Tainted by Cyndi Goodgame Read Free Book Online

the ground.  I had my bra and underwear and what was left of the dressing gown (that was just a fancy word for camisole in the Fey world) on for goodness sakes but for all intents and purposes, I was naked.  Yes, a towel covered me mostly, but still.  And my hair ! 
    He was in my room, alone, without knocking, and no Danella.  He knew.
    “My lady, won’t you accompany me on the range? I want to practice a little with you.  Fine tune a few things.”  Oh, he knew all right.   There were two options.  Pike told or Ian was familiar even with a miniscule female induced scream as he'd known me, well, all my life.  One or the other or both.
    I had no choice but to follow. I dropped the towel on purpose to prove a point I knew I’d lose anyway and grabbed the first thing I saw to throw over my revealing clothing.  I snatched the pull over dress I used only for my room because it was too short and too thin. Paper thin. Wouldn’t you know, he looked away but not before he got a glimpse.  As daring as it was, his usual alert of desire was present in his eyes, but the anger was winning the war.  We entered and Pike was smirking so horribly it was obvious that I wanted to smack him.  My hair was a matted mess and others looked at my clothing like I’d lost my mind.  Pike knew well what Ian was doing and wanted to rub it in my face.  At least he was acting a little more BIG brotherly and not trying to woo me away from Ian.  That was a plus.
    Ian took my stuck to me like glue dress in his hands and pulled my hips in front of him.  Luckily, the gown came almost to my knees, but obviously different than my everyday attire here at court.  He didn’t even require me to put pants on that I defiantly left off on purpose. Or shoes. He leaned his body up against me.  He was sweatier than even me and trying to make some point I couldn’t quite figure yet. I chanced a look around at what the other men on the range might be thinking about my appearance or what Ian was doing to me, but no one looked.  Probably one of those don’t even look, I’m the head honcho prince things.  I’m teaching my woman a lesson so mind your own business thing.  Or…never mind.  The point was made before he started even if I didn’t agree.
    I followed his lead with silent reverence for the man I love, but playfully feared at the moment.   For him to be able to do this to me and keep me on this silent edge was reminding me of the old Ian who could keep a very well kept secret and egg me on for days and days till I would burst with curiosity.  He was in full control.  What was going to do to me, I didn't know.
    Pike huffed but I didn’t look.  He should quit listening.
    Ian pulled back my bow and anchored the arrow.  He never did this.  I watched his face instead of the target forgetting to be angry.  He looked so calm.  Scary.
    I waited till he stepped back to let me finish it.  When he did, his laser beam eyes landed and stayed on me.  I was shaking as I released and missed.
    He bent close, “Just like before there is too much emotion in your aim though I must say, I do prefer it with your pants off.”  I coughed.  What girl wouldn’t?  And it was just that.  He was reminding me that I was just a stinking girl.
    Pike was ready when I turned on him, “I didn’t say a word.”  That was mistake number one million for him.  He just told Ian that he knew.  Idiot!
    Ian glared his laser beams back at him now.  Ha!
    “I’m going to bathe now.  You boys can duke it out in the sparring ring.”  I tried to pick my dignity up off the floor and make a fast exit. 
    “Oh no.  You want to sweat like a man you can fight like a man.”  I sprang back with his hand attached to face the rest of the men now being entertained.
    “But I’m not a man, I—"
    “Oh, Grace.  Only I know that very well.  And it will remain that way for eternity if I have my way.  If it’s sparring you want, you get.”  He had every bit of