Page 17 of The General's Bride

Chapter

Seven

Paris 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.

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