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nothing more than to have him roll her under, taking her as completely as he could.
I understand. I won't change my mind.
Good.
***
The next day seemed to drag like heavy chains behind her. Olivia showered in the morning, and then as night came on, she showered again, simply to have something to do. She played her violin for hours, but nothing seemed to sound quite right. She picked it up and put it down time after time, and finally she had to pull away from it, afraid she would snap a string with her nerves.
Makeen was busy most of the day, but he sent her a few texts. They were terse but comforting things, and she could barely keep still for what was to come. She wasn't sure whether she was making the right decision, but all she knew was that she was making the one she needed like she needed to breathe.
She nearly fell to her knees with relief when she heard the propellers outside. She waited on the couch, dressed in her simple blue dress. Through the window, she could see him talk to the pilot before sending him off.
Olivia stood as the door creaked open, but Makeen came through it like a hurricane. He caught her up in his arms, overwhelming her with kisses, taking her breath away.
“Hello,” he said, finally pulling back a little. There was something strained about him that was easing even as she watched.
“Hi,” she said shyly. “Are you … are you hungry or …”
He stood back and gave her a look of such masculine enjoyment that she blushed.
“I am,” he said huskily, “but I am not in any shape to come to you. I want a shower first, but after that, a battalion couldn't keep me from you.”
She swallowed hard. “Should I …”
“Go to your room,” he said, his voice velvet with command. “Wait for me.”
***
Olivia knew that Makeen was going to come to her that night. Still, when he opened the door to her bedroom, she felt unprepared, as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night. Even as the door creaked open behind her, she didn't turn to look. Instead, Olivia stood with her back to him, facing the enormous window that looked out over the mountains.
In the last light of day, small portions of the mountain were painted red and gold, picked out like points of garnet in the growing darkness. How many women had stood where she was through the ages? How had they greeted their men? With despair and resolve? With hope and innocence? Perhaps some lucky few had even looked forward to their lords' approach with love.
“What are you thinking, little songbird?” he asked, coming to stand behind her. Olivia could feel the heat from his body right through her clothes. It made her want to step back into his embrace, but for now, she held herself apart.
“What the women who came before me thought,” she said softly. “Were they happy? Did they despair? What could they have wanted here, high above the world?”
He made a soft thoughtful sound, and she gave into her temptation. She leaned back against him, and after a moment of surprise, his arms came up around her. He was tall enough that it was easy for him to rest his chin on her head, and together, they looked out into the encroaching night.
“There is no way to know, not really,” he said, “but we have some records—journals, anecdotes. The women who were brought here were all prized. Some of them resented it. Others reveled in it, and they ruled as well or better than their men.”
Am I a link in a chain that goes back hundreds of years? Olivia wondered. What will they say about me when I am gone?
“You look frightened,” he said. “Are you?”
She should have been. There was so much to frighten her. She did not know what would happen in a month. She didn't know what would become of her family. She was trapped on a high mountain peak with a man who had once threatened to destroy the people who were most dear to her.
Olivia shook her head. “I'm not frightened, I'm …”
Ready.
The word was so bold in her mind that at first she
I understand. I won't change my mind.
Good.
***
The next day seemed to drag like heavy chains behind her. Olivia showered in the morning, and then as night came on, she showered again, simply to have something to do. She played her violin for hours, but nothing seemed to sound quite right. She picked it up and put it down time after time, and finally she had to pull away from it, afraid she would snap a string with her nerves.
Makeen was busy most of the day, but he sent her a few texts. They were terse but comforting things, and she could barely keep still for what was to come. She wasn't sure whether she was making the right decision, but all she knew was that she was making the one she needed like she needed to breathe.
She nearly fell to her knees with relief when she heard the propellers outside. She waited on the couch, dressed in her simple blue dress. Through the window, she could see him talk to the pilot before sending him off.
Olivia stood as the door creaked open, but Makeen came through it like a hurricane. He caught her up in his arms, overwhelming her with kisses, taking her breath away.
“Hello,” he said, finally pulling back a little. There was something strained about him that was easing even as she watched.
“Hi,” she said shyly. “Are you … are you hungry or …”
He stood back and gave her a look of such masculine enjoyment that she blushed.
“I am,” he said huskily, “but I am not in any shape to come to you. I want a shower first, but after that, a battalion couldn't keep me from you.”
She swallowed hard. “Should I …”
“Go to your room,” he said, his voice velvet with command. “Wait for me.”
***
Olivia knew that Makeen was going to come to her that night. Still, when he opened the door to her bedroom, she felt unprepared, as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night. Even as the door creaked open behind her, she didn't turn to look. Instead, Olivia stood with her back to him, facing the enormous window that looked out over the mountains.
In the last light of day, small portions of the mountain were painted red and gold, picked out like points of garnet in the growing darkness. How many women had stood where she was through the ages? How had they greeted their men? With despair and resolve? With hope and innocence? Perhaps some lucky few had even looked forward to their lords' approach with love.
“What are you thinking, little songbird?” he asked, coming to stand behind her. Olivia could feel the heat from his body right through her clothes. It made her want to step back into his embrace, but for now, she held herself apart.
“What the women who came before me thought,” she said softly. “Were they happy? Did they despair? What could they have wanted here, high above the world?”
He made a soft thoughtful sound, and she gave into her temptation. She leaned back against him, and after a moment of surprise, his arms came up around her. He was tall enough that it was easy for him to rest his chin on her head, and together, they looked out into the encroaching night.
“There is no way to know, not really,” he said, “but we have some records—journals, anecdotes. The women who were brought here were all prized. Some of them resented it. Others reveled in it, and they ruled as well or better than their men.”
Am I a link in a chain that goes back hundreds of years? Olivia wondered. What will they say about me when I am gone?
“You look frightened,” he said. “Are you?”
She should have been. There was so much to frighten her. She did not know what would happen in a month. She didn't know what would become of her family. She was trapped on a high mountain peak with a man who had once threatened to destroy the people who were most dear to her.
Olivia shook her head. “I'm not frightened, I'm …”
Ready.
The word was so bold in her mind that at first she
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