"Dark Elves - 01 - Taken" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mykles Jet)

smiled. УIТm doing my best to let you know me. Intimately.Ф

She ground her teeth, clutching her arms uselessly about her knees. УSmug bastard. I
donТt want to know you.Ф

He cocked his head to the side, hair tumbling over his shoulder. УMust I restrain you?Ф

Her eyes went wide. It must be the spell. Why else did the picture of his strapping her
down make her heart race?

He grinned. УI think youТd like that.Ф

She shook her head frantically. УNo.Ф

УOh, yes.Ф

He rose gracefully and turned toward a chest across the small room from her.
Trembling with need, Diana used the warm -- warm? -- stone walls to gain her feet. There
were only a few lit candles in the room. No fireplace. No firepit. How were the walls warm?


She had no time to contemplate further. Boutel had taken what he needed from the
chest. Rope. Soft and silky, by the look of it, but thick and solid, as well. Grinning, he wound
much of its length around both of his hands.

She trembled, forcing herself to believe it was fury and not lust which did this to her
muscles. She watched his advance, knowing it was hopeless. He stood half a head taller than
she and was twice as wide. SheТd heard that elves were delicate creatures with bones as light
as a birdТs. Obviously, these dark elves were not of that species. Unless the bird were an eagle
or a roc.

She darted aside at the last possible moment, not knowing where to go, only knowing
that she had to fight rather than submit. He chased her, laughing. They darted about the
room. She hurled a candelabra at him, horrified when he caught it and -- it seemed --
extinguished the flames with a look.

When he finally caught her, pinned between the wall and his body, she wasnТt sure he
hadnТt been toying with her. Nor was she sure why she was running. Their scuffle in the
warm room sprouted sweat on her naked skin. The heated air was dripping with the scent of
him, and she was crazed with lust the instant his chest hit her back.

Grappling, snarling, although she no longer knew why, she finally struggled against the
ropes alone. His cock was a searing brand each time it grazed her lower back or buttocks, and
her only coherent thought was to deny herself the demand that he fuck her. She wanted it.
He likely knew she wanted it. She wouldnТt say it!

Once she was securely tied, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She rolled onto
her back, lying on her trussed arms. The position and the crisscross of ropes heТd bound her
with presented her breasts as a blatant lure. Her splayed legs were an open invitation.