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"As I told you before, I want you here. You are my hostage and—"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you want me here?"
"Because…" he broke off, staring at me. "Dammit, I don't have time for this right now." He cursed.
"Fine, then let me go."
"Is that really what you want?" He asked exasperated, his hand moved through his hair, while his eyes nailed me down.
"This is not about me," I tried to evade an answer. How in the hell had he turned the tide against me?
"Oh I think it is. Why are you so adamant to leave?" He was realizing he had found some leverage and pressed his point.
I rolled my eyes. "Isn't that obvious? I'm needed on Horn, I need to be—"
"Your people are being well taken care of by your brother." Myles stated. "You are enjoying it here." He lifted his finger as I opened my mouth to deny his claim, "Don't lie to me just because it's easier."
I closed my mouth and glared at him.
"You like exploring the old ruins. You even asked me to take you to Attourna, which I promised I would. Those are future plans. Plans that entail you staying here. So what is it then you find suddenly so objective that you want to leave? Me?"
I backed up as he rose his hand to caress my arm. Shaking my head, I backed up even more as he kept advancing.
"I don't think you found our kisses that objectionable. I think you enjoyed them."
My back hit a pillar and I glid around it, deeper into a hallway. He didn't let me go far. His palms hit the pillar on both sides of my head, effectively caging me in.
My heart beat erratically and I could only stare at him while his words hit me to the core.
"You didn't." His head leaned forward and anticipation rushed through me. "Tell me you didn't enjoy our kisses and I will let you go."
I opened my mouth to tell him just that, but the lie wouldn't leave my tongue.
"I’ll send you on a boat, right now, back to Horn." He was so close, his warm breath caressed my cheek.
My body betrayed me first, followed by my traitorous mouth. "I enjoyed our kisses," I admitted.
"You want me to kiss you right now, don't you?" Myles's lips were so close. I could almost feel them against mine.
I closed my eyes, "Yes."
"Zyn," he rasped.
"Zyn," I capitulated, because my entire body was aflame with the desire to have him close, to have him touch me, kiss me.
He didn't chuckle, I don't think my pride could have taken that, but his lips did press against mine in a demanding kiss that made it clear who was in control.
For some unfathomable reason my body and mind rejoiced in my surrender. It felt good not having to make any decisions, to be the one being driven forward instead of being the driver. I felt myself fully relaxing as his hands finally moved from their place on either side next to my head and began roving my body.
My arms crossed behind his neck, my fingers played with his thick hair, the nape of his thick neck while my skin was turning sensitive to every brush, every breath, every waft. I was aware of the material of my dress clinging to me, aware of my nipples as they hardened against his chest. Every fiber, every cell in me screamed for his touch, wouldn't be satisfied with a mere kiss this time.
Wetness leaked from my pussy, readying me for things I had never done before and the thought of it happening now, with him, enflamed me so much, I groaned into his mouth.
His hand balled the material of my dress, pulled it up so his fingers could brush over the tender skin of my thigh. Shamelessly and automatically, I angled my leg and brought it around his hip so he could touch more skin.
