Crimson's Captivation by LLC Melange Books

traced the
branded mark, his mouth mere centimeters from her right ear. “There
is a danger about you, even now your heart pounds but not from
fear. You’re pure temptation, a deadly obsession. I could take you
now, push you up against the wall and enter you from behind. Please
my lust, but I think we both know that would only be the start. I’d
starve the moment you were gone, the emptiness would haunt me. To
be haunted for eternity would be unbearable, believe me I
know.”
    “I wouldn’t leave,” she pined, turning her
mouth closer to his.
    “Then that is far worse. I would lose focus.
My lust destroys. Yours on the other hand, captivates. That is the
fairy-tale that cannot endure the lust of two souls.” He lifted her
peignoir again, ran his hand over her soft butt, cupped her flesh
in his palm and closed his eyes. She pushed her flesh against his
hand. He burned her shape and responsiveness of her into his
memory.
    Kieran released the peignoir and watched the
light, sheer fabric slowly waterfall over her. He fought off his
own desires. He could feel the tension as his cock swelled against
the leather of his pants and he felt that inner demand for the
smooth succulence of a woman.
    “I’ll take you now, right now,” Crimson
whispered. “Let your cock feel the inner softness of my cheeks, my
mouth. The intimacy of my tongue. Save me from that selfish lover
and I’ll be yours for eternity.”
    His cock surged further down his leg at the
thought of Crimson on her knees, his cock moving in and out of her
beautiful lips and over the warmth of her tongue. That thought was
quickly replaced with them chest to chest, and then replaced again,
with him holding her legs in the air, spread the width of his
shoulders. “I’m tempted, my lovely Crimson. I think nothing would
please me more, but this was settled the moment the auction
ended.”
    He was back in front of them and announced,
“Sunset is an hour away. Soon we will move. Untie the last one and
bring her to me.”
    He walked toward the large fireplace, sat on
the hearth, watched as the caretakers untied Sena, and guided her
toward him. Sena was set upon the hearth, next to Kieran and he
removed her blindfold. She refused to make eye contact. Instead,
she focused on some distant place in the past.
    “How did you escape?” he asked.
    Sena didn’t answer.
    Kieran placed his hand under her chin and
tilted her head toward him. “You bare the mark of Tor now, you will
not be returned to Crimea. It is of vital importance that I know
how you escaped.”
    “A chambermaid…” Sena started then stopped
when the door to the bathing room opened. Sounds from the busy
hallway filled the room. Orders were shouted and acknowledged
between the caretakers on the move.
    “Go on, a chambermaid…” Kieran insisted.
    Sena swallowed hard, “a chambermaid tipped me
off that a Sultan would be visiting the castle. I waited, seduced
one of his harem and while she slept, I stole her clothes and left
in disguise with the Sultan’s entourage. I snuck away during the
night.”
    “I see. And how did you survive on the
outside?”
    “Didn’t survive long. Only two nights and I
was captured by one of your men and brought here again.”
    “Who captured you?”
    “Not sure. He had short black hair and spoke
with a thick accent. You won’t send me back to Crimea will
you?”
    “No, I will not. It would be an embarrassment
to my operation. The one who found you should’ve known who you were
and returned you. I will deal with him later.” Kieran grasped her
by the wrist and led her back to her place behind Crimson, tied the
knot and fitted the blindfold in place. A caretaker tugged on the
rope, and the three captives were led into the hallway.
    Crimson was distraught. She knew every
footstep led her closer to Tor, and Kieran, had rebuffed her
attempt at seduction. Desperation filled her. This game had been
exciting, even pleasurable, until now. Now, Tor would win, and she
worried