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  The long walk to Mila’s temporary room was filled with little snippets of history. Zacharias described every artifact that caught her eye, and there were quite a few. She stopped in front of a picture of one of his ancestors. “He looks just like you. When was this painting…painted?”

  Zacharias coughed. “Uh…It was done in 1675.”

  Mila turned to him with wide eyes. “He looks exactly like you. I can’t imagine what that must be like. I only know my family tree back a few generations, but yours… What was his name?”

  He said nothing for several seconds. Mila turned to him, ready to repeat the question.

  “Zacharias.”

  She blinked twice.

  “His name was Zacharias. I was named after him. He was named after his father. His father built this castle.”

  He turned suddenly. “Your room is here,” he said, before pulling open a dark door.

  Mila gasped when she walked through the doorway. The room was absolutely beautiful.

  She had lived as a vagabond with no home, little money, and even less resources, but the one thing she purchased every month regardless of how little money she had was the latest copy of Vogue. French Vogue, Russian Vogue, American Vogue, any Vogue was her Vogue. And at that moment she was standing in the doorway of a room that could have appeared in any Vogue couture photo shoot.

  The floor was hardwood with a gigantic Persian rug that looked aged and well cared for. The silk drapes on the wall spoke of an era long gone. An era that exemplified extravagant beauty.

  She took a step back. “I can’t stay here.”

  “You can and you will,” he growled.

  She turned at the sound of his rough voice.

  He reached out and caressed her cheek. She stilled at the feel of the soft gesture. “Mila, I want you to stay here, in my home.”

  She smiled at him. He was so kind and charming with his old world grace. The man, like the room, reminded her of a time long gone, a time she could get used to. “Since you asked so nicely,” Mila said with a smirk.

  Zacharias took a slow step away from her. “You must be tired. I will let you rest now,” he said before turning and heading to the door. He paused. “Amelia will bring your meal shortly.”

  “I’ll walk you out.”

  She held the door open for him. He stood in the doorway and looked down at her. It seemed almost as if Zacharias didn’t want to leave her.

  And the truth was, she didn’t want him to leave. Unfortunately, her conscience reminded her she was not the kind of girl to sleep with a man on the first night.

  “Sleep well, dream better,” she whispered before closing the door on him.

  * * * * *

  Mila slept well. She dreamed better. She dreamed of the chestnut-haired giant with the eyes that burned an emerald fire. And this dream was like none she’d experienced before.

  Mila stood in the shadows that hung beside his bed, watching him. She knew the exact moment he realized he was no longer alone. His breathing changed. The rise and fall of his sculpted chest became less even, more sporadic, as he tried to feign the calm breathing that came naturally with sleep.

  She stepped from the shadows to stand in the silvery beams of moonlight. “Zacharias,” she called softly.

  “Mistress.” His voice was throaty and thick with desire. Its even lower, deep timbre tones skated down her spine.

  “I have waited many lifetimes for you, Mistress.”

  She smiled to herself. “Have you really, Zacharias?” It had been so long since anyone, let alone a man, waited for her. In that instant Mila realized she wanted the moment, the dream, to last forever.

  She wanted to always feel like Zacharias was waiting for her.

  “I have waited centuries for your touch. Please do not make me wait any longer.”

  She made her way across the room to stand beside the bed. When she neared him, he started to sit up. She cocked one eyebrow. He immediately stilled, waiting for something, waiting for something from her.

  Mila smiled at him when realization slowly filled her mind. He waited for her demands. He waited for her requests. He waited for her domination.

  He waited to pleasure her.

  She took a deep breath and drank in the heady musk scent of aroused male. She could taste his hunger on her tongue. Her hands clenched and she had to fight the rising urge to give in and satisfy both their primal urges.

  But tonight was about more than urges. It was about needs. Her need to dominate and his need to submit.

  “Tell me what you want, Zacharias,” Mila breathed out in a soft, thick whisper. She propped one knee-high booted leg on the edge of the bed. She watched his gaze follow the movement of her thick thigh. The flaring heat she saw there made her panties moisten with arousal.

  His gaze slowly lifted to hers. “I want to please you, Mistress.”

  Mila stepped back from the bed and turned, giving him her back. She reached for the soft strap of fabric that lay on the bedside table. The moment Mila turned she heard the sharp intake of breath. She smiled at Zacharias’s shock. She probably should have warned him. Her smile widened into a smirk.

  But what would have been the fun in that?

  Mila glanced back at him, midnight hair falling over the left curve of her shoulder. “Do you like what you see, Zacharias?” she asked softly.

  His wet, pink tongue licked his full bottom lip. His nostrils flared. Slowly he tore his gaze away from the sight of her naked ass cheeks. “Yes, Mistress,” he growled, his voice rough and heavy.

  The grip he had on the soft satin sheets tightened. “I enjoy the view very much, Mistress. You are exquisite.” Even though deep with arousal, his voice still held that old world elegant tone she loved.

  One small, gloved hand palmed the full globes of her ass. The feel of the satin on her own skin was highly intoxicating. And there was the fire in Zacharias’s eyes. Mila watched his heated gaze as she trailed the tiny strip of lace that separated her cheeks. His gaze followed her every touch.

  She slowly turned to him, leather strip in one hand. “Tell me how much you like the view, Zacharias. Show me, Zacharias.”

  The edges of his beautiful mouth bracketed with lines of apprehension. Zacharias blinked at her, seemingly unsure of whether he wanted to obey her.

  This was when the dominant in her came out.

  The sharp snap of the leather whip cutting through the air ricocheted through the room.

  He jerked at the sound and glared at her.

  Mila felt the immediate need to assert her control. She cracked the whip across his strong naked thigh. The supple leather left a red mark in its wake.

  It was like the mark of a lover on his thigh.

  It was the mark of his lover on his thigh.

  It was Mila’s mark.

  “Now, Zacharias.” Her voice was soft, dark, and held an undertone of granite.

  He would bend to her will.

  She would give him no other choice.

  “Do you want to be punished for not submitting to your Mistress, Zacharias?” she purred in a voice as thick and airy as whipped cream.

  He slowly lifted his chestnut head. His heated gaze collided with hers and for one moment Mila was stunned by the effect. Her panties and her palms moistened with her gut-wrenching arousal.

  There was so much passion in his emerald eyes. “No, Mistress. I do not desire punishment.”

  Mila’s smile was slow and full of the sexual heat she felt burning inside. She was a predator and he was her beautifully erotic prey. “But you have earned a punishment, Zacharias.”

  His eyes flashed with acceptance and…joy. Though he tried to mask it, Mila was very aware the brunet giant had gotten exactly what he wanted.

  He liked being punished.

  And she liked giving out punishment.

  “Bring me the chair, Zacharias.”

  His gaze lowered until they rested on the large protruding bulge tenting his sheets. He was naked. And he was aroused.


  “Do not make me ask again, Zacharias, or you will receive two punishments and you will not like either.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He threw the sheet off from the masked lower half of his body.

  Mila had mentally prepared herself for his nakedness. She had prepared herself for the sight of his nude body, even his naked aroused body. She had not prepared herself for the sight of his sexually aggressive beauty.

  Mila had not prepared herself for the eroticism that cloaked his every masculine inch.

  Zacharias was breathtaking.

  Her hungry eyes devoured the sight of his naked body. His shoulders were broad, muscled, and darkly tanned, evidence that he did not fear the sun. His muscles moved purposely with his every movement, his every step. Mila found herself catching her breath at the sight of his broad, strong back. She had never once thought of a man’s back as erotic, but as she stared at Zacharias’s, she felt her panties further moisten with arousal. She was so wet, so horny, she could scent herself.

  She licked her bottom lip. Then she bit it to stifle the urge to tell him to discard the chair. She had a new idea for his punishment.

  But it would have to wait.

  She was his Mistress.

  And she had to teach him not to disobey.

  Her gaze roamed lower. The broad planes tapered into a slim waist accentuated by the small of his back. With his back to her, Mila felt no shame or concern with her naked perusal of his body. She took notice of every inch of Zacharias’s gigantic frame. She took note of the defining indentation of his spine and the twin dimples sitting above the full, firm cheeks of his magnificent ass.

  She made a silent promise to pay special attention to them…later.

  Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, breaking the skin. She felt lightning arousal streak through her limbs when he bent and picked up the chair. The firm globes of his ass moved with the action, contracting and giving her a glimpse of his heavy balls.

  If he behaved she would run her tongue across them.

  But first came his punishment.

  She smiled at Zacharias as he placed the chair in front of her. “Now, lie down.”

  Zacharias stilled. It was obvious he had expected her to tell him to sit.

  But a good Mistress knew to do the unexpected. It was what kept the sub’s heart pumping with arousal.

  Zacharias slowly padded his way across the room. Mila watched his every move with heavy-lidded, desirous eyes.

  When he reached the bed, he paused to lift the sheet. “No sheet. Lie on top.” He dropped the sheet and settled himself on the bed. It was obvious he was uncomfortable with the proof of his desire. His long-fingered hand lifted toward his stiff cock. It reached halfway before dropping at his side.

  “You’re learning, Zacharias.”

  She walked away from the chair to stand beside the bed. She opened the first drawer in the nightstand and found exactly what she sought. She pulled the black cloth mask out.

  Mila turned back to the bed. It was so high it stood against her stomach. She lifted one leg over his muscular thighs. He jerked beneath her. She smiled at the telltale action.

  She leaned over him, pressing her lace-covered sex over his pulsing erection. “Are you ready to be punished, Zacharias?” she whispered against the strong column of his corded neck.

  “Yes.” He shivered.

  “Good.” She slowly fit the mask over his eyes, being careful of the luxurious chestnut strands of his hair as she pulled it over his head. “Your punishment is lack of sight.”

  She kissed both his cloth-covered eyes and sat back. The enormous bulge between Zacharias’s thighs pressed at her swollen cleft. She moved her hips on top of his, pressed her pussy against his rigid cock for several moments.

  Watching his face, Mila’s fingers wrapped around his wrists. The tension there told her he was clenching his hands into fists.

  She closed her eyes and smiled. Pleasure like no other shot through her body. She moaned. “Zacharias.”

  He gasped and jerked beneath her.

  “Can you smell my desire? Can you smell my arousal?”

  She widened her thighs, pressed her cleft harder against his cock, and rubbed her pussy against him.

  “Yes, I can smell you, Mistress.”

  One hand left his wrist. She pressed her fingers against her lace-covered pussy.

  “I’m so wet, Zacharias, wet for you, but you misbehaved. And now…”

  Mila spread her legs farther and her nether lips parted, revealing the swollen bud at the apex of her cunt. She pressed two fingers against her engorged clitoris.

  “I must satisfy myself.” The hand that held Zacharias’s wrist tightened. The fingers on the other hand made a vise over her clit.

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  She moved her pussy on top of him as she fingered her clitoris. Her gasps permeated the air. His moans echoed hers.

  “Come for me. Come for me, Mistress.”

  She held him as she rode him.

  His thick, desire-deepened voice spurred her on.

  She held him as she came, shivering on top of his supine body as her own exploded. She screamed until her voice was hoarse as her orgasm ripped through her, rending every other orgasm she had ever experienced a shiver in the force of its quake.

  His shout of satisfaction came seconds later.

  Chapter Three

  Whispered Promises

  “There are rumors circulating that she will make her presence known during this Dark Moon.” Liana paused dramatically as she added two more spoonfuls of sugar to her tea. The man across from her shrugged his wide shoulders nonchalantly.

  “Every year the kingdom claims the same thing. And every year they are wrong. She never comes. I doubt she will show this year.” Hugo stared at the giant stove for several moments before apparently making a decision. He reached across her and grabbed a sausage link off one of the frying pans on the burners. He popped it into his mouth.

  Liana lifted one eyebrow in silent rebuke for his actions. She did not need to say anything because at that moment, Elsie, the cook, rounded the corner. The full-figured matron set down the container she was carrying and strode toward them. “You been picking off my stove again, Hugo?”

  He gave Elsie a warm smile. “Now why would I do that?”

  Liana grinned at the two of them. They had been going through the same routine for the last decade. Elsie turned to her suddenly, wiping her palms on her apron. “You’ve told him what they are saying?”

  Liana nodded slowly and inclined her head in Hugo’s direction. “He believes it is just another endless rumor.”

  Elsie glowered at her. Liana could feel Elsie’s irritation washing over her in waves. “Well, that’s because you haven’t told him all that they are saying.” Elsie’s gaze caught Hugo’s curious eyes. “They are claiming that even Iya herself is agreeing the signs all point to the arrival of the Dark Moon Queen.”

  Hugo stilled at Elsie’s words. Liana could see the fine lines of tension etched all over his body. Hugo understood what the return of the Dark Moon Queen meant. The woman was supposed to be the greatest and most powerful witch that all of Krim had ever known.

  Her return was prophesied to be the lone act that would push Krim into prosperity. For over five hundred years, since the death of the last Dark Moon Queen, her return had been whispered about. But never with such fervor.

  And this time one of the greatest oracles of Krim had confirmed the rumor. Change was upon Krim. The whispered promises of several generations appeared to be bearing fruit.

  Hugo watched Elsie for several tense moments. “That is not all she said, Elsie, is it?”

  Elsie shook her head and wrung her hands together. “Iya claims she has already arrived in Krim.”

  Chapter Four

  Thanks for the Memories

  The Magician was livid, filled with a fire that raged out of control, burning through all semblance of compassion he had ever pretended to own.
One large fist pounded against the table. The heavy thud echoed throughout the cavernous room. The ricocheted sounds of his anger seemed to settle deep in his heart, oddly cooling some of the heat that simmered within.

  He had planned so perfectly. Zacharias, King of Krim, was to marry the woman he had sent to him. Beautiful and talented, she should have been too lovely to resist. And she would have been his puppet, poisoning the powerful king until he was weak enough to bend to the will of his black magick.

  But she had ruined it all.

  The moment Zacharias had looked into her dark eyes, the Magician knew he could not stop them from coming together.

  She was his mate. The other half of the king’s damn soul.

  The Magician’s smile was cold, filled with the unhealthy fire that burned in his gut. He could use the truth to his benefit. It did not have to be an obstacle to his goals. He just had to make sure the human was a memory and nothing more. He could not let her become a permanent fixture in the kingdom of Krim.

  His smile broadened. When he cut her from the picture, the king’s heart would be torn. And there was nothing easier to control than a broken man. He turned and strode back to the library that was his sanctuary. His long, gnarled fingers plucked a large leather-bound text from the endless array of books. He quickly flipped to the recipe he sought.

  It was a magnifying spell. He would increase the sensual power that surged between Zacharias and the dark woman. They wanted one another. They were each other’s complements. Every male and female in the castle had witnessed the magnetism that drew them to one another. Coupled with the spell, the two would be powerless to resist the temptation of their desires.

  And once Zacharias had fallen for the damned woman, the Magician would dispose of her. The broken gargoyle would be too weak to resist him.

  The Magician whistled to himself as he gathered the ingredients for the magnifying spell. He would not let Zacharias’s mistress disrupt his carefully crafted plan. The Magician had a destiny to uphold. And nobody, not even the king himself, was going to stand in his way.

  Chapter Five

  Dirty Little Secret