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Chapter

Seven

P aris almost wept with relief when he unlocked the chains holding her captive.

She nearly collapsed when she was freed, but Zahn caught her, hauling her against his hard body. His mouth covered hers in a blatant show of possession, his tongue thrusting forward.

Her desire for him was so strong she met his tongue with her own. Since he’d captured her, Paris had grown addicted to the taste of him. She could no longer fight what she’d been feeling for him.

With each time he’d brought her body to the brink of incredible pleasure only to withdraw, she’d died a little more inside. She didn’t want to experience that gnawing feeling of unfulfilled lust. When he’d chained her to the wall in yet another revealing outfit, Paris figured she’d get more of the same treatment. So once she was alone, she gave in to the tears.

He’d broken her to the point where she’d become obsessed with his touch, craving it. When she slept at night, Paris would have the most deliciously erotic dreams of Zahn taking her to the heights of fiery passion—to completion.

The press of his taut body against her breasts sent shockwaves of delight shooting up her spine.

He dug his fingers through her hair, gripping it tight and deepening the kiss. He took over, dominating and claiming her. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her pussy pulsed.

His take charge attitude was an aphrodisiac she couldn’t resist. Maybe this was what she’d been waiting for all her life. A man who knew what to do and wasn’t afraid to take what or who he wanted.

Zahn’s kiss took her breath away, but she didn’t dare turn her head, not wanting to break the tight seal of his mouth over hers.

When he finally did lift his head to look down at her, his breathing was ragged, his eyes blazed with desire. “Ah, Princess, you’re so beautiful. I had reservations about our joining when your father decreed it, but from that first kiss… you denied it, but I think you felt the magic too.”

Shame coursed through her when she was reminded of who he believed she was.

The man belonged to London. Could she go on with this knowing what he thought?

Paris’s sense of fair play wouldn’t allow her to continue this without at least trying to convey the truth. “Zahn, there’s something you need to know about me.”

His eyes darkened. “I already know the most important thing about you. I want you. Are you telling me you’ve changed your mind, because if you have —”

“No. I haven’t, but you keep calling me Princess.”

“If you don’t wish me to do so, I’ll call you London if that’s what you prefer.” He made a move to kiss her but she turned her head away.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not the princess. I —”

The expression on his face halted her words.

His nostrils flared and his face turned a deep shade of red. Paris could almost see

the steam coming from his head. His eyes narrowed to dark green slits. “So the games continue. I thought we were past that.”

“I’m telling you the truth,” she protested, not liking her word doubted. She was honest as they came. Hell, she even gave back the money whenever a cashier gave her too much change back.

“The only truth that’s come out of your mouth is how much you want me and I’ll give it to you —only because it suits me. I was starting to think you had fee — well, never mind.”

Paris didn’t have a chance to figure out what he was going to say because he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. There was no use fighting him.

Judging from the sheer determination in his eyes, she would lose. Paris didn’t know if she wanted to fight anyway.

He dropped her onto the bed unceremoniously. She lay there stunned at first, but then she watched in fascination as Zahn undressed. His gaze never left her face. The look in his eyes said it all: if you try to get away from me, I’ll drag you back.

“Zahn, would you please listen to reason. I’m just trying to be honest with you. I don’t want to be accused of trying to deceive you.”

“As you’re attempting to do right now? Save your breath, Princess. The more you talk, the more respect I lose for you. I knew you were spoiled, but I never imagined you were a liar.”

She gasped. Again it bothered her that he’d question her honesty. “I am not a liar. You are the most obstinate man who ever lived. When you find out the truth, you’re going to feel pretty stupid. Why is it so hard to believe I’m not her? She’s my tw—” She broke off in the middle of her rant.

Zahn had discarded all his clothes. When he was bare-chested, he was sexy, but standing completely nude, he was nothing short of magnificent -- like Adonis come to life. Coupled with his long black hair cascading to his waist, he was a fine specimen indeed.

Beautiful was not a word she would have generally used to describe a man’s physique, but it seemed to suit him. She looked lower. Oh, dear Lord, he had a third leg dangling between those powerful thighs. His cock was huge!

How in the world would she handle that monster? When she’d felt his erection pressing against her earlier, Paris figured it was big, but this boa constrictor he called a penis was a bit much.

“Do you like what you see, Princess?” he taunted.

Even though he spoke, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his member. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

Before she could respond he moved onto the bed and covered her body with his.

Zahn settled himself between her thighs. It seemed as if he would take her right then and there, just like that without preparing her for the intrusion of his larger than average cock.

“Zahn, not like this…”

“Do you believe you deserve gentleness after the lies you tried to foist off as the truth?”

“I wasn’t lying!”

“I’ll silence your lies.” He covered her mouth with his once more. This time instead of the hot hungry kiss of before, this was suffocating. It was as if he was deliberately trying to hurt her.

Paris beat at his back, the fight she thought she’d let go of once again renewed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, but her honor was at stake.

He didn’t believe her and she really needed him to, then she would be the one he desired most and not her sister. It seemed to incite him further the more she wiggled and writhed beneath him. Her resistance grew weaker by the minute.

Soon she returned his angry kiss, and she clung to him. Zahn reached between her legs and slid his fingers inside her folds. She moaned into his mouth. Damn him.

With just a touch, she was putty in his hands yet again.

Zahn lifted his head with a smug smile on his face. “In this area, you’re honest at least.”

He dropped kisses along her jaw line and neck. A wave of passion made her shake with need for him. Her juices dripped from her, signaling her hunger for his hard cock.

Paris dug her nails into his flesh.

“Are you ready, Princess?” Grasping his cock, he rubbed it against her damp opening.

Paris shivered, spreading her legs wider for him.

Zahn’s eyes flashed with desire. “Ah yes, you are,” he muttered.

“I do want you,” she found herself admitting. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much. You’re driving me crazy.”

She arched her back and lifted her hips slightly. All her earlier protests went out the window. Paris was ready for him when he captured her lips. She loved the way his lips felt pressed against hers. The weight of his hard frame pressed her into the mattress.

Zahn pushed his cock into her. Discomfort took over. It felt like she was being stretched to the limit. Paris placed her hand against his chest. “Zahn, I think you’re too big for me.” Panic began to fill her.

Zahn groaned, closing his eyes as though savoring the sensation of being inside of her. “You’re perfect for me, and I’ll prove it to you.” With one powerful push, he slid fully into her.

All pleasure disappeared. She was being torn apart. “No!” She pushed at his chest in earnest now.

Zahn on the other hand looked like he was experiencing nirvana. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re so tight. Your pussy clings to my cock like a second skin,” he groaned.

“Even if I had been gentle there was bound to be some pain as this is your first time. It will get easier. I promise.”

Tears sprang to her eyes. “I don’t… it hurts.”

He watched her, an unreadable expression on his face and then his features softened. To her surprise he planted a kiss on her forehead. “It will be all right, love. I shouldn’t have rushed you. My only excuse was that I was eager for your scrumptious pussy.”

Zahn kissed the corners of her eyes. His tenderness was a side of him she hadn’t expected. Had he called her love? Maybe she’d just imagined it. Paris lay beneath him, adjusting to his impressive size in silence.

She wanted to be angry with him for what he’d just done, but she couldn’t, not when he was displaying this warm, gentle side.

He traced her jaw line so lovingly.

Her lips trembled when he ran his thumb across them.

“Let me make this better for you, London.” He slid his index finger across her clit.

Heat began to build up in the pit of her belly. Soon the pain faded, leaving pleasure in its wake. The sensation of being deliciously stretched was heady. She wiggled her hips, ready for him to move.

A smile tilted his lips. It was the first genuine one she’d seen from him.

“Beautiful. I think you’re ready for me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, ready to be his in every sense of the word.

He slowly moved inside of her.

Paris reveled in his strength and the warm heavy feel of him on top of her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed him to her. A sharp intake of breath caught in her throat. With each thrust, he moved deeper into her, taking Paris to the limits of passion.

Their eyes locked. The dark murky green of his was nearly black. Zahn’s thrusts grew more fierce and possessive.

She held on to him, her nails digging into his flesh.

Zahn grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head, holding them there.

“Mine! You’re all mine!” he growled, branding her.

Paris felt as if she was spiraling into a sea of unfathomable desire. She wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his silky black locks, but he was fully in charge. Lord, she was hot.

He buried his face against her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. “You’re mine,” he groaned again.

When her climax came, it was a burning inferno. She screamed her release, shaking uncontrollably. She’d had orgasms before through masturbation, but they were nothing like this. “Zahn! Oh, God!”

He continued to drive into her until he stiffened. A warm gust of his come shot up her channel.

“Oh, Princess,” he sighed, finally releasing her wrists. There was that name again.

Paris tried to pretend he didn’t say it, but he had and that changed everything.

The tears she’d allowed herself earlier were now back with a vengeance. She turned her head away. He only wanted her because he believed she was someone else.

Zahn frowned. “What’s wrong, London?”

She didn’t bother answering. The last time she tried to explain, he refused to believe her. There was no point in wasting her breath. It was like banging her head against a brick wall.

When Zahn relaxed his hold on her, she managed to wiggle from beneath him and slide off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

She turned her back to him, wrapping her arms around her body in a protective gesture. “That’s a silly question considering I have nowhere to go.” She expected him to say something, but he didn’t.

The silence was deafening. When the quiet stretched, she finally turned around to look at him. He was studying her in an odd way. “What?” She was suddenly self-conscious. Why was he staring at her like that?

“Where’s your tattoo?”

What a weird question. Why would he think she had one? “What tattoo are you referring to? I don’t have any.”

“The royal tattoo. All members of the royal family have one so that they’re identified properly.”

Paris spread her arms out and twirled around for his benefit. “See? No tattoos.”

He leapt off the bed and grabbed her shoulders. Zahn examined her body thoroughly as if she were an insect under a telescope. Then he backed away from her as if he’d been burned. “Who are you?”