Page 47 of Empress of Savages


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As the Emperor glowers back, I can feel the heat of his power all the way from his smoldering eyes, through the frosty air and right down to my pants. He is the main course I have to have and to savor.

I turn back to the Mastermind and hold up my cable-tied wrists. “Cut these off for me.” His lips are so near. Before he moves, I stretch up and take a swift kiss, rolling my his against his.

I rock back on my heels and say, “Please.” Then, “I can’t grab your ass with my wrists bound.”

“I can see other advantages, though,” the Mastermind fishes in his pockets for a knife. I look back up to the Warrior, but his face has gone from the balcony.

We’ll talk. Later.

As he comes down the stairs, I try to catch his eye, but he’s talking with the Emperor, and the Mastermind is cutting my wrists free.

As the three men come closer, it’s like three tornados of emotion all whip through me, ripping everything up and flinging it in the air.

The Emperor struts down the steps. His potent swagger makes me buzz. Then I see the front of his beautifully draped suit pants.

“Oh-my!” I tell him, “You ARE pleased to see me.”

“Honestly,” he drawls, “I have kind of mixed feelings.”

“Get over yourself.” The Warrior chuckles. I feel like I haven’t heard that in way too long a time. “He thought while you were out for the count, it was his chance to be in charge.”

In charge?I look in the Emperor’s face. Whatever this thing is, he was in charge,while I was out?Meaning that I was in charge up to then? I’m trying to take it in, but I can see how it makes sense. These three hot, troublingly powerful men all have their own strengths and talents, but they need leadership.

“So,” I ask him, “how would you say that’s been going?”

He makes an attempt at a modest smile. He starts, “There’s scope for improvement in some areas, definitely.”

“Crap.” The Warrior’s eyes burn.

“You don’t think so?” The Emperor’s eyebrows rise.

“No,” the Warrior says, “I mean how it’s gone. You taking charge. It’s been crap.”

“Look,” his chest is out, he’s standing erect. He’s getting ready to make a speech. I put a finger up, onto his lips. They do feel nice. I flash a glance to the Warrior.

I wish I could read the expression in his eyes. It’s definitely hot, but there’s more to it. It’s more complicated.

He reaches out and grabs me. Pulls me to him. My chest slams into his and the breath goes out of me. His lips flex and his eyes are on my mouth as he says, “It’s so fucking good to see you back,Principessa.”

He squeezes my ass and I yelp. Half from excitement, and half from stunned surprise.

I turn to look at the other two, but my Warrior takes my chin in his hand and pulls me back to him. He pulls my face to his as he leans in.

I want this so much. And I need to get out of here.

But what the fuck is going on?

His kiss is deep. Long. Wet and hard. And filthy.

My head is in such turmoil and confusion, I’m glad of the escape and I plunge into it.

Since I came to, I have constantly been trying to remember, searching inside, looking to find myself, trying to peer through all the curtains and veils. So far, its all been for nothing. I’ve just been knocking myself out, struggling to break through solid walls

Now, here, I’m wrapped and carried away, transported in waves of thrilling sensation. Fuck the world. Forget it all. Just feel the muscles and passion in this spectacular man. Feel him holding me, Kissing me. Adoring me.

He presses every part of his body into mine and I respond. I lose myself at last.

My hands grab onto his ass. The way he grips and fondles mine, I lift a leg to crook it around his thigh and scrape my pussy on the ridge of his cock.

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