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CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys(7)

By:Opal Carew


His lips climbed the mount of her glorious breasts. He shifted her left  wrist against her right and held both in one hand, freeing his other to  pull back the edge of the fabric of her bra. Fully into the play, she  struggled beneath him. Her bared breast shared the secret of her real  feelings, however, the nipple standing tall and proud, inviting him to  touch it.

He covered it with his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. She was such a  delicious, sinfully sexy woman. She began to struggle harder,  protesting louder.

"No. Don't."

"But I am your master," he asserted, in a commanding voice. "You must bend to my will."

He freed her other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She moaned,  a sound of pure pleasure, in total contradiction to her mock protests.

He needed both hands free, so he decided to bind her. That way she could  still struggle. Not wanting to go in search of cuffs, he sat on her  hips, pinning her firmly between his legs, and twisted around to grasp  the bottom of her skirt and tear off a strip. She gasped.

He tried to grab her wrists but she kept pulling them away.

"No. Let me go."

Finally, he captured them firmly and wrapped them tightly in the silk  fabric, then tied the other end to the leg of the heavy marble table  beside the couch. She was magnificent as she struggled against the bond,  her cheeks flushed, her silky chestnut hair wild like a temptress.

"Please stop."

He would have believed her plaintive cries if her nipples weren't so  hard and pebbled and if she didn't have a look of yearning in her eyes.  Still, the sounds disturbed him. He didn't want to ruin the mood by  asking her to stop so, remaining in character, he tore another strip  from her skirt and tied it around her mouth, securing it with a tight  knot.

She shook her head wildly back and forth while he reached around behind  her and unfastened her bra. In seconds, her breasts sprang free, the  lovely mounds bouncing with her movements. He grasped one with both  hands, and laved it with his tongue, starting around the edge of the  aureole, then spiraling in to the center, until he captured the hard  peak of her nipple. He lapped with his tongue, and then sucked hard. She  gasped, the fabric of the gag curving into her mouth. He smiled at her,  caressed her other breast, then sucked on that quivering nipple.

She arched her hips as though trying to buck him off, surprising him  with her strength. He moved down her thighs, pinning them tightly  between his knees, and then removed the beaded belt around her hips. He  tugged away what was left of the skirt. He'd hated to ruin the  enchanting garment, but it was worth it.         

     



 

Now, she lay before him wearing only the skimpy lavender panties. He  admired her body, his gaze gliding from her hips, over her navel, up her  stomach to her breath-taking breasts, then came to rest on her face.

Then her cheek. And the single tear streaming down it.

He froze.

"Angelica, you are an excellent actress. You could almost make me believe  … "

She shook her head wildly and his chest tightened. Had he made a mistake?

He unfastened the gag and removed it.

"Why are you doing this to me? It's not fair. I didn't do anything wrong!" She sobbed and tears streamed freely from her eyes.

His chest constricted. What had he done?

"Angelica. I didn't mean to  … " As he spoke, he reached out to stroke her cheek but she dodged her head back, cringing.

"You're afraid of me?"

"What do you expect? You're attacking me!"

"But this is just a game."

Anger filled her eyes.

"Maybe to you. You have all the power."

He untied her wrists, but annoyance flooded through him. Her body had  reacted to him. He knew she'd been enjoying his kisses. His caresses.

"You have wanted me right from the beginning," he retorted.

"Why you arrogant-"

"Then you began the role-playing."

"That's what you thought? Why would you?"

"I read the books in your purse," he responded.

Her jaw dropped open.

"You went through my purse? How dare you?"

He glared at her.

"Silence!"

At his commanding tone, her mouth clamped shut and her eyes widened.

"You were aroused by everything I was just doing."

"I was n-"

"Silence!"

He glared at her until her erratic breathing calmed and he was fairly certain she wouldn't interrupt him again.

"I will not force you to have sex with me, I don't need to force a  woman, but you have wronged my family and me and you will have to pay  that debt somehow." Angelica stared at the devil-man, her insides  twisting. He stood up and stormed toward the doorway, leaving her mostly  naked body sprawled on the couch.

The adrenaline pumping through her like rocket fuel at Kadin's  aggression had subsided when he'd backed off, but now it flooded her  system again as a new fear rocked her.

Would he imprison her after all? Is that what Kadin had in mind for her?



Kadin stormed into his room, and threw himself into a large, upholstered  chair, and stared out the window at the night sky, seething. As the  stars glittered in the blackness, his anger subsided and guilt pushed  through him.

He had frightened the poor, young woman when he had only meant to please  her. He pushed himself to his feet and paced, his hands clasped behind  his back. What kind of fool was he? He knew nothing of these sorts of  games.

The memory of Angelica arching beneath him, her hips pressing up against  his groin, set his cock throbbing. It had been very stimulating.  Certainly learning would be well worth the effort, but his first attempt  had failed miserably.

He had frightened her. His jaw clenched. That thought brought out a  fierce protectiveness he had never experienced before. His hands  clenched into fists. Damn it. He wanted to protect her from himself!

What kind of fool had he been to get involved with the woman who had been involved in Dhiya being taken from him?

He approached the open window, and then leaned against the ledge,  breathing in the sultry night air, the fragrance of exotic blossoms from  the garden below caressing his senses.

Did he really still believe Angelica could be involved in a plot to  kidnap his beloved Dhiya? His heart told him 'no,' but was that just  because of the profound attraction he felt for Angelica? Was he just  convincing himself that the sweetness he saw in her was real, rather  than a clever façade executed by an expert actress.

He crossed his arms and stared at the full moon.

Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision now. The team of security  people he'd sent in search of Dhiya would find her and bring her back,  then the truth would be revealed. For now, he would keep a close eye on  Angelica.

He pushed himself to his feet and strode toward the door. In fact, he would not let her out of his sight.





Chapter Seven

Once Kadin left, the same woman who had brought Angelica to Kadin's  quarters led her back to her own. The woman, who introduced herself as  Naja, helped Angelica strip off the costume, frowning the whole time at  the torn skirt, and then took the outfit away with her, clearly  believing Angelica couldn't be trusted with it.

Angelica slipped on the gown the woman left for her, then climbed under  the silk covers of the large, four poster bed, and tried not to think  about her ordeal with Kadin, nor her worries about what would happen to  her. Once the adrenaline subsided, she fell into a light sleep.

She tossed and turned and somewhere in the wee hours a calming presence settled her nerves and she relaxed.



A smiling Kadin caressed her body with tender strokes. She touched his  cheek, stared into his midnight eyes, and yearned for something she'd  never experienced before. Love and the gentle touch of a man. Her hand  glided down his tightly-muscled chest, over his belly, to his large  erection. Then she did something she'd only read about before. She  wrapped her hand around a man's penis. It throbbed in her grip. Longing  jolted through her.

He eased her onto her back.

"Let me make love to you, my darling," he murmured.

"Yes, Kadin. Make love to me."

He climbed over her and his hard shaft nudged between her legs.

"Oh, yes."

His cock pushed between her folds-just a little-then stopped.

She slid her hands around his hips and tried to pull him forward, but still he held back.

"Oh, please," she cried

"Angelica?"

She wanted him so badly.

"Kadin, please."



"Angelica?"

Her eyes opened. It had only been a dream.

Yet, staring down at her was Kadin, his face bathed in moonlight. He lay  stretched out beside her, his hard, muscular body pressed close to  hers.

She could deny it no longer. No matter the consequences, she wanted him.

Reaching out her hand, she stroked his cheek.

"Touch me."

He gazed down at her, hesitant.

"No games," she assured. "I want you to touch me, to  … "

She knew what she wanted, but she couldn't find the words.

She didn't have to. He leaned toward her and brushed her lips lightly  with his own. The sensual bliss of his touch shimmered through her. She  flung her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. Her tongue  flicked between his lips and danced along his tongue, first curling  under it, and then stroking over the top.