Read Online My Ruthless Prince by Gaelen Foley - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Gaelen Foley
Ads: Link
were, she would unwittingly give away the game, and they'd both be dead.
True, Drake had come back to the castle on what was likely a suicide mission, but he did not intend to die until he had also made sure that his enemies would join him.
Things were moving in the right direction. The meeting had yielded an encouraging development. James would be sending for all the Prometheans still left out there to come to the castle. He could kill them all together. At this point, it was only a matter of figuring out how.
In the meanwhile, lying to Emily was for the best.
Perhaps doing so would help to inspire her to leave. He wanted her out of here, but he could not get rid of her without her cooperation. The sort of escape he could provide for her would require her to run on her own two feet and use her woodland skills to hide and flee.
Attached to him as she was, he had known he might need some useful means to drive her away. Letting her believe he was evil was as good a ploy as he was likely to find.
Drake sighed, resting his head back against the chair.
It was not very comfortable, but she was welcome to take the bed. He didn't sleep much, anyway.
Presently, as he closed his eyes, he could still see her in crisp detail in his mind, his oversized shirt draping her petite frame.
When he had stepped into the room earlier, bringing her dinner, he had been stunned at the delicious prospect of her in his room, all clean and warm and tousled, as if she had spent the day lounging in his bed.
She had almost caught him looking her over, from her dainty bare feet all the way up to her cascade of long, golden brown hair, flowing past her delicate shoulders.
His shirt hung to midthigh on her, and when she had turned away, his glazed stare had raked her slim, smooth legs and the alluring curve where the fabric loosely skimmed her firm derriere.
Then she had turned to face him again, pushing up the long sleeves. Though she had fastened the buttons at the neck, the deep V of the shirt still exposed the full, silky run of the white valley between her breasts.
At the sight of that lovely valley, he had felt his blood heat up with real, hot, needy desire for the first time in two years. He could not stop thinking about the way she had tasted when he had kissed her earlier in the forest.
And he pondered the interesting knowledge that it had not bothered him to do so.
Once upon a time, he had been a lover of legendary prowess. But ever since his sojourn in the dungeon, he could hardly stand for anyone to touch him, even by accident.
He felt very different after that kiss this afternoon, however. He had liked it a great deal. In truth, he'd been shocked at how quickly, how fiercely his body had responded to her. Savoring the thought of her scantily clad figure, he suddenly looked down at himself in surprise.
All his musings on Emily's many enticements had started getting him hard.
He reached under the blanket in astonishment and grasped himself.
"Damn," he whispered, surprised but pleased.
He hadn't had one like that since before he'd been captured.
Indeed, he had not lain with a woman in two years, and frankly, had lost all interest in sex--at least, it would seem, until today.
Considering he had lost his mind and his memory for a while due to his ordeals, losing his potency as a man had seemed to him the least of his problems.
It had comforted him slightly to know that at least his many malfunctions weren't his fault. Everything had worked perfectly before the torturers had got hold of him.
Afterward, however, well, he had more or less concluded it was all over for him where women were concerned.
Back in London, James had hired that whore to pleasure him, but the experience had only traumatized him further. Her too-aggressive touch had nearly made him retch; all he had been able to feel toward the high-priced harlot was revulsion and disgust. It had been a humiliating episode, but Drake had put it out of his mind because the
True, Drake had come back to the castle on what was likely a suicide mission, but he did not intend to die until he had also made sure that his enemies would join him.
Things were moving in the right direction. The meeting had yielded an encouraging development. James would be sending for all the Prometheans still left out there to come to the castle. He could kill them all together. At this point, it was only a matter of figuring out how.
In the meanwhile, lying to Emily was for the best.
Perhaps doing so would help to inspire her to leave. He wanted her out of here, but he could not get rid of her without her cooperation. The sort of escape he could provide for her would require her to run on her own two feet and use her woodland skills to hide and flee.
Attached to him as she was, he had known he might need some useful means to drive her away. Letting her believe he was evil was as good a ploy as he was likely to find.
Drake sighed, resting his head back against the chair.
It was not very comfortable, but she was welcome to take the bed. He didn't sleep much, anyway.
Presently, as he closed his eyes, he could still see her in crisp detail in his mind, his oversized shirt draping her petite frame.
When he had stepped into the room earlier, bringing her dinner, he had been stunned at the delicious prospect of her in his room, all clean and warm and tousled, as if she had spent the day lounging in his bed.
She had almost caught him looking her over, from her dainty bare feet all the way up to her cascade of long, golden brown hair, flowing past her delicate shoulders.
His shirt hung to midthigh on her, and when she had turned away, his glazed stare had raked her slim, smooth legs and the alluring curve where the fabric loosely skimmed her firm derriere.
Then she had turned to face him again, pushing up the long sleeves. Though she had fastened the buttons at the neck, the deep V of the shirt still exposed the full, silky run of the white valley between her breasts.
At the sight of that lovely valley, he had felt his blood heat up with real, hot, needy desire for the first time in two years. He could not stop thinking about the way she had tasted when he had kissed her earlier in the forest.
And he pondered the interesting knowledge that it had not bothered him to do so.
Once upon a time, he had been a lover of legendary prowess. But ever since his sojourn in the dungeon, he could hardly stand for anyone to touch him, even by accident.
He felt very different after that kiss this afternoon, however. He had liked it a great deal. In truth, he'd been shocked at how quickly, how fiercely his body had responded to her. Savoring the thought of her scantily clad figure, he suddenly looked down at himself in surprise.
All his musings on Emily's many enticements had started getting him hard.
He reached under the blanket in astonishment and grasped himself.
"Damn," he whispered, surprised but pleased.
He hadn't had one like that since before he'd been captured.
Indeed, he had not lain with a woman in two years, and frankly, had lost all interest in sex--at least, it would seem, until today.
Considering he had lost his mind and his memory for a while due to his ordeals, losing his potency as a man had seemed to him the least of his problems.
It had comforted him slightly to know that at least his many malfunctions weren't his fault. Everything had worked perfectly before the torturers had got hold of him.
Afterward, however, well, he had more or less concluded it was all over for him where women were concerned.
Back in London, James had hired that whore to pleasure him, but the experience had only traumatized him further. Her too-aggressive touch had nearly made him retch; all he had been able to feel toward the high-priced harlot was revulsion and disgust. It had been a humiliating episode, but Drake had put it out of his mind because the
Similar Books
