The Savage King by Pillow Michelle M

Author:Pillow, Michelle M. [Pillow, Michelle M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Paranormal Adventure - Shapeshifters
Publisher: The Raven Books
Published: 2011-03-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Kirill took Ulyssa home without another word and, to her amazement, left her there alone. It was just as well. She suddenly felt like she had a lot to figure out. A small, yet overwhelming part of her screamed to push everything aside--her pride, her stubbornness--and just hold him whether he allowed it or not. That same part told her to submit completely, to give in so that she could have what she wanted. She ignored that small part, for it wasn't her logic that spoke, but her treacherous heart. Ulyssa refused to become enamored with a barbaric King.

The first week of her repentance passed in anger. She ignored Kirill. He ignored her. She ate alone, bathed alone, sat alone, stared at the wall alone. It was only when she started to have conversations alone that she shook herself from her stupor and began looking for things to do. And, though she found little to occupy her, her thoughts stayed busy.

The second week seemed even longer. Kirill's anger seemed to abate and he began dining with her in the evenings. At first conversation was stilted and short, but it gradually grew to inane topics about Qurilixen weather and food. He tried to ask her personal questions, which she artfully avoided. The only stories she had involved the Agency and that little detail wasn't something she wanted him to know.

By the end of her repentance, an uneasy tension settled in the home. Their eyes would lock and hold for long periods before either of them thought to look away. Kirill would walk across the living room without a shirt, lounging against the doorframe as he spoke, knowing all the time she watched. Ulyssa would allow her body to brush against his when passing by. Or she'd allow ample amounts of cleavage to show in his direction. It was a game and they both knew it--a battle of the wills to see who would cave first. So far, neither was giving in.

The two weeks were complete torture, sleeping on the couch, knowing she had but to crawl onto his bed and offer herself to him. Stubborn pride kept her from going. Stubborn pride was becoming a hard comfort in the late hours of the night when she'd wake up from an erotically charged dream of Kirill and of the magic his tongue could work on her skin.

Once, she'd tried to relieve the sexual tension from of her body by herself. Kirill had stumbled sleepily from the bedroom, sniffing the air, as he passed by to the bathroom. It was as if he'd known what she was doing. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She'd not tried such a thing again.

Another notion filtered in and out of her thoughts when she was alone. Kirill had been honest with her from the beginning. He could feel nothing for her or any woman. He wanted only one thing from her--her body. She respected him for that honesty, but suddenly it became a hard reality to swallow and she didn't know why.

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