practice beforehand.” He smiled and stood, unfastening his sash. My blood froze in my veins and I started to tremble. He saw my fear, but instead of getting angry he shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t imagine why you resist me. I promise that you will have every luxury and will experience great pleasure. You should consider my offer to be an honor for a shifter."
“I’m not a whore, Lord Kennet.” He raised an eyebrow. “I ask with all respect that you let me go home. I’ve pledged with blood and magic to remain faithful to my mate, so the only way you’ll have me is by raping me as I fight against you. I can't imagine that a fae lord would enjoy taking with violence what he can get easily from other willing females.”
He smiled, but his eyes remained cold. “ Fae lords and their tastes are as diverse as any other group. But, sweet Jacqueline, there is another way. I can force you to want me. You will come to me and do whatever I ask you to do. And you’ll want to please me.” My eyes were wide with the realization that this could be true and that I was absolutely helpless to fight against it. “I will demonstrate.” He lifted his chin and spoke in a resonant tone. “Stand and walk to me.”
My whole body betrayed me by suddenly turning to swing my legs to the floor and then slowly standing. My mind screamed at me to crawl back into the bed, but it was overpowered by the consuming need of my body to obey him. I walked to him, my face stopping only inches from his.
He didn’t reach out to touch me, instead he simply whispered, “Kiss me.” Without the tiniest bit of hesitation my head tilted and I leaned in to kiss him. He tasted vile, but it didn't matter. I was horrified to find that my body responded to his thin lips pressed against mine as if they were Garrett's. How could I want this revolting creature? Shamed beyond words, I wanted to crawl into a dark hole and bury myself. Still, I continued to kiss him, the robot he controlled wishing only to please her lord.
The part of Me still conscious, screamed in silent anguish as he trailed kisses down my neck and whispered. “It will be much easier for you if you come to me of your free will. Raping you while you kick and scream is not appealing to me in the least. Forcing you to do my will as I’ve just done, is manageable for me, but rather horrible for you, I believe.” He stroked my face. "If you come to me freely, I will be gentle and I will not control your mind or treat your body as my puppet. Your mate will not blame you for your choice if he truly loves you."
I'd lost the ability to speak, although he seemed to be waiting for a reply.
"Because I have other important work to attend to, I’ll give you another two days to decide, but no more.”
“Isaiah!” He called out his servant’s name and the man appeared instantly. “Support her so she does not fall.” Isaiah held me around the waist and suddenly I felt Kennett release control of my body. Immediately, my knees gave out. If Isaiah hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed and hit the floor hard.
“Jacqueline, I would never have dealings with a whore. You are superior to every other non-fae female I’ve encountered. The fact that you are true to your mate makes you only more desirable. I will be back in two days, I hope that you will make the right decision, because no matter how you choose, you wil l conceive and carry my heir.” Kennet nodded to me and disappeared.
As my knees buckled, Isaiah allowed me to slowly crumple to the floor where I curled into a ball and sobbed.
Chapter Nine
Bridgett: 2:00 AM Wednesday
Garrett looked worried when he walked back into the room. I felt really bad for him. It was so obvious that he and Jackie were crazy about each other and he must be going nuts thinking about Kenn et mistreating her. He'd managed to stay pretty calm, even with so much shit that he had to organize as far as the search and rescue was concerned. It
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