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together.”
    “Thank you. That wasn’t so difficult to tell me, right? Oh, yes, tell him to keep his hands to himself next time.”
    Marcas studied her face, feeling his organ throb as he imagined her under him, protesting his attention as she yielded to her passion. A strange dizziness was felt and he stood, noting the setting sun. “Go down to the basement, we have business to attend to. Do not disobey me,” he ordered brusquely before noiselessly exiting the dining room.
    Courtney stared after him, wondering what had occurred to turn the pleasant conversation so suddenly. She felt guilty, realizing that she had cornered him into talking about his twin brother, which was obviously a sore subject. As for his order, she snorted while clearing up the dinner plates and washing the dishes. She balanced the delicate bone china in her hand, marveling at its beauty and realizing it must be his family crest. What an enigma he was… so strong and commanding, yet he performed the chores of caregiver and host with upmost dignity and finesse.
    It was long past sunset when Marcas burst into her bedroom, anger upon his face. “I told you to meet me in the basement and not to disobey,” he snapped, climbing onto her bed and leaning his arms on either side of her body as she was pushed back against the pillow. Courtney edged her knee between them and slowly shoved him away with her bare foot.
    “And I told you that I don’t respond to orders. More so, you have no right to touch me.”
    “I do not touch naughty girls, I spank them. And you, Courtney Wells, are one of the naughtiest I have ever come across,” he barked, both furious and pleased that she had the courage to defy him.
    “Well then, Marcas Kalnovky, you obviously haven’t come across very many now, have you? I did nothing wrong to deserve to be… spanked!” she yelled, kicking his hands away from her body.
    “You entered my chambers without knocking, you smacked me, and you talk back! I am a noble and that is worthy of execution in my country!”
    “We are not in your country and I don’t care if you’re the Queen of England, I’m not going to obey you.”
    “I cannot be a queen. I am a man,” Marcas growled, grabbing her ankle and pulling her to the foot of the bed. Courtney broke into hysterical laughter, still kicking at him. He wasn’t as amused. “Why are you laughing? You are about to be severely punished.”
    “You are a hoot! Can’t be a queen…” She had tears dripping down her face as she laughed. She started to snort and Marcas stared at her incredulously. “Oh, Lord, I’m sorry… I do this when I’m cracking up,” she explained, snorting even louder.
    Marcas fought not to join her. Laughter like this was not part of his persona. It was joyful and light… his other half would understand. Courtney grabbed her stomach, tears wetting the side of her face and she continued to snort in loud, unladylike episodes. Marcas could not resist any longer and joined her in a loud, rumbling laugh.
    For a quick moment, time stood still and Courtney thought she saw him blur before her eyes. She was sure she was experiencing a form of hysteria that resulted in hallucinations. She closed her eyes to catch her breath and reopened them to see Marcas, serious once again, leaning over her.
    “You come now, young lady. No more games,” he announced, flipping her over his shoulder once again and taking her downstairs to the basement, ignoring the pummeling of her fist upon his back and the attempts to pinch his tight skin. He slammed the door behind him, plodded down the stairs, and dumped her on the divan, her laughter turning into hiccups as she attempted to sober up.
    “I can’t remember ever laughing so hard in my entire life.” She coughed, wiping her eyes as she sat herself straight. “You are so funny.”
    “I did nothing to induce such frivolity. Now, we have several items…”
    “I love your laugh. You should do it more often. I think it