"Joanna Wylde - Dragon's Mistress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

She had never seen anything like Lord Von'hot's palace. It took every bit of Dani's willpower to
keep her eyes focused directly ahead, rather than staring around with her mouth gaping. The walls were
made of some crystalline rock that seemed to have been grown, rather than fashioned. There were
guardsmen everywhere, dressed in dark uniforms and carrying frightening weapons of a kind she'd never
seen before. The walls were hung with portraits, formally dressed men and women whose visages reeked
of power and privilege.

How had she ended up here? She simply hadn't understood just how wealthy a man like Lord
Von'hot must be when she'd originally turned down his invitation. He owned an entire star system and a
confidant of the emperor, her mind whispered in panic.

And she was just a single pleasure worker, sent to spy on him.

She stole a glance up at him from beneath her lashes. He was tall, with hair so black it seemed
almost bluish in the light. His skin was alabaster white, his cheekbones high and sculpted. His eyes were
turned to the corridor ahead of them, but she couldn't forget the dark intensity of his black gaze. He'd
stared right through her, as if he could strip her naked with his vision alone. She'd felt helpless before him,
a small and frightened animal caught in the glare of the predator's sight.

But with that fear was longing. His fingers were slender and strong; the touch of his lips against her
hand had made her quiver with desire. She'd seen the bulge of his erection, something he hadn't bothered
to try and hide from her. The thought of that thick, hard mass plunging into her body made her wet with
longing. She'd never felt so instantly attracted to a man, and she had known hundreds of men in her time.
She was in way over her head.

"This way," he said, guiding her through a magnificent doorway held open by two of his men. The
room they entered was far smaller and more intimate than the broad hallway in which theyтАЩd met. In the
center was a sunken stage, surrounded by a series of couches and low tables. An array of exquisite
foods had been spread out, and she realized they would be dining in the Imperial style, lounging on the
couches while they were entertained.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," he said, leaning down to speak directly in her ear with a soft
voice. The hot wind of his breath made her shiver, tingles running down her spine. His hand touched her
back, guiding her toward a low couch broad enough for several guests. She knew without asking that he
would be joining her there.

She lowered herself, trying to appear polished rather than awkward. She rolled on to her stomach,
leaning against the bolster that had been placed there for just such a purpose. He lowered himself next to
her, bracing himself on one side, then reaching over to trail a finger down her cheek.

"Your skin is very soft," he murmured, his eyes mesmerizing her with their focused power. "May I
kiss you?"

She nodded wordlessly, surprised he would ask. He leaned toward her, touching his lips to her with
infinite slowness. His scent was all around her, she wanted to press herself forward into the kiss, but by
then he had already withdrawn.