His Stolen Princess - MINK Page 0,12

pushing inside, forcing my way to her.

7

Apollonia

“Do you always just let yourself into women's bedrooms?” I look over my shoulder at Cato as I keep rubbing the lotion into my calf. He’d stormed right in. Not that I hadn’t left the door open for him. I knew he’d be along soon enough. He actually arrived a lot faster than I anticipated.

“It’s my home.” He’s right, of course. But you’d think since he’s holding me against my will that the least he would do would be to afford me some privacy. I should have known better.

I watch as his eyes roam up my legs and finally focus on my ass. I’m sure he has a great view since I’m slightly bent over with only a towel on. I try to keep my bravado, not wanting him to see I have no freaking clue what I’m doing here.

“You own the house, sure. But not everything in it.” I drop my towel. It hits the floor and pools at my feet. I snag the silk robe I’d found in the bathroom off the chaise lounge where I’d placed it earlier. I slip it on and tie it loosely. I make sure it gapes open in the front, allowing him a nice view. If his eyes are other places, maybe he won't notice the shake of my hands or the blush I already feel rising to my cheeks. I turn around. He’s slowly getting closer to me, his gaze never wavering.

He licks his lips. I really hadn't thought about how I’d feel when dressed in so little in front of him, stripping down and giving him some view of me. The reaction I’m currently having sure as hell wasn't what I was expecting. I can feel my body heating under his stare. My eyes stray to his mouth. Now I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he licked me with that tongue.

“If you belonged to me you’d already be on that bed with your legs spread.”

My stomach tightens at the thought. I swallow and try to push down the desire his words cause. I can’t control my body's reaction to him. My nipples pucker, and I grow wet between my thighs. I was so sure when he had me pinned to the bed hours ago it wasn't really desire I felt. I’d convinced myself that it was all my emotions needing a way to escape. Nothing more. But now? Now I don’t have an excuse.

“And what would you be doing if you were between my legs, Cato?” I keep the tremble from my voice, barely.

I can’t help but take in his form. Broad shoulders. A thick chest. I’d have to spread wide to fit a man like Cato between my thighs.

He closes the space between us in the blink of an eye. There really is no outrunning this man. He moves like a predator even at his size. And for a brief moment, my body begs me to let it be his prey.

“Would you like me to show you?” His hand comes down onto my hip, and he pulls me closer to him. His fingers dig into me in a possessive hold. Damn, he smells good, too. I didn't know power had a smell, but it does and it’s all over him.

I let out a small laugh. “No, I don’t need to be pinned to a bed and fucked hard.” My own words aren't helping my arousal as I think of him doing exactly that to me. I lift my chin, meeting his eyes. “Any man can do that. I’m sure I could wander down the hall and find one now. There are so many of you around.”

His other hand comes to my hip as he lifts me off my feet. A small gasp leaves me as he drops me onto the bed. The robe comes undone and falls completely open.

“What kind of men have you been with, Apollonia?” He stands on the side of the bed and stares down at me.

I should close my robe. I really am playing with a wild animal. This is going too far too fast, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’d only meant to toy with him a little. To give him a little show.

But I have to admit that I rather enjoy sparring with him. He sparks anger and so many other emotions in me. All of them better than the sadness that never seems to truly go away. Except in