Fighting With the Infuriating Prince by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online

her back to face him.  “What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded, furious that she would walk away from him and doubly angry that she wasn’t agreeing to marry him.  Women had been trying to manipulate him into marriage for years.  Why would this tiny woman balk at the idea of marriage?  And dammit, she was not going into the arms of another man!  She was his woman!  Hadn’t he just proven that on the ground only a couple of hours ago?
    Jalayla shrugged and walked over to her horse.  “We had sex, Tasir.  It doesn’t require us to get married.  Why would we ruin our lives by doing that? We’d hate each other before the first year passed.”
    His mind whipped back to their conversation, thinking that even that was stimulating.  No way was he letting this woman get away from him!  “You will marry me, Jalayla,” he commanded even as he watched her get onto her horse.  And yes, his body hardened once again as he admired the skill with which she controlled her mount. 
    “We will not be married, Tasir,” she said as she turned her horse to face him.  “We made a mistake here this afternoon.  We shouldn’t compound that mistake by getting married.”
    And with that, she turned and trotted down the barely-there pathway towards the fortress.  She would pack her bags and get away before Tasir came back.  She definitely didn’t want to run into an angry Tasir again.  He’d looked livid a moment ago.
    But she still couldn’t ignore the amazing feeling she had as she rode up to the fortress stables.  And to be fair, that feeling was all because of his lovemaking.  If there was any way to be married to the man but keep him from speaking, from ruining that amazing sense of well-being after their sexual interactions, she might consider marriage to him.  Unfortunately, enjoying being in his arms was no reason to get married. 
    Okay, so yes, they’d had a very interesting conversation.  But when it came right back down to the real world, he’d reverted right back to being a domineering, arrogant bully. 
    A few hours later, she still hadn’t been able to locate her father.  She was packed up and ready to leave, but she needed to explain to him what was going on, to give him an explanation for why she had to leave in a hurry. And every moment that it took her to locate him meant that there was a larger chance that she might run into Tasir. 
    Just like this morning, she meant to avoid him.  The more she thought about this afternoon, the angrier she became.  How dare he simply declare that they would be married!  Who did he think he was?  He definitely wasn’t her father!  He was only her lover!  And no longer even that! 
    She was practically stomping into one of the salons as she thought about his obnoxious declaration while they were getting dressed.  She had been told that her father was entertaining someone in this room but, once again, he was no longer here.  There was evidence that he had been here at one point but no longer. 
    “I’ve been looking for you!” Tasir growled as he walked into the salon, closing the door behind him.  “What the hell did you mean about us not getting married?”
    Jalayla swung around, her eyes wide as she watched the man approach.  She had her hands behind her back as she leaned against the table, her eyes looking into those of a very angry, very frustrated man.  “I didn’t think that needed any clarification, Tasir.”
    He towered over her, looking down into her nervous, brown eyes.  “You were a virgin.  We’re getting married.”
    Her mouth fell open for a moment before she could close it again.  “You want to marry me simply because you were my first lover?”
    His jaw clenched at her question.  “I will be your only lover, Jalayla.  Get that through your pretty head.”
    She shook her head at his stubborn and unreasonable declaration.  Of course, if he wanted to marry her for other….no, there was no reason for the two