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scrambled out of his way.
    “How dare you?” Azara cried. “Let me go, at once.”
    She struggled, trying to throw herself to the ground, but he landed another slap, harder than the last, on her rump and she went silent and limp against his shoulder. She was, no doubt, planning some other strategy, he surmised, but he gave her no chance to put it into play. He carried her to his cabin, kicked open the door, entered and turned to lock it, before tossing her on his bed. She came up all flustered and furious amidst a tangle of silk sheets. Her bed dress, he saw, was flimsy so he caught glimpses of soft breasts with nipples dark and inviting as ripe fruit, rounded hips and long tapering legs that sprawled open revealing a glossy nest of pubic hair. Her perfume came to him, exotic and arousing. His penis grew heavy against his thigh.
    “So, Prince Rajak of the Peacock Throne,” she said, spitting out the words, “is this how you treat a princess, with honor and respect? No wonder you have lost your throne.”
    He had meant to be gentle, to woo her. She was of royal blood and he’d been assured when negotiating a wife for his brother, that she was virginal, but her words angered him, so he ripped aside the silk coverlets then the thin silk gown. She slapped at him like a wild cat, rolling away from him, but he held her down until every vestige of clothing was stripped from her body then he sat back on his heels and stared at her.
    She took his breath away. Her body was perfect, slim and delicate and plump and round in all the right places. The feel of her beneath his hands was as soft and smooth as warm silk. He wanted to taste her full pouty lips and part her legs and taste her there as well. He wanted to feel her slim legs wrapped around him while he buried himself deep inside her. He wanted—
    He read the desire in her eyes, desire she tried to hide. Though she continued to struggle against him, obviously she fought against her own feelings. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, and she kept her gaze fixed on his as if she couldn’t look away. Perfect, small white teeth caught her bottom rose-colored lip. A flush brightened her cheeks.
    Lust filled him, but he wouldn’t take her against her will.
    Slumping on the bed, he stared at her.
    “Do not fear, Azara, I will not take you unless you want me too.”
    “How can I trust that is true? You have already violated me by bringing me to your cabin unchaperoned,” she cried, her voice deep with anger.
    Yet he heard the quiver of uncertainty, a quiver of desire perhaps.
    “I am sorry. I would not have us begin this way. You must remember that I am in command, first as a prince and second as the captain of this ship. I can’t allow you to question my authority and not react. Otherwise, I would lose face with my men.”
    “And you must remember that I am a princess and not accustomed to obeying the demands of a lawless pirate,” she returned and sat up on the bed to face him.
    She made no move to cover herself, but her long, black hair fell over both shoulders, covering her breasts with satiny curls. Rajak licked his lips and looked away from her breasts.
    “I’m not a lawless pirate,” he said. “I am the rightful heir to the most powerful throne in the world. My brother took it by murdering my father. He has even imprisoned his own sons and a daughter to rid himself of any claims to the thrown. I would be dead, too, if I hadn’t managed to escape with the help of friends.”
    She was silent for a long moment and when she spoke, her voice was softer.
    “I sympathize with your plight,” she said hesitantly. “But I can do nothing to help you. I must think of myself. If I allow you to take me, I will be killed for infidelity though it would not be my fault. That is how our laws are made. I belong to your brother.”
    “You belong to me!” Rajak said forcefully. “I am the one who signed the marriage papers and had them returned to your