shocked by her outburst. She watched as Kirill stopped in mid-kiss. His firm lips drew back from the woman's and his hand fell from her breast to his side. He turned confused eyes to look at her. Ulyssa wiggled her fingers at him in greeting, drawing attention to her wrists above her head. She pressed her lips together, giving him a mockingly wry smile.
"You?" the stunned woman by his side began. Her wide eyes roamed over Ulyssa. Suddenly, she bowed low, "Forgive me, my lady. I did not seek an introduction. I am Linzi. I didn't know the King already had a first. I didn't know to seek your permission."
Kirill frowned and opened his mouth to speak. Linzi's words stopped him.
"I'm sorry for tempting you, my lord. I'll spend the required thirty days in exile from you. If you wish to have me then, you know where to find me." Linzi bowed and rushed from the room.
Kirill didn't even try to stop her from going. A rueful expression crossed his features and his heated gaze turned to the bed. Seeing her, a frown grew between his brown-black eyes. Ulyssa met his stare dead on. The challenge between them was once more renewed.
Chapter Four
"Cute little girlfriend you have there," Ulyssa said dryly, "nice and submissive. I'm curious, does she have to ask permission to get on her knees and give you a blow--"
"What are you doing here, Lyssa?" Kirill asked, crossing his arms. He had no qualms about checking out her bound form on his bed. Interest lit inside him, as he unabashedly studied her tantalizing position.
"Uh, in case you're blind, I really don't have a choice but to be here at the moment. Your barbarian of a brother, Falke, tied me here." Ulyssa again wiggled her fingers for dramatic effect, but his eyes weren't on her hands. She tried to draw her legs together, but it did no good. If he were to lean over just a little further, he'd see right up her skirt. Moisture pooled between her thighs, making her more than ready.
"And why would he have done that?" Kirill asked, coming to stand beside the bed. A slow, delicious smile curled his lips. A soft light shone from the closet, giving a pleasing dimness to his bedroom, casting their skin in a romantic softness that seemed out of place in their battle of the wills.
"I don't know," she lied. Her voice dipped and she couldn't stop herself from looking at him.
"Hum." Kirill studied her a moment longer before shrugging. "Suit yourself. I know my brother wouldn't have tied you there without cause. Until you're ready to speak the truth, I'll be forced to leave you where you're at."
Kirill made a move to leave. Ulyssa tensed.
"Fine!" she yelled after him as his hand touched the door. "I was trying to escape this damned palace--which I'm sure you're well aware is one giant maze. Some guard stopped me, then your brother showed up out of nowhere and...." Ulyssa sighed, rolling her eyes in her head. "And I might have told him you chose me to be your woman. Now untie me."
"You said what?" Kirill paled slightly. His eyes darted around to hers.
"Gawd! You don't have to look at me like that. Okay, so I'm not your type. You don't have to rub it in. I'm not a freaking leper!" Ulyssa glared at him. What in the hell was wrong with her for a lover? She was ever bit as attractive as that harlot she'd just chased out of the room with her presence. "Besides, you'd be lucky to sleep with a woman like me--if you could even handle it!"
"I didn't choose you," Kirill said softly. A strange expression came to him. "Why would you say that?"
"Hello? Are you even hearing me? I said I was trying to escape. I thought it would get me a free hall pass." Ulyssa shrugged. "Now, I told you what happened. Untie me."
Kirill's lip curled slightly, but he ignored her otherwise. Slowly, he walked to the fireplace and stuck his steel crown on the mantel. Very thoughtfully, he ran a light finger over the metal edge before moving to smooth back the long length of his black hair.
"Don't you
"You?" the stunned woman by his side began. Her wide eyes roamed over Ulyssa. Suddenly, she bowed low, "Forgive me, my lady. I did not seek an introduction. I am Linzi. I didn't know the King already had a first. I didn't know to seek your permission."
Kirill frowned and opened his mouth to speak. Linzi's words stopped him.
"I'm sorry for tempting you, my lord. I'll spend the required thirty days in exile from you. If you wish to have me then, you know where to find me." Linzi bowed and rushed from the room.
Kirill didn't even try to stop her from going. A rueful expression crossed his features and his heated gaze turned to the bed. Seeing her, a frown grew between his brown-black eyes. Ulyssa met his stare dead on. The challenge between them was once more renewed.
Chapter Four
"Cute little girlfriend you have there," Ulyssa said dryly, "nice and submissive. I'm curious, does she have to ask permission to get on her knees and give you a blow--"
"What are you doing here, Lyssa?" Kirill asked, crossing his arms. He had no qualms about checking out her bound form on his bed. Interest lit inside him, as he unabashedly studied her tantalizing position.
"Uh, in case you're blind, I really don't have a choice but to be here at the moment. Your barbarian of a brother, Falke, tied me here." Ulyssa again wiggled her fingers for dramatic effect, but his eyes weren't on her hands. She tried to draw her legs together, but it did no good. If he were to lean over just a little further, he'd see right up her skirt. Moisture pooled between her thighs, making her more than ready.
"And why would he have done that?" Kirill asked, coming to stand beside the bed. A slow, delicious smile curled his lips. A soft light shone from the closet, giving a pleasing dimness to his bedroom, casting their skin in a romantic softness that seemed out of place in their battle of the wills.
"I don't know," she lied. Her voice dipped and she couldn't stop herself from looking at him.
"Hum." Kirill studied her a moment longer before shrugging. "Suit yourself. I know my brother wouldn't have tied you there without cause. Until you're ready to speak the truth, I'll be forced to leave you where you're at."
Kirill made a move to leave. Ulyssa tensed.
"Fine!" she yelled after him as his hand touched the door. "I was trying to escape this damned palace--which I'm sure you're well aware is one giant maze. Some guard stopped me, then your brother showed up out of nowhere and...." Ulyssa sighed, rolling her eyes in her head. "And I might have told him you chose me to be your woman. Now untie me."
"You said what?" Kirill paled slightly. His eyes darted around to hers.
"Gawd! You don't have to look at me like that. Okay, so I'm not your type. You don't have to rub it in. I'm not a freaking leper!" Ulyssa glared at him. What in the hell was wrong with her for a lover? She was ever bit as attractive as that harlot she'd just chased out of the room with her presence. "Besides, you'd be lucky to sleep with a woman like me--if you could even handle it!"
"I didn't choose you," Kirill said softly. A strange expression came to him. "Why would you say that?"
"Hello? Are you even hearing me? I said I was trying to escape. I thought it would get me a free hall pass." Ulyssa shrugged. "Now, I told you what happened. Untie me."
Kirill's lip curled slightly, but he ignored her otherwise. Slowly, he walked to the fireplace and stuck his steel crown on the mantel. Very thoughtfully, he ran a light finger over the metal edge before moving to smooth back the long length of his black hair.
"Don't you
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