The Warlord Forever by Alyssa Morgan Read Free Book Online

this is what you believe happened to Duncan Douglas?”
    “Well...” David gave a nervous laugh, straightening his tie. “It’s hard to believe a curse truly exists, but one cannot discount the coincidence of Duncan Douglas’s discovery of the tomb, and his sudden death. Only future attempts to study the tomb will reveal the truth of the legend.”
    “And we hope you’re allowed the chance to do that, Dr. Wilkes. We’d love to have you back with the full story.”
    “I’d love to get it.” He stared darkly into the camera, like he was looking right at them. “One way or another, I will honor my pledge to Duncan Douglas to find the truth about Ian the Great and finally put his soul to rest.”
    “Bullshit!” Kenna blurted out. “What a load of bullshit!”
    “Aye, lass.” Ian nodded. “I agree.”
    The show switched to a commercial break and Kenna paced around the room. “What are we going to do?”
    “Invite him over for a visit,” Ian suggested. “Then I can run him through with my sword.”
    Her mouth fell open in shock as she realized what sort of man she had roaming around in her house, and her world. The warlord’s solution to everything must be to fight it, to fuck it, or to kill it. It was so archaic.
    “The housekeeper will be here in a couple of hours.” She tried to take his mind away from running David through with his sword, though she found she was having a hard time forgetting about it. “She’ll make breakfast, or whatever you want.”
    She had to find ways to keep him occupied. When she didn’t, he became focused on her with such intensity it made her start thinking crazy thoughts. Erotic, lustful thoughts . Ian oozed powerful, male sexuality like chocolate éclairs oozed cream.
    “I wondered if you had household servants.” He swiveled in the chair to face her. “`Tis a big house for only one woman to look after.”
    “Rosa is not a servant,” she warned. If Ian tried to get high-handed with Rosa, he’d have a big surprise. She wouldn’t tolerate it. “She gets paid for her work and you’ll treat her with respect.”
    She had to reign in her temper. She couldn’t blame Ian for being chauvinistic; that’s how it was in his time, but he’d soon come to learn the world was a different place than what he was used to. Quite a different place.
    “I’ve never shown disrespect to a servant.” He rose from the chair and stalked over to her. “I believe in treating people with kindness.” He grasped the back of her neck with one of his big, warm hands and brought his mouth over hers in a kiss.
    Kenna knew she should push him away. He couldn’t keep stealing kisses from her like this, but she didn’t want him to stop. He kissed with passion and skill; all wet and wicked and warm. When he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, she moaned softly and put her arms around him. Ian slid his other arm around her waist and pulled her even closer, crushing her body against his, pressing her breasts against the solid muscles of his chest.
    The scent of him surrounded her, invading her senses with the smell of forest and man. She wondered what his bare skin would feel like under her hands. How he would taste on her tongue. A warm shiver rushed through her and her nipples tightened, making her wonder what his mouth would feel like there.
    Dizziness washed over her and she held onto Ian tighter, afraid she really might pass out from his kiss. He kissed just like a man should kiss. She opened her mouth and began kissing him back. She put everything she had into it. She didn’t want Ian to find her lacking. She had some experience. Just to show him, she sucked on his bottom lip and teased it with her tongue.
    He growled low in his throat when she did that and tightened his grip on the back of her neck, his kiss turning fierce and wild. Kenna was spinning, spiraling out of control as his tongue explored her mouth. She surrendered completely to his plundering kiss. Never