unable to give you. I think that if I were the meek sort of man you speak of, one who would so easily let you go, you would grow bored quickly. I may rouse your wrath, but I also make you burn with need. I make you scream in the bedroom, and I can quench those fires that are so easily lit within you. I’ll give you some time to cool off, and then we will have dinner together,” he said, backing up a few feet.
She finally had some space from him, but his words were making her head spin. Yes, she wanted him — and she hated herself for that weakness. And hell would freeze over before she admitted any of it.
“I’m tired, Adriane. I wish to bathe and sleep, so kindly leave my room,” she huffed.
“This isn’t your room. I have something much more special planned for you,” he said, and he held out his arm.
“I won’t be sleeping in
“I wouldn’t think of asking you to do that until after the wedding,” he said, his arm still held out.
“Just show me where I’m sleeping,” she said, no fight left. She was hungry, dirty, and tired, and she felt as if she hadn’t had a nap at all. Her eyelids felt like weights, and she was afraid that if she continued her confrontation with Adriane, he would eventually start making sense. She couldn’t allow that to happen.
Ignoring his arm, she stepped past him and opened the door, waiting for him to join her. A smile hid beneath her pursed lips when he glared. Adriane didn’t seem to like having a lady hold the door open for him. Hey, if she’d known he was so easily agitated, she would have started tormenting him long before.
Taking the door from her grip, he held out his hand, indicating she should step through before him, even though it was customary for the king’s wife or future wife to walk behind him. See, he was being very generous to her — even breaking royal protocol.
Sighing, she did as he wanted, fearing a standoff that could take hours. After all, she was just too tired for their battle of wills to continue. As she entered the hallway she’d run through not long before, she looked around, thinking that she could do this. Once alone, bathed, fed and rested, she would come up with a plan of escape. If Adriane really thought she was going to bend to his will, then he had chosen the wrong woman to mess with.
Freedom was just a few hours away. That thought carried her through the seemingly endless halls of his castle.
When entering the room he had prepared for her, she gasped, unable to hide her reaction. Turning to look at his face, she knew she’d given him the reaction he wanted, and she closed her mouth, narrowed her eyes and walked inside.
“Enjoy your room, my beautiful fiancee,” he said before shutting the doors behind her.
Rachel gazed at a room that looked like living quarters for a concubine, with a large maharaja-style four- poster canopy bed in the center, draped elegantly with colorful jewel-toned fabrics, enclosing the mattress for privacy.
Everything in the room screamed sensuality and eroticism, with low lighting, Asian-inspired lanterns and candles smelling of musk, and with pillows and benches strategically placed to make a woman think of sex — sex in many different places and in varying positions. And, of course, there were mirrors, mirrors everywhere. Nothing that lovers did here would likely go unseen or unsavored.
Walking over to a draped table, Rachel grinned at the overflowing bowl of fruit; she picked up a bundle of grapes and ate a couple. From the tastefulness of the decor of the other room she’d been in, Rachel had a pretty good idea that this was Adriane’s idea of a joke.
He wanted to resume their affair, take her back to his bed, so he was sending her a message, loud and clear, that she was now in his harem. Her brow furrowing, she remembered him making a comment about multiple wives.
Like hell she would ever allow that!
Why was she even thinking of that comment? It didn’t matter, as she wasn’t going to sleep with him ever again and she certainly wasn’t going to marry him. Not even if his harem room had done its trick and she was feeling the pressure build in her core.
“You just need to eat, rest and plan. If you can make it through tonight, you are one step closer to escape,” she reminded herself as she walked to the bathroom.
Stepping through the doors, she actually laughed, surprising herself.
Though this was what he wanted her to do, she couldn’t resist stripping and walking slowly down the steps, then sinking to her chin in the tub, grateful it wasn’t too hot to bathe safely, without fear of harming her unborn baby.
This was what she’d needed. Pure heaven, she thought as she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax and not think about her predicament.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with King Adriane once again. She had no idea how many times she would be thinking this same thought over the next few weeks.
Chapter Nine
“I’m not comfortable with this, Ari,” Rafe said, and he paused in his pacing. He took off his jacket and tossed it over a chair, then began undoing the buttons on the front of his shirt.
Ari’s stomach fluttered as his beautifully tanned chest became more exposed to view. Oh, how she wished they’d been able to wed that day. She so much wanted to have this man as her husband, know that he would always be hers.
“Are you paying attention?” he asked, agitation clear in his tone.
“Oh, yes, darling…I am,” she purred, her attention mainly on her rising need for him to join her in bed.
She was wearing far too many clothes, and she’d have to remedy that situation sooner rather than later.
Rafe deciphered her tone, and he turned to look fully at her as he opened his shirt, showing his rippling abs.
Her face must have been a mask of passion, of smoldering desire, because his frown evaporated. Rafe licked his lips and began walking toward her, undoing his cuff links and letting the costly gold clatter to the floor to roll off somewhere unknown.
Then his shirt was gone, and Ari could think of nothing better to do than run her fingers along his hard flesh.
Rafe sat on the bed and kicked his shoes off before lying down on his side and snaking out his arms to pull her up against him, his lips brushing over hers before he pulled back, making her whimper her disapproval.
“I’m trying to be serious, woman, and you are making it virtually impossible to have a conversation with your ‘take me now’ expression following me around,” he said, and then kissed her nose.
“Ah, I see. You want to talk?” she asked while her fingernails trailed seductively up and down his naked back, slipping inside the waistband of his pants to squeeze the taut flesh of his buttocks. He had one fine ass.
“I’m forgetting all about the topic of conversation,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again, another soft, light kiss that made her want him desperately, but again he pulled back, fire igniting in his eyes, though his movements were controlled.
“I think a little forgetting is just fine with me,” she said, pushing her hips against his, reveling in the feel of his arousal.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you were deliberately trying to sidetrack me,” he said with a small chuckle.
“Now, why ever would I do that?” she asked.
“Because you know that I want to find a certain king and hang him by his toes,” Rafe said, bending down and kissing along her jaw, his tongue heating her skin.
“Mmm, forget about Adriane. Think about me,” she whispered, laying her head back to allow better
