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And he could well imagine the pleasure to be had there. A soft, delicate woman as heated as the hottest fire. Silken flesh. Sharp little nails.
His dick was vicious hard as he moved up the steps. The scent of her reached out to him, drew him. Hell, it was all he could do to keep his senses intact at the scent of her fear and her pain.
Betrayal was a bitter seed, and it was festering inside her. A father who had betrayed so many others surely would have no problem betraying one tender, trusting daughter.
And when he betrayed her, Creed Raines would be there. To deliver the final betrayal.
At that thought, he paused on the final step.
A feeling of reluctance stirred within his chest. Suddenly, fleetingly, the idea of betraying her seemed so very wrong.
Forcibly shaking the thought away, he took that last step, determination steeling him against these other emotions. He’d made a vow. He was a part of something far greater than a twinge of conscience.
Moving to the closed bedroom door, he rapped his knuckles softly against the heavy wood and waited. She was in there. He could smell her tears, her pain. The delicate scent of a woman who had reached a limit.
TWO
Kita swung the door open, expecting to find her father. Instead, she saw Creed Raines standing on the other side.
He’d witnessed her humiliation, witnessed her running. God, she hated that.
“What do you want?” For some unknown reason, she wanted to throw herself against him, to release the tears she was holding inside and feel his arms surround her.
Comfort. She wanted his comfort, and she had never wanted or needed that with the same strength as she did now.
He stepped inside, moving around her as though it was a foregone conclusion that he was welcome.
As though he belonged there.
“Close the door.”
She turned and stared at him in mocking amazement.
“Did someone call and inform you that you were in charge or something?” She gave the door a hard push, though, before turning to face him.
Damn, she was just fucking pretty.
Creed watched her brush back a stray strand of hair, tucking it into the rest of her shoulder-length, dark blonde waves as she glared back at him with soft, doe brown eyes.
Damn, he loved her eyes. He also loved the way she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and pressed down, just a little bit. Just enough pressure to make his body tighten, his dick throb harder.
She hadn’t changed out of the miniscule bikini she had worn by the pool, though it was somewhat obscured by the thin violet wrap she’d put on over it.
She looked good in that dark purple color. Good enough to eat and come back for seconds.
“Would you like to get away for a while?” Where the hell had that offer come from?
She blinked back at him before her gaze narrowed. “Where?”
“Does it matter?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let me surprise you.”
There was a part of him standing back in amazement and simply shaking his head in amused resignation. But the part of him inviting her out, that was standing there with his cock throbbing in anticipation, and his blood pounding in unusual excitement sent a sense of life burning through him.
There were times when he had felt like a robot, like a man without a course. But that was before he had stepped into the Engalls’s home and met the princess he was to stay close to, close enough to gain her trust, her father’s trust, so he could turn her over to Jonas Wyatt if needed.
“You’ll surprise me?” He watched those dark, doe brown eyes suddenly gleam with anticipation. “What if I don’t like your surprise?”
Oh, that wasn’t happening. He knew her. He thought perhaps he knew her better than he knew himself.
