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potatoes by a burly guard. What was she even doing here?
King Raul would never have given her permission to be so far from home. Even
with an escort, C21 was no place for a proper lady. Why this colony was full of
immoral loose women who thought nothing of giving up their virginity. He’d been
here several times for trade and had never met a virtuous woman.
      “Did you
know that woman?” Ambrosia asked, reminding him of her presence.
      “No.” Serri shook his head. What had Whimsy expected him to do?
Be pummeled to death by that enormous oaf? No, this is a battle she would have
to settle on her own. He stroked Ambrosia’s vibrant red hair. It was dyed. He
knew because the hair between her legs was a drab brown. Still, he liked the
sight of his shaft disappearing in her creamy pale body. They had taken a
respite from fucking to come to the market for fresh fruit. Now, he was eager
to forget his troublesome betrothed and turn to more pleasurable pursuits.
“Come,” he said to Ambrosia. “Let’s return to your home.” He wrapped an arm
about her tiny waist, took their purchase from her, and led her away. He would
tackle the issue of Whimsy later. Much later, he thought, his hand curving over
Ambrosia’s bottom.  
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
      The room
was brightly lit this time, and the drapes were drawn back to reveal a stunning
view of their city. Gaedrian stood looking out the
window, wearing the same robe he’d worn last night. He didn’t turn at the sound
of the door opening and closing. Whimsy opened and closed her hands to try to
calm herself. She was furious with him.  
        The
silence between them stretched out until she couldn’t stand it anymore. “Why
did you let me go if you were only going to send for me again?” She hated that
her voice quivered and she was afraid she was going to start crying again.
      He sighed
deeply and turned. The robe draped over his body lovingly like a second skin.
His body was heavily aroused. Whimsy caught her breath, shocked at the instant
throbbing that began in her pussy. She bit her lip to keep in a moan. “Dessert,
I regret that this has to happen. I did not want this.” She turned from him.
She couldn’t really believe him when his body belied his words. “I did not know
that you had not volunteered for this service.”
      Whimsy
choked. “You thought I volunteered to be defiled by you? You have some ego.”
      He arched
a brow. “Believe it or not, it happens. You are the first to object.”
      She bit
her lip. “That’s because the women are drugged.”
      He moved
closer. “You have not been drugged.   It
is I who received an injection.”
      She
glanced at him over her shoulder. “Let’s just say I believe you, that you
didn’t know I was bought and forced to come here, and that you’re sorry. Will
you let me go?”
      He
gritted his teeth. “I cannot.”
      “Then you
can stuff your apologies,” she snapped.
      “Dessert, please.”
      “Stop
calling me that! My name is Whimsy.”
      He
nodded. “Whimsy,” he murmured. He was close enough to touch her now. He reached
out and fingered her curls. “It is a lovely name for a beautiful woman. But I
will always think of you as my Dessert. How can I not? Your skin is caramel,
your nipples milk chocolate, and the cream of your pussy…” He broke off with a
deep growl that had her nipples peaking. “One taste and I am addicted.”
      Part of
her was shocked. No one had ever spoken to her so frankly, used such language. Certainly, not Serri . What shocked
her even more is the way his words affected her. She wanted to throw herself at
him and beg him to kiss her the way he had last night.   The thought of his strong body over hers,
claiming her made her feel weak and shaky. “I need to sit down,” she whispered.
      He
clasped her shoulders from behind. “Whimsy, the sooner you give in to the need,
the sooner you will be free.” He rubbed his erection against