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  The prince frowned. “I aroused you. I ordered them to—”

  Her look cut him off. “No, they touched me, they aroused me. That’s how it works. In fact, you had nothing to do with it.”

  Okay, that was a lie. She’d been thinking about him the entire time she was in the bath. But this arrogant prince really didn’t need to know that.

  “You’re a strange woman.”

  “Is that supposed to be a compliment? It’s a wonder any women come to your bed at all.” Lowering her voice, she mocked him, “Come and pleasure me. Release me. It’s all about me. Me. Me. Me. M—”

  The prince stopped her by lifting his hand to her face. He touched her lightly. She waited as he traced over her jaw, moving his hand down to the towel wrapped around her body. Slowly, he hooked his finger between her breasts and tugged. It fell to the floor.

  He devoured her with his eyes before moving to touch her with his hands. Cupping her breasts, he massaged them gently. A soft moan escaped him as he touched her.

  “You’re so soft.” Ahmet took an aggressive step forward, walking her back toward his bed. He moved his fingers over her hips only to come back up her stomach to her breasts. “Is this what you’re asking for?”

  Bianca shivered. Oh, yeah. That’s definitely what she’d been asking for. His hands seemed to hesitate. She knew the man was on foreign territory. In the past, he’d not moved to touch a woman, give her pleasure.

  “Mm, yes,” she whispered, encouraging him. He smiled. His exploration grew bolder, his touch more sure.

  With a light toss, he lifted her beneath the arms and threw her back on the bed. Bianca gasped, wiggling against the mattress in arousal. Starting at her feet, he massaged her, roaming over her as a white mist. The mist was everywhere at once—along her legs, near her pussy, covering her breasts. It felt as if a million fingers softly probed her flesh, she arched and moaned. Everywhere the mist touched, she tingled.

  When he again formed into a solid man, he loomed over her. His thighs spread, trapping her down. He grinned. Bianca moved restlessly against the mattress, trying to touch him.

  “Don’t move, I am enjoying this.” When he looked at her, his eyes were nearly completely purple as they glowed with a strange light.

  Ahmet continued to touch her, seeming to find pleasure in watching her respond to him. He found her neck with his lips, biting and kissing a trail down her throat to her breasts. Licking her nipples, he lapped them with his tongue only to bite them gently. The caress shot straight from her breasts to her soaked cunt, causing her to nearly come from just the sensation of need.

  “Ah, okay, that’s enough.” Unable to hold back, Bianca tried to urge him to move so he could come inside her, trying to work her legs so they were on the outside of his thighs. His muscles gripped, keeping her from her goal. She knew he was strong, but the sheer power of him was amazing.

  Bianca moaned in frustration. If she didn’t find release soon, her whole body was going to explode. The way she felt, so wet, so tense, so fucking hot, the explosion would probably knock out the whole kingdom. He resisted her grasping hands and wiggling body.

  “Mm, please, Ahmet.”

  “I like when you beg me. Beg me more.” He kissed a trail down her stomach. His legs dissolved, only to reappear between her thighs, pushing her wide open.

  “That is so not fair,” she said. He chuckled, a deliciously wicked sound.

  “I always wanted to taste a climax. When I checked to see if you were taken by my brothers, I got a taste of your cream.” Ahmet flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, as if testing her. She tensed beneath him, gasping loudly. “Mm, it is good.”

  Bianca’s eyes rolled in her head. The man might never have done this before, but he was saying and doing all the right things.

  “You’re not begging,” he said, quirking a brow. “Do you not want it?”

  Oh, he didn’t play fair. He knew damned well she wanted it. Although he was the future king and trying this whole giving a woman pleasure thing for the first time. What the blazes? She could beg.

  “Ahmet,” she moaned, wiggling as she pushed her thighs wide. His hot gaze devoured her body. “Please, I beg of you, touch me with your mouth. Lick my pussy for me. Bury your face in it until I come all over you.”

  He flicked her again. It was a lightly teasing caress. Sticking her finger along her folds, she got it wet with her cream and drew it to her lips. Bianca affected a pout. “Mm, don’t you want to taste me?”

  Ahmet’s purple eyes darkened a shade. He growled, instantly submerging his face in her wet cunt, aggressively drinking her cream.

  Bianca nearly screamed at the force and enthusiasm in which he worked his mouth. He gripped her sides and pulled her down on the bed, angling her hips up toward his face. Her legs flailed in the air as she gripped at the bedspread. He willingly moved his mouth, excitedly probing at her clit before delving his hot tongue inside her. If she wasn’t mistaken, his tongue dissolved into mist, reaching high up inside her. The tingling it left behind was unmistakable.

  “Ah, yes,” she cried, moving her slit against his mouth, her body racked with need. From the moment she first saw him, she wanted him. Everything about him turned her on—his hard body, his stubborn arrogance, the sound of his low voice. “Ah, just like that.”

  Bianca gasped, unable to so much as scream as she came hard against his mouth. He kept working, drinking up her orgasm. Her hold on the bed weakened. He pulled so hard on her thighs that he fell back as she let go.

  Bianca was a mass of nerves, unable to move from her spot on the gigantic bed. She breathed hard, feeling Ahmet dissolve into mist to untangle their limbs. When he reappeared, he was by her side. He pressed his lips to her throat.

  “Is that what you wanted?”

  Bianca couldn’t believe that a man as arrogant, as confident as he would be shy, but he did sound as if he sought her approval. Slowly, she nodded her head. “Oh, yeah, prince. That will do just fine.”

  Chapter Three

  Ahmet studied the woman before him in wonder. She had the most beautiful blonde hair and green eyes, which sparkled with an almost magical depth. His cock was still hard, and yet he felt somehow satisfied with himself, knowing what he’d done had pleased her. Smiling, he knew he wanted to please her again.

  Ahmet had been with many women, but none had dared to defy him. Strangely, he liked being defied and challenged. He liked knowing a woman wanted more from him than just to sleep with a descendent of the gods. In fact, this woman seemed unconcerned with who he was. She’d tried to strike him twice, rebelled against his commands, denied him and gave him more pleasure than he’d ever remembered receiving. He liked how she passionately said his name in her low, sweet voice, not bothering with his title.

  Ever since he first saw her, he wanted her, could think of no others in his bed. He had others in his bed—many others. Deciding that a minute was enough of a break, Ahmet pushed up from the mattress. He’d seen what some of the women did to each other to entertain him. Now it would be his turn to try. “What is your name, gengli?”

  “Mm, Bianca,” she answered quietly. Her eyes were closed. He wanted them to open again.

  Dissolving himself, he moved beside her. Then, grabbing her body, he flipped her onto her stomach.

  “Ah, what…?” she began weakly.

  “I want to please you more.” Ahmet jerked her hips up, pulling her ass into the air. The sweet smell of her pussy beckoned him. This time, when he stroked her, he used his finger, thrusting it along the rim of her slit. Her body came to life once more and she moaned, rocking back onto his hand. Almost instantly, she covered him with cream. He grinned, letting his fingers glide in and out. She moaned, weakly pushing back. “Does this please you?”

  “Mm, yes,” Bianca groaned. “Ah, please, I want your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  Ahmet smiled, for it was what he wanted also.

  * * *

  Bianca was near the b
reaking point. Ahmet moved behind her, holding her hips. He kept her ass angled to him. She tensed, knowing he’d soon be thrusting his huge cock inside her. Nerves bound her stomach, knowing how big he was, how very thick, but she was too aroused to back out now.

  He teased her with his tip, letting the blunted head glide up and down over her wet slit, probing just along her entrance without thrusting in. It had been so long since she’d been fucked. She needed it, needed him to give it to her. Bianca wanted him to fuck every hole in her body. She wanted to bathe in his come. She wanted to suck him dry.

  “Ask me again to fuck you,” he said.

  “Ah, yes, please fuck me. Give me your big cock.” Bianca couldn’t think, didn’t care that she begged him. She thrust her hips back, trying to slip him inside. A weak sound left her throat as she missed. He continued to stroke his cock head up and down her pussy. “Fuck me, Ahmet.”

  “It pleases me to have you say my name like that.”

  “Ahmet,” she moaned, breathy. She felt him jerk. Every nerve in her body was centered on his touch. “Ahmet.”

  This time when he probed her, he didn’t stop. He eased himself in, taking it slow as he pried her body apart. Pleasure-pain built inside her at his size, but she wanted it all, wanted his cock filling her to the hilt. Bianca groaned, her entire body exploding with pleasure. Her legs spread wider, trying to make room.

  “You are small,” he said, the words a groan. He stopped pushing and she could tell he hadn’t fitted himself inside her completely. “I have no wish to hurt you.”

  “Don’t stop, oh, please don’t stop.” Using all her strength, she pushed back, embedding his cock deep within her. She groaned in approval, matching his throaty growl. “Ahmet, yeah, baby, just like that. Ride me.”

  Bianca writhed in pleasure as he obeyed, using her hips to control the thrusts. He worked back and forth, gliding in her cream. The tension built and she tried not to climax too fast because she didn’t want the sensations to stop. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed her clit. It was too much.

  Her pussy clamped down on him hard, squeezing his cock as she came. Ahmet grunted and jerked. He sprayed hot come inside her, filling her with his essence. Her thighs were sticky and wet as he pulled himself from her. The room smelled of sex.

  “Again,” he said. “I will bring you pleasure again.”

  Bianca, on the verge of falling sated to the bed, turned to glance over her shoulder. His hands on her hips kept her from moving.

  “No, like this.” His words were low, wicked with promise. She felt his cock, still wet with their climax, drawing along her ass. He spread her cheeks wide, moving along her tight rosette. “I will give you pleasure here now.”

  Her heart beat a furious rhythm. Her body was still stirred from her last orgasm and she was ready for even more. She felt him pushing, rimming her ass with his thumb to prepare her body for him. She tensed. The nerves inside her rectum pulsed to life.

  Bianca couldn’t see it, but she could feel that his cock was aroused, thick against her body. She’d never heard of a man that could recover so fast. It shouldn’t have been possible.

  Ahmet thrust forward, working in shallow thrusts as he broke her open to him. Mist surrounded her, as his hands dissolved to slide over her flesh, caressing her breasts and stomach at once. Before she could think, she was pushing her body onto him, letting him ride her as he slid within her body.

  Ahmet made grunting noises as he took her. The mist of him glided down to her slit, probing up inside her pussy as he sent wave after wave of tingling sensation through her. It was too much. She came again, arching her back as she climaxed. His howl of pleasure soon joined hers as he climaxed inside her ass.

  When the trembling subsided, he let her go. Bianca fell on the bed, instantly exhausted. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Her heart pounded violently, filling her ears until she couldn’t hear. Sleep came for her and she couldn’t even think to fight it.

  Ahmet lay next to Bianca as she fell asleep. He felt her drifting into the land of dreams and smiled. He was sated, renewed. Unlike her, he wasn’t at all tired. Sex replenished his powers, made him strong. And if the feeling in his limbs was any indication, Bianca had renewed him well beyond the pleasure of a thousand harem women.

  He called the guards to him, able to give them commands with his mind, though they could not answer back. He would have her watched so that no harm came to her while she slept. Some of the harem women were missing. In truth, it was possible they merely left the palace, as they were not forced to stay there. But usually, they would tell someone. Lately, they’d just been leaving without word. When guards were sent to their villages, it was said the women had not gone back. It worried him enough to contact the outside world for help in the matter, though he had yet to receive word back as to whether or not they’d take his case.

  Slipping up from the bed to let Bianca rest, he grinned. If he were to stay next to her, his power would grow and disturb her sleep. He glanced over her naked back—her hair spilled in a wild, tangled mess over her shoulders. She was beautiful.

  First, he would bathe, and then he would see to his kingdom. Ahmet glanced out the window. The rain had stopped and a rainbow stretched across the sky. The sun shone brightly, giving life to his planet. If he didn’t already feel the evidence of her power inside him, the weather was proof. He’d found his queen.

  * * *

  Bianca moaned, feeling the bed shift. She tried to lift her head but she was too tired. Ahmet’s touch had left her drained. Suddenly, a cold metal clamp seized her wrists, followed by a clamp on her ankles. She jerked awake, blinking as she was flipped over onto her naked back.

  Livena stood above her with her two guards. Hands on hips, the woman glared at her. “I will be his queen, not you. I have been here the longest. I am the one.”

  Bianca stiffened, ready to scream in protest, but a gag was thrust between her lips. How could she have forgotten the threat to the harem girls? How could she have forgotten her mission? The answer washed over her in a rush. Ahmet. She felt him inside her still. She didn’t know how, but she was connected to him.

  Livena motioned the guards to go to the door. Bianca was lifted over a brawny shoulder. The man clamped his hand down on her naked ass, squeezing tight. She fought him, landing a kick to his gut. The man grunted in displeasure but didn’t let go as he sprinted down the hall. Bianca saw the other guard behind them, running as well. Livena held back, turning to go down the hall toward the harem.

  * * *

  Ahmet stiffened, coming up in the bathing pool. Bianca was in trouble. Somehow, he felt that she was. He didn’t have time to contemplate the obvious connection he had to her. With one great leap, he jumped from the water onto the marble floor. Running, wet and naked, he raced through the stone halls. He first checked his bedchamber. She wasn’t there. Using his mind, he ordered all the guards to be on alert. Outside it started to rain, thundering as a torrent of water was released from the sky.

  * * *

  Bianca let her body become dead weight as she conserved her energy. Everything she’d learned about survival when training as an RLS-69 kicked in full force. She watched, memorizing the turns they took as they wound through an endless maze of hallways. Suddenly, the guard stopped and waited as his friend pushed a stone on the wall. Her jaw stiffened as she watched the wall open up. A part of her wanted to fight, to run, as they stepped inside the wall, but she knew she had to see where they were taking her. This was her mission and she didn’t have much of a choice but to do it.

  Bianca heard the wall shut behind as they walked down a long spiral staircase. Soon, murmuring voices sounded, growing louder as they descended. The guard stopped, depositing her on the stone floor.

  Bianca’s arms were heavy with the weight of her manacles. She looked around. Brilliant colored silk draped over the stone walls. The room was filled with women, all who turned to look at her arrival.

  Bianca frowned. There were at least a
hundred women in the room, possibly more, most of them dressed in gauze outfits. Without having to ask, she knew they were the missing harem women. They weren’t dead, merely held prisoner by a crazy woman who would be queen. A pang of jealousy hit her as she realized Prince Ahmet had slept with all of them.

  “What’s going on?” Bianca demanded. She was still completely naked.

  The guard smiled, reaching to undo her manacles. “You will be safe here until Prince Ahmet chooses his queen. Don’t worry.”

  Bianca rubbed her wrists. “Who? Livena? Don’t you think he’d already have chosen her if he was going to?”

  The guard frowned. The second guard came forward and handed her a bundle of silk. Bianca wrapped it around her body before stepping closer to him.

  “What do you think will happen to you when the prince finds out what you’ve done here? Do you think he’ll reward you for stealing his women before he was done with them?” Bianca shook her head, affecting a sad look of pity. “Is Livena really so good in bed that you’d be willing to risk the future king’s wrath?”

  “Death?” the guard asked. “We will not be killed. When Livena is queen, we will be rewarded and you all will be let go.”

  “Are you really so foolish?” Bianca laughed.

  “It’s no use.” Bianca turned to look at the woman who spoke. She had brassy red hair and wide green eyes. “They’re drugged.”

  The guard turned to go. Bianca moved to sit by the redhead.

  “I’m Greta,” the redhead said.

  “I’m Bianca.” She heard the guard leave. “What do you mean drugged?”

  “You’re not from here, are you?” Greta asked.

  “You’re the first to notice.”

  “Well, you know.” Greta shrugged. “I was shipwrecked. We aliens tend to recognize our own.”

  “What do you mean drugged?”

  “From what I can tell, these men feed off of sexual energy. Livena has somehow harnessed that energy and has those two under her complete control. There’s no use in talking to them. They’re pussy-whipped.”