Chia rubbed her wrists and ankles, wishing she had the energy to run again. “You assume too much, Jahan. I shall never be yours,” she promised, her heart fluttering with fear as he strode towards her, his intent plain from the sensuous tilt of his full lips.
“I assure you, Chia, you will be mine before the night is out,” he promised and reached out to unbutton her shirt.
Fear galvanized Chia into action. She fought him like a wild cat, inflicting multiple bruises and scratches on his chest and arms.
Jahan grew weary of fighting her, trying not to harm her. Finally, he tossed her on the bed and covered her body with his. Chia was terrified, he was going to take her. Part of her wanted him to take her, the rational side knew she needed to tell him of her virginity. She opened her mouth, “Jahan wait,” she began and whimpered as he gagged her with a silken scarf.
“No more talk. Soon you will be mine. Swiftly, he cut her clothes from her, his eyes caressing her heavy breasts, the softly rounded belly, the fiery auburn curls covering her sweet cunt, with fierce possession.
Unable to wait any longer, he stripped off his trousers. He was suddenly grateful she was not an innocent. He did not think he had the will power to go slowly with her this first time. He wanted her too badly to go slowly.
Terror struck at Chia’s heart. Her gaze locked onto Jahan’s erection. No way was something that big going to fit inside her. Damn, he’d rip her apart. Pride froze her for a moment. No way would she let him see her fear.
Jahan knelt between her spread thighs and stared at her creamy white flesh. She was so beautiful, so sexy and she was his. His fingers slid up to mold her full breasts, pulling at the dusky pink nipples until the tips tightened. His patience at an end, his caresses became faster and harder, rougher. His lust was taking over, his need for her was fierce. He had wanted her forever and now she was his.
Male satisfaction soared through him at her harsh breathing. Her sweet pussy wept with desire for his possession. He eased two fingers inside her tight sheath, groaning as her inner flesh gripped him. Unable to wait a moment longer, her guided the tip of his cock to her small opening and thrust upward. Shock froze him at her tightness as he thrust through the barrier of her innocence so abruptly.
Chia refused to cry, her body arched away from him as far as his weight on her would allow. The burning pain was nearly unbearable. Damn, how could anyone enjoy this kind of agony? All the desire he had built faded with the burn of his possession.
Jahan stared down into Chia’s pain washed eyes and slowed his movements, wincing at the reddened marks on her breasts. Keeping his cock locked deep inside her tight channel, he bent his head and gently caught her swollen lips, stroking inside until her tongue darted out to duel with his. His hands tenderly molded the firm mounds of her large breasts, plucking carefully at the beaded tips.
I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know,” he whispered softly in her ear. He ruthlessly clamped down on his lust, waiting until she grew moist around his shaft before he took her with gentler strokes. He brought himself to release quickly, knowing she did not find her completion. He rolled away from her, chagrined to see her virgin’s blood splattered on his cock and her thighs.
“I had no idea you were still a virgin, Chia. My P.I. reported you had at least two lovers. I have misjudged you. We will be married as I have wished from the start,” he informed her with regal pride. He deeply regretted his brutal taking of her innocence, but in his heart he rejoiced that his was the only touch she will ever know.
Standing, he glanced at Chia’s furious face. “I will never marry you now!”
“Oh, but you will. Before we leave here you will be carrying my son.”
“Why would I want to marry someone who has no respect for me?” Chia wished he would tell he loved her. She had loved him for so long. It hurt to know she was just another conquest to him.
Jahan turned away, refusing to let her see how deep her barb struck his heart. Crossing to a small basin, he wet a soft cloth and knelt between her thighs, reverently cleaning the blood of her innocence and his seed from her ravaged flesh. His nose flared as he caught a whiff of her earlier arousal. Leaning forward he lapped at her swollen lips.
“Jahan,” Chia protested, her blood burning in her veins at his gentle assault.
“Let me show you how it will be between us, love.”
“What can there be but pain, Jahan?” Chia fought her body’s reaction to his touch. He was the lover of her heart.
Jahan teased her swollen flesh with his mouth, gently licking and sucking her clit. Her hips arched into his mouth as he eased a finger inside her tight flesh. Looking up he saw her slight wince, knowing she was sore. In and out he fucked her, until her cream poured from her. Lifting her hips, he inserted another finger, sucking harder on her tight little clit. A scream was ripped from Chia’s throat as her climax hit.
Chia felt incredible liquid heat flood her cunt as her arousal spiked with the gentle sucking of Jahan’s lips on her. Sensing her second orgasm nearing, Jahan moved slowly upwards to cover her body, using his cock to caress her damp lips. Chia’s body tightened as she neared her peak. Jahan slid inside, watching her face for any sign of pain. She was still so incredibly tight, he could tell it was a bit painful for her. He shifted to pull out, Chia caught his hips and pulled him deeper. He groaned and lifted her hips, pressing deeper inside her sweet flesh. Moaning, Chia convulsed around him as her orgasm started deep inside her body.
“God, babe,” Jahan growled as her inner muscles squeezed him, drawing him with her in ecstasy. Tenderly he kissed her, “You are mine!”
Furious, Chia bucked against him, trying to throw him off her. It’s all about possessing her. Her movements only succeeded in inflaming Jahan’s lusts again. Her pussy was hot and slick with their previous joinings, making it easier for Jahan to take her. Pushing deeper with each thrust, Jahan caught her legs over his shoulders, opening her to his deeper strokes. Chia was very uncomfortable, her body was too new to sex and Jahan’s cock was thick and long. She was feeling stretched and raw.
Jahan wanted to prove to Chia that she was his, he made it last, drawing out his pleasure, wanting her to know his brand of possession. The tight tremors of her pussy pushed him over the edge. Finally he allowed his body to reach completion. Reveling in the pull of her tender flesh, he finally saw the tracks of her tears as he pulled out.
Chia refused to look at Jahan unable to hide her flinch as he pulled out of her body. Once more Jahan gently cleaned her with a cloth and watched her bite her lip in agony.
“You’ll be sore for a bit, Chia. Your body is new to the touch of a man.” Picking up a small jar of cream, he spread Chia’s pussy lips and carefully coated the raw flesh. “This will sting for just a minute, Chia, but the cream will help.” Jahan eased his cream coated finger inside her, clenching his teeth as her muscles clamped down on him.
Chia was humiliated at his casual touch on her body. Rolling away, she finally let her tears fall.
Sobbing, she curled up in a miserable ball, fearing she will never be free of him and wondering if she even wanted to be free.
“Chia…”
“Don’t, Jahan,” Chia moaned
Jahan’s heart clenched at her pain. His body hardened for her again. This was not how he wanted to start his new life with her.
Chapter Four
Chia’s fury hadn’t abated. She watched Jahan carefully, biding her time, careful to keep her rage from Jahan. Until Jahan admitted there was more than just lust between them, she would not give into him willingly.
“Chia, stop being childish. I don’t know why you fight your feelings. You want me with the same fire that I want you. You were made for love with your women’s curves. All I have to do is touch you and your cream prepares you for my possession.”
“That’s my body’s response. It would happen with any man who is a good lover.”
Angry at her refusal to give an inch, he snarled, “That is something you w
ill never know, Chia. I’m the only man who will every touch that sweet flesh, baby!”
“We’ll see! When can we leave here?” She hated her body’s response to his and didn’t know how long she could continue to battle her feelings for him.
“As soon as you are carrying my child we will leave.” Jahan’s gaze fastened on her belly.
“We’ve been here for nearly a month, Jahan. I just finished my period before you took me prisoner. We won’t know for sure for a couple more weeks.” Chia didn’t regret for one minute her lie to him. She’d been due for her period when he’d captured her and she figured she was already pregnant with his child. She absolutely refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing yet. He was so cocksure of himself. She wanted to shake that absolute certainty that he was right.
“Then here we will stay” His gaze shifted to her swaying breasts. Reaching for her, he crushed her to him, falling back on the bed, he drew the hot tips deep in his mouth, lifting her, positioning her to take his shaft.
Damn her traitorous body! Chia groaned and rode him, pushing down against his thrusts, taking him deep inside her. She made love to him with reckless abandon, knowing she had to get away from him before she lost traces of herself. It was all she could do to hide the slight nausea she was feeling in the mornings.
Jahan’s heart soared with love. Chia was finally giving herself to him freely. He loved her so much. Exhausted, he drifted to sleep, a satisfied smile on his face. For the first time since he’d caught her, he let his guard down.
Chia waited until she was sure he was asleep and crept out of the bed, she grabbed some clothing and hurried to Lady. Fearing he would wake she fumbled with the reins and then finally she raced back to her parents.
Chapter Five
Amanda clasped Chia tightly to her, her eyes so like her daughters, streamed with tears.
“Hurry, honey. Let’s get you into a hot bath.” Malek waited in the bedroom until Chia was safely in bed.
Amanda had not forgiven her husband. They listened quietly as Chia told them of her stay with Jahan in the desert. She told them everything. Malek was furious that Jahan had her followed and insulted her honor. Sobbing, Chia, told them that he thought her a loose woman.
Amanda held her hand, hearing the pain and beneath it the love Chia had for Jahan. She realized her daughter needed some time to come to grips with her new feelings.
“Are you with child?” Malek asked quietly.
Blushing, Chia answered honestly. “I believe so.
Amanda rose and ushered him to the door. “Rest now dear. We’ll decide what to do in the morning.”
Amanda argued with Malek all night and he still contacted Jahan and told him that Chia had come home. The men planned the wedding date. Amanda walked out of the room, fearing her marriage would not survive their differences. Furious at her stubborn mate, Amanda went to her trusted maid and sent her to Chia. Malek was implacable, not listening to her concerns about Chia. To him it was a matter of honor. He refused to listen to her.
Chia wakened suddenly at the women’s gentle touch. “Your mother wished me to warn you. Your father has informed Prince Jahan that you are here and he is making plans for your wedding. She gave me these things for you.”
Chia jumped out of bed and donned the servants clothing quickly. Her eyes teared up at the purse full of money and her passport. Her mother had sent her a note telling her to take a cruise ship to Britain to visit the family in Ireland. Hurt beyond belief at her father’s betrayal, she walked out of her home, not bothering with a servant. Chia took her SUV and by mid-morning she’d dropped it off at their home in the city. She changed into men’s clothing, her long hair tucked under a ball cap. It had been easier than she’d imagined to book passage. Strolling slowly along the pier, she located the luxurious ship and began making her way to the boarding area.
Normally, nothing frightened her, but she knew in her heart if Jahan found her again, she would be forced to wed him. Her parents were her guide for what she wanted in her own marriage. Deeply in love, she’d rarely heard them argue. Her heart tripped as she realized they’d barely spoken since the whole mess with Jahan had begun. God, she couldn’t bear it if she’d been the cause of any discord between them.
She fought the moisture gathering in her eyes. It wouldn’t do for her to be caught crying and give her disguise away. Relief swept through her. She was only a few feet from safety. For a split second she forgot to concentrate on her walk and to her great dismay, she spun around at Jahan’s quick yell.
Jahan saw a young man headed towards the liner and noticed an enticing sway of full curves under the loose cut of men’s trousers. He called ‘Chiandra’ quickly and smiled with satisfaction as she spun around, her eyes widening as they rested on him.
“No,” she screamed and raced down the pier. Her shoes were too large and she fought to keep her balance. Hearing his heavy steps behind her, she darted a quick look over her shoulder, tripping, she fell, striking her temple on the edge of the pier as she slid over the edge into the murky water.
Jahan saw her stumble and then fall, his heart pounding as her head hit the pier and then she disappeared in the water.
“Chia!” he bellowed, and flew through the air after her, hitting the water and dove, searching the murky water for her. His lungs nearly bursting, he surged upwards and gulped in air and then dove again. On his third dive, his fingers tangled in strands of long hair. Pulling her limp form to him, he lifted her to her father waiting on the pier.
Jahan scrambled onto the scarred wooden pier and knelt at her side. Lord she was so pale. He saw she was not breathing and crushed her to his chest-his tears mingling with the stream of water from his long hair. Laying her back down, he began rescue breathing on her. She finally vomited the water from her body and lay gasping weakly on her side.
Chia blinked at the dark, handsome face before her. She could almost swear she saw tears in Jahan’s eyes. She glanced at her father’s worried face and deliberately turned her face away from both of them. Scooping her up, Jahan carried her to his sleek, black sedan. Malek crawled in the driver’s seat as Jahan settled in the back with Chia. He cradled her tenderly against him, unmindful of the water dripping on to the leather seats.
Chia began to shake, her teeth were chattering. She felt Jahan gather her close and wrapped a throw around her. “Let me go!” she whispered weakly, unable to summon the energy to open her eyes.
“Never, love. I’ll never let you go!” Jahan growled just loud enough for her to hear.
Tears seeped from beneath Chia’s closed lids. She was trapped. He would never let her go, especially not now after he knew she was going to have this child.
Malek watched the tender way Jahan held her and the misery stamped all over Chia’s face. He hoped he had made the right decision. Amanda had not spoken with him since late last night and when he’d entered their bedroom, she had coldly informed him she would be sleeping in one of the guest rooms. Pride had kept him from stopping her and later as he lay awake in his lonely bed, anger had kept him cold company. He feared she would never forgive him once she learned of Chia’s brush with death. Guilt lay heavy on his broad shoulders. He had promised Chia she could choose her husband and he had broken that promise. He wasn’t sure he would be able to forgive himself.
“I have you,” Jahan whispered as Malek quickly maneuvered through the heavy traffic, taking them to their home near the capital seat in the city. Using his cell phone Malek called their private physician and told him to meet them as soon as possible. He tersely explained the accident to the doctor.
In minutes, Malek had pulled into the underground garage of their large home. Jahan lifted Chia and followed him through the garage and into the main house. Malek led Jahan to Chia’s bedroom and found Amanda waiting there for them. Jahan reluctantly left Chia to her mother’s care. He didn’t want to let her out of his sight, but after seeing the cold fury on Amanda’s face, he stepped out of the room after laying he
r on the bed.
Malek stepped forward, and quietly explained what had happened. Amanda listened and his heart froze at the look she gave him. “I blame you for this. Just look what you have done to our baby!”
Malek paled at the condemnation in her tone, his gaze sweeping over Chia’s soaked shaking body, her ashen face, and the blood welling from the ugly cut in her temple. “I had her welfare in my heart, Mandy. I felt he loved her.”
“You gave her to Jahan, Malek. He kidnapped her, possessed her, he kept her prisoner and then when she left he ran her down like a wild animal and she very nearly died. If this is his idea of love, she should beg for his hatred. She’d probably be safer.” Amanda forced the cruel worlds out, all she wanted was to throw herself into Malek’s strong embrace and let him make it all right. Unfortunately, he’d helped cause the problem and she wasn’t sure if it could ever be made right, or if she could ever forgive him.
Malek reached out a hand to her, beseeching her. “Mandy,” he rasped and flinched when she turned from him.
“Go now, Malek. We must get her out of these wet things before the doctor arrives.” It nearly tore her heart out to see the pain in his dark eyes, the guilt and devastation stamped all over his face.
He left them quietly, and went down to the den to wait with Jahan.
Amanda and one of the servants quickly stripped away Chiandra’s sodden clothing. Amanda stared at the tiny love bites covering her daughter’s full breasts and the insides of her thighs. Well, at least Jahan had given Chia pleasure, shown her the physical act between a man and woman could be a wondrous experience. She had feared he would take her with little regard to her pleasure.
Amanda knew her daughter well, she loved Jahan and had been drawn to his strength from the first time she met him when she was a child and he was a teenager. Even then Jahan had been possessive and bossed her around. That was perhaps the problem. He’d always treated her as though she belonged to him and he could do with her as he wished. Chia had always had a mind of her own. She would not be some man’s possession.
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