on the table in front of him.
"Yes, of course. I thought I would be returning home, instead I'm back here," my arms spread out, encompassing the room, him.
"And that bothers you?"
"Yes," I gritted.
"I see."
What did he see? Oh this man was infuriating.
"Would it make you feel better to be referred to as my guest than my hostage?"
"A guest implies I have a choice in the matter."
"So what would you have chosen if I had invited you?" He tilted his head and seemed honestly curious to hear my answer.
"Horn of course," I said vehemently.
"See," he opened his palms as if it were the most logical reason in the universe, "that's why I couldn't give you a choice. I need you by my side."
"For what?" I asked exasperated, because for the life of me I couldn't figure it out.
For what indeed.
I rose from the couch and stepped toward her. She put her palms up protectively until they pressed against my chest. I felt her tremble through her touch, noticed how her breasts moved up and down more rapidly.
"I don't know yet," I told her the truth. "But I can't seem to bear not being near you."
"So you are keeping me prisoner indefinitely?" She challenged. Her eyes betrayed the hard tone of her voice. Her pupils dilated filled with the same desire that was rushing through my body.
"If I must," I admitted.
My arms moved around her, my right hand landed on her lower back, just above the swell of her tantalizing ass, the other moved up to cup half of her face, two fingers buried into the soft of her hair, my thump caressed her sweet lips. The hand by her lower back, pulled her against me, so that she could feel the stiffness of my cock.
She let out a loud, surprised exhale, the brush of air teased the skin on my face so close to hers, but it was her pupils turning into black discs, that was my undoing, I lowered my shoulders, bent my neck and claimed her mouth once again.
There hadn't been much else I had thought of since tasting them for the first time. Keeping up a conversation with her and her brother had been hard enough, keeping on top of it nearly impossible, but I had managed.
