Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (8 page)

Chapter
Twelve

Angelica froze, her heart hammering in her
chest. Did Dhiya suspect that Kadin and Angelica had made love? Could she
somehow read it in Angelica's face? Or Kadin's?

"I think you should ask Kadin
that," Angelica responded.

"I did, but he won't tell me."
Dhiya's eyes narrowed. "What do you know of Kadin and my relationship?"

"I know he loves you very
much."

"Anything else?"

"No. I assume you aren't
married, because he didn't refer to you as his wife."

"Married? No, we aren't."

Angelica's stomach clenched. She
didn't know what the woman was driving at, but if she suspected that Kadin had
made love to Angelica, she could be in real trouble. If Dhiya insisted on a
harsh punishment, and if she thought Angelica was a threat she probably would,
then Kadin would have no choice but to carry it out.

Dhiya
stood up and headed for the door. "I need to have a word with my … with
Kadin. Wait here."

* * *

Kadin waited impatiently for Dhiya to
finish with Angelica. When he saw her leave the room, he strode toward the
door.

"Kadin, wait." Dhiya
grasped his elbow.

"Not now, Dhiya. I must speak
with Angelica."

"I need to have a word with
you first."

He tugged his elbow free and sent
her a stern glare. "I told you not now. This is important."

"Same old Kadin, I see,"
she grumbled as he strode past her.

The sight of Angelica sitting on
the settee, looking lost and lonely, crumpled his heart. What must she think of
him? He had blamed her for what turned out to be Dhiya's misdeed. Angelica had
claimed her innocence and he had called her a liar.

He sat down across from her.

"Angelica, I wish to add my
apology to Dhiya's. I am sorry I did not believe you."

She nodded, but said nothing.

"I accused you of doing wrong
to my family, but it seems we have wronged you." His back stiffened as he
prepared himself for his next words. "And me. I have taken something from
you that I cannot return like I can your belongings."

He held out a velvet bag in which
were her clothing and passport. She accepted it, placing it demurely on her
lap, not meeting his gaze.

"I cannot give you back your
innocence, something that should have been given to your husband alone. I have
blackened your honor and my own. The only way I can make amends is by asking
you to marry me."

"What?" Her eyes widened
and she stared at him in absolute horror.

His heart compressed, but still he
sank to his knees and took her hand.

"Angelica, will you marry me?"

She tugged her hand free and leaped
to her feet. "No. I just want to go home."

Her abrupt refusal hurt. He knew
she didn't love him, but he loved her and he believed, in time, she would grow
to love him back. He could not leave it like this.

"Angelica, please consider my
proposal. I will do everything in my power to make you happy."

Her chest rose and fell with
emotion. "Even give up …" She waved her hand rapidly toward the door.
"You know …" Her hand waved faster. "Her."

Her? Was she referring to Naja?
Angelica seemed to enjoy having the other woman in their bed, but maybe
jealousy had reared its head in the light of day.

"If you ask it, there will be
only you in my bed."

"You'd give her up?" she
asked in clear disbelief.

"I'll give up all of them."

"There are more?"

"Angelica, you met three of
them that first night. The dancers."

She sank onto the settee, her
cheeks blanching.

"I'm sorry, Kadin," she
said flatly. "I know you're trying to do the right thing, but I can't
marry you."

She sucked in a deep breath and it
looked like she fought back tears. His heart ached with wanting to draw her
into his arms and comfort her, but he knew she would refuse it he tried.

"Please, may I go back to my
room?" she asked.

"Of
course."

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Kadin burst through
Angelica's door and stormed toward her. He dropped to one knee on the bed and
scooped her into his arms then dragged her against his body, his lips capturing
hers. His tongue mastered hers as he plundered her mouth, her breasts crushed
against his rock-wall of a chest, his hands tangling in her hair. Finally, his
mouth parted from hers. He kissed her temples, along her jaw-line, then took
her mouth again. When he freed her a second time, she gasped for air.

"Tell me you love me," he
demanded.

"No."

She knew she should say more, be
more adamant, but how could she think with him so close? With every breath of
air, her breasts crushed against him. Her nipples spiked and her breathing
accelerated.

She pushed at his solid chest, but
to no avail. She struggled in his embrace, until he climbed over her, pinning
her between his thighs and settling his weight on her hips. She beat her fists
against his chest until he captured her wrists and pinned them over her head,
then swooped in for another kiss. The delicate play of his lips on hers left
her breathless.

He kissed her again and again until
the fight drained from her. He nuzzled her neck, then his lips danced down her
chest. Holding her wrists pinned with one hand, he unfastened the buttons of
her gown and pushed aside the fabric, baring one breast. Her traitorous nipple
spiked upward, as though reaching for him. He took it in his mouth and bathed
it with his tongue, then dabbed on the tip until she thought she would weep
with the pleasure.

"Please stop."

His fingers trailed down her
stomach as his lips found her other nipple.

"No," she whimpered.

Her lips opened to say the safety
word, but she couldn't utter it, her body betraying her with its overwhelming
need for him.

He chuckled.

"That's all right, my love.
Utter all the protests you want. I know how it embellishes the experience."

She nearly protested at his
arrogance, but he sucked her nipple deep in his mouth at the same time as his
fingers stroked over her clitoris. Her resolve scattered. Her entire universe
was his touch and the pleasure it brought.

He kissed down her belly and eased
her legs apart as his fingers slipped inside her. Her body welcomed him. His
tongue dabbed at her clit. Her fingers curled in his hair as he tortured her
with his exquisitely talented tongue.

"Oh, yes, Kadin."
Pleasure quivered through her core then blossomed outward. Her fingers
tightened in his hair. She moaned. "I'm so close."

He swirled and spiraled. A familiar
heat washed through her and her body tensed. Heightening pleasure curled
through her.

"Oh, God, I'm coming. ..."
The words trailed off in a long wail as ecstasy exploded through every cell in
her body.

He kissed her temple.

"Tell me you love me," he
murmured.

"No, I—"

He stroked his hand along her
throat, then grasped her chin and kissed her again, his tongue coaxing hers in
a sensual dance. Liquid pleasure oozed through her. He gazed down at her, his
face mere inches from hers, his eyes simmering embers.

"Now tell me the truth."

She wanted to. Desperately. She
longed to declare her deep and undying love, but she couldn't. He wanted to
marry her to right a wrong, not because he loved her. If she admitted her love,
he would insist on her marrying him.

He watched her carefully. She
couldn't hide the play of emotions across her face. She was too weak from the
emotional turmoil. And his proximity.

She couldn't lie to him. But she
couldn't tell him the truth.

He brushed his lips on hers in a
delicate caress.

"You don't have to answer. I
can see it in your eyes."

She shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. I won't
marry you," she insisted.

"Angelica, I love you."
The tenderness in his eyes almost made her believe it was true, but she was
sure he was only saying it to convince her to marry him.

Tears pushed at her eyes, but she
blinked them back. She had longed to hear those words from him, but not like
this.

"You love Dhiya," she
said.

To her total surprise, he chuckled.

"Yes, I do, but that has
nothing to do with us."

A thought tumbled through her
brain. Oh, God. He wanted her to be part of a harem. Why hadn't she realized
that before? Would Dhiya accept that?

Of course, she would. It was part
of her culture. And she had the advantage, because she would be the main wife.
That was clear.

"Is my love for Dhiya the only
reason you refuse to marry me?"

"I can't be one of many wives."

He cupped her face with one hand
and smiled, a joyful light dancing through his eyes.

"I will take only one wife,
Angelica. You."

"But … aren't you going to
marry Dhiya?"

He shook his head. "I don't
know about your country, but here a man does not marry his sister."

Silence hung between them as
Angelica tried to comprehend his words.

"Dhiya is my sister." He
spoke each word with clear precision.

"Sister?"

"Yes." He watched her
expression carefully.

"But …" Thoughts tumbled
through her head, barely coherent. "That means …"

"It means there's no reason
for you to refuse me."

She gazed at him in awe.

"You really do love me?"

He smiled at her tenderly.

"That's what I've been trying
to tell you."

Joy skyrocketed through her. Kadin
loved her!

She smiled and slid her hand down
his sculpted abs to encircle his erection. She stroked his long, hard cock.

"So, you have made me your
prisoner and now I must submit to your desire."

He grinned and captured her hands
once again, then kissed her hard, pressing her deep into the pillows. She felt
his cock nudge her pussy.

"You are a wonderfully
seductive captive."

He thrust forward and she almost
screamed at the pleasure of his hard shaft gliding through her tight vagina. He
held his pelvis firmly against her and she squeezed her muscles around him,
gripping his cock in a tight embrace.

"Oh," he choked. "My
love."

He stroked her hair and kissed her.
Tender. Loving. Then he shifted back and plummeted into her again. The deep
stroke took her breath away.

He thrust again and she gasped. Her
vagina contracted then pulsed with pleasure. Again he thrust. And again. Heat
flared along her nerve-endings then washed through her cells. She moaned and an
orgasm shimmered through her then erupted into an inferno of bliss.

Kadin clung to her, pounding into
her hard and fast. She cried out, her fingers tangled in his hair. He stiffened
and thrust, holding tight against her. Liquid heat filled her.

A moment later, he slumped onto
her, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"You know, you still haven't
told me you love me," he observed.

"Maybe I need more
encouragement."

He grasped her hips and rolled
over. She now sat on top of him.

"Right now, I think it's me
who needs encouragement."

She shifted up and down, squeezing
his cock mercilessly. She licked her finger and stroked across her nipple. He
watched her movement closely.

She stroked his lips with her
fingertip, then eased her finger inside his moist mouth. She drew her finger
away and stroked it over her nipple again, leaving it glistening, then she
leaned forward until the hard nub brushed his lips. He sucked it inside. The
exciting feel of her nipple rolling under his tongue, accompanied by his now
steel-hard shaft inside her, sent pleasure spinning through her. She started to
move, shifting up and down on him. He licked her other nipple and stroked the
first with his fingers as she rode him, faster and faster.

"Oh, God. Oh, yeeeeessss!"
A flash fire swept through Angelica and she wailed in release. His cock spewed
again.

She collapsed on him. Her face
rested on the satin skin of his hard chest. She could hear his heart beating
inside.

Beating with love for me. She smiled
as she stroked her finger along his ribs.

"I do love you, Kadin."

His arms tightened around her, then
his finger tucked under her chin and he lifted her face. His gaze locked with
hers and she could see the joy glimmering in his eyes, like stardust on a midnight
sky.