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I went stiff.
“I want her,” Prince Thorne repeated. “For the duration of my time here, she is mine.”
CHAPTER 23
The unexpected and possibly inappropriate orgasm had likely addled my mind, because there was no way I’d heard Prince Thorne correctly.
Claude slowly lowered the bottle of brandy. “Why?”
“Does there have to be a reason?” Prince Thorne countered.
Disbelief coursed through me. Ihadheard him correctly.
Jerking out of my stupor, I snapped forward, but I didn’t make it very far before the Prince’s arm tugged me back against his chest. My head whipped toward him. “Let me go.”
Swirling eyes locked with mine. A tense heartbeat passed; then his arm slipped away as a faint grin appeared. “Your command is my will.”
I stood, bumping into the table and rattling the glasses that remained as I slipped away from him. “I don’t know why you’re smiling, Your Grace. What you ask for, you cannot have.”
“Thorne,” he corrected. He picked up his whiskey. “This should come as a surprise to no one, but just so we all are clear, what I want? I get. And what I want is for you to keep me company during my stay here.”
I inhaled sharply. “Well, I suppose this will be a first for you then.”
He took a drink as he looked up at me. “I already had a first. Just once when I didn’t get what I wanted. There will not be a second time.”
Anger welled up inside me so quickly that I forgotwhathe was andwhoI was. “You are out of your mind if you think you can just demand to have me.”
“Lis,” Claude warned.
“No,” I snapped, chest rising and falling heavily. “It will be over my dead body.”
The Prince only raised a brow. “That’s a bit dramatic,na’laa.”
“Don’t call me that.” My lips thinned. “I am not an object that you can simply take possession of or collect.”
“I didn’t suggest that you are an object.”
My nails bit into my palms. “Exactly what are you suggesting then? Because I didn’t hear you ask me what I wanted.”
“I already know what you want.” Something far too close to amusement danced in his churning eyes.
“You have no idea what I want.”
“We’ll have to disagree on that.”
“There’s no disagreeing— ”
“I’m only asking this once,” he said to the Baron, cutting me off. “I will not ask again.”
“In other words, you’re not asking for permission,” I shot back.
He lifted a shoulder. “You can choose to see it that way.”
“Choose?” I exclaimed. “There is no other way to see it.”
“Once more, we will have to disagree.”
“Why her?” Claude demanded again, surprising me.
