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It might have been easier if he put his hands on her, but he didn’t.His elbows were braced on the arms of the chair just past her toes, chin propped on his fist.He surveyed her bound, naked, and exposed body with a sort of lazy interest.
Nomi knew exactly which fantasy she was going to tell him.
Chapter11
The cruel king looked down on me as I knelt at his feet, the cold stone of the throne room floor making me shiver.I jerked at the chains, trying to rise, but they were too short.The heavy manacles around my wrists dug into my hands as I strained to rise.
One of the king’s guardsmen grabbed me by the hair, ignoring my cry of pain, and forced my head towards the floor.He didn’t stop until my forehead touched stone, my body bowed forward and helpless.
“Defiant.”The king’s voice was dark, but tinged by a hint of amusement.
Weird, Nomi thought, there’d never been a hint of amusement in the king's voice before.Normally he was all cruelty at the beginning of her fantasy.
“You may have forced my father to give me to you, but I’m not yours.”My words were spoken to the floor, since the guard still held me down, his hand gripping my hair.
“That is where you are wrong.You absolutely belong to me.Body and soul.”
The king’s words stole my breath.
“But especially your body.”
Fear made my eyes sting, but I refused to cry.
“Strip her,” the king commanded.
I froze in fear as another guard approached, his footsteps heavy.He bent, unlocking my manacles.Only then did the first guard use his hold on my hair to drag me to my feet.
I shoved at their hands, but they stripped my outer dress, leaving me in my shift.
“What’s a shift?”Tareq asked.
“It’s like an under-dress thing.Honestly, I’m not sure, but in the fantasy I definitely have one, and it’s sexy and maybe a little see-through.”
“I can picture it.Please go on.You’re an amazing storyteller.”
I break free of the guards’ hold for a moment and try to run, but they catch me.They force my hands behind my back and pull my hair so my back arches.I’m helpless before them, and I can feel the guards looking at me.I wonder if the king will let them use me, and the thought makes me sick.
But the king is sitting up, taking in every inch of me.I look at him, our gazes meet, and the cruelty I see there promises dark things.
“Take her to my rooms.”
The guards haul me through the palace.
“Palace or castle?”Tareq asked.
“Palace.Castle implies no indoor plumbing, so I go with palace.”
“I was picturing a medieval castle.”
“As long as it has indoor plumbing.”
Tareq’s lips twitched, but he nodded for Nomi to continue.
The king’s rooms are unexpectedly beautiful, with a massive bed covered in gold fabric and pillows.The tall windows look out over the rugged coastline.I can see the harbor where some of his pirate ships are parked.
“He’s a pirate, too?”Tareq grinned.
“Are you making fun of me?”Strangely, his smile didn’t make Nomi feel stupid or silly.He seemed to be enjoying her story, her fantasy, even if he also teased her.
