"Look,"
he said, flashing his gaze down the table. Following
instinctively,
Esther saw that while her attention had been so distracted
by Arturo
and then Drago himself, things had grown much more relaxed.
Not to say
lax. Wine flowed faster among the remains of the magnificent
feast.
The noble ladies she had seen earlier had mostly departed
and now women
of a different character sat in several male laps. One woman
had her
face buried in her man's neck. Some couples were kissing
with abandon.
One man, seated beside his woman, bent his head and began to
kiss her
breasts. His hand came up to cup the covered part and the
woman's eyes
closed in ecstasy.
Burning,
Esther dragged her eyes away, which was a mistake because
she immediately
encountered Drago's gaze instead.
"I
would do that to you," he said. "Now."
A
gasp escaped her, of want, of fear that he would, or that he
wouldn't,
she no longer knew.
"And
what's more I think you'd like it. I think you wouldn't care
if anyone
watched--God's teeth, you might even like that, too.
Certainly, you'd
invite me closer, draw your gown just a little farther down
for me,
till your aureoles begin to peep out over the top and my
tongue can…"
"Shut
up!" she gasped. Furious at the effect of his words on her
hot, traitorous
body, she scrabbled frantically for defense, and found it in
attack.
"Do you imagine this will make me reveal the secrets of my
sorcery?"
"If
it doesn't, it will be such fun trying that I won't care."
She
swallowed. She could imagine his hands on her body, his
mouth at her
breast, tugging sensuously at her nipple. It would feel so
wicked, so
good…
Furiously,
she blinked the vision away. She had to make him stop this.
"And if
I agree to tell you everything now, will you leave me
alone?"
He
smiled and reached for his cup. Raising it to his lips he
shook his
head. "No," he said softly, and drank before lowering the
cup. "Face
it, Esther. You're captive, and you're mine. You will tell
me everything.
And I will have you."
If
she hadn't been sitting, her legs would have given way.
"Why?"
she demanded. "Punishment? Because I doubted your motive for
fighting
Alessandro de Verini?"
"Maybe,"
he confessed. "But you won't feel punished."
"I'll
feel sick. Why pick on me when you have a court full of
whores dying
to spread their legs for you? Why pick on the one woman who
doesn't
want to sleep with you?"
"Because
I want her more than them. And because, despite
protestations, I'm fairly
certain she wants me more than they do. I--er--doubt their
motives.
Yours is pure lust, and all the more exciting because you're
fighting
it."
She
tried to curl her trembling lips. "Do you imagine you're
reading my
mind?"
"I've
become good at it." He leaned closer, whispered, "Besides, I
can
smell your arousal."
His
finger brushed lightly across the swell of her breast,
burning the naked
skin, making her gasp. "Why are you torturing me?"
He
smiled, leaning over her so that she had to bend her head
backward to
hold his burning gaze. "Because I like it…" The flames seemed
to have consumed the darkness of his eyes now. He looked
like a devil.
His mouth hovered over hers, so close she could almost taste
the wine
on his breath as it stirred her lips. "Because I can."
"Bastard,"
she whispered.
"Evil
and insane…" His mouth closed over hers, already moving over
her
lips, opening them wider for his tongue. It was like a
sensual tidal
wave. She couldn't have fought him if she'd tried.
Deliberately, his
hand closed over her breast, like a branding before any of
his court
who cared to look. If there was any doubt before that she
was his whore,
there would be none now. Even the wild, overtly sensual kiss
devastating
her mouth was designed to brand her as his, and yet behind
it was a
curious tenderness she had never expected.
And
when he broke it, his eyes blazed into hers with a passion
so powerful
it terrified her. She had never seen such naked lust in any
man's eyes
and she was so desperate to taste it she moaned aloud.
"Mine,"
he whispered, almost in wonder. Then, more harshly, "Mine!"
He
sprang to his feet, hauling her with him. "Now."