Page 102 of Not That Impossible

“Probably for the best,” Nash said.

“Thanks, but I wasn’t asking your opinion. Although, yes. Indeed it is for the best. I shall claim my war prize in the most erotic and filthy of ways and you will, uh. Whimper beneath me and beg for my. Taking. For the taking. Why are you laughing? Adam, make him stop—no! Not with your sword, oh my god. Gag him or something?”

“With what?”

I looked at Nash. “I have an idea,” I said seductively.

“You stick anything in my mouth, I’m biting it off,” Nash said calmly.

“No, you won’t. Because you’ll be begging for it first. You don’t get it if you don’t ask me for it.”

“Good to know.”

This was really not going the way I’d planned. I threw my shoulders back and stalked out of the Great Hall, my boots ringing on the stone and everyone cowering before me.

“Bring him to my new chambers,” I called over my shoulder. “Which will echo with the sounds of his ecstasy as I plunder the figurehead of this vanquished country because he asked for it so prettily.”

I hurried out. That fell a little flat. I could push through. I was, after all, the warlord.Hewas the war prize.

It wasn’t as if Adam would bring him to the chamber—previously Nash’s own bedchamber—and leave us alone for a private seduction, at which dramatic moment Nash would reveal that he had never, in fact, been chained, his shackles were unlocked, and it was all a ruse.

It wasn’t as if Nash had cunningly intended all along to be found amongst the captured soldiers, and was waiting to get me alone, overpower me, and turn the tide of war.

That wasn’t going to happen

Definitely. Not happening. BecauseIwas the warlord.

“Leave us,” I said to Adam. He left and I swung to face the surly captive. “Ah. Alone at last, former Commander Nash. On your knees.”

“You first.” Nash kicked off his unlocked shackles, snatched a long dagger from his knee-high boot and closed the gap between us like a striking snake.

Guess itwashappening, then.

He held the point of my chin on the flat and deadly edge of his dagger. Adding some pressure, he lifted my chin an inch. “Yield.”

I stared at him. “Oh, fine,” I said. “Why not? How do you want me?”

“I was expecting more fight from a mighty warlord.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I am overcome by my lust for your powerful and manly form. I’m being sexually awakened as we speak, just from looking at you, in a way I have never before looked at a man, what with being an innocent and untouched virgin.”

“Right. You hid that well, with all the talk about plundering and filthy erotic seduction earlier.”

“It was a bluff. And now I am trying super hard to resist but despite all my best efforts I am fiercely aroused and compelled to accept you as my lover. So. On my back? All fours? Little hint?”

Nash smiled evilly and re-sheathed his dagger. “Do not think to trick me in a double bluff,” he said.

“That is a good idea, which I definitely thought of already, but oh—”

Nash caught me by the back of the neck and dragged me against his hard, solid body. He laid his cruel lips to mine. “This was easy,” he murmured against my mouth.

“What can I say? Who could possibly withstand your searing sexual magnetism?”

“Who indeed?” He claimed my mouth with his and kissed me silly. Wrenching away, he said, “Prepare yourself for the taking, war prize. Give me a minute to pop out to the Great Hall and let everyone know I’m back in charge of things again. I’ll reinstall my guard, give your second-in-command to my counsellor, Ray, as a pet, march your army off the property, and then we’ll get to the sex.”

I pushed back from the keyboard, panting.

Okay.

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