By Amanda Ashley
They would given him a host and brought away his identify. Taken his freedom, his domestic, his relations. every little thing that made lifestyles worthy lifing. yet they could not take his hope...and she got here to him taking a look like an angel with hair the colour of silver moonlight and eyes the colour of a turbulent sea. She tenderly handled his wounds whereas he lay in darkness, giving him the desire to head on. Buth whilst her father took him from the mine to paintings on his lavish property, a brand new torture confronted the prisoner. day-by-day he was once compelled into touch with the blameless younger attractiveness, longing for only one flavor of her pouting crimson lips. Now, rather than his savior, she turned his tormenter as she hung out within the pool, flirted with different males, teased him past patience. until eventually one wild evening while the area became the wrong way up and a bold break out made slave in the end grasp and mistress...The Captive
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They would given him a bunch and brought away his identify. Taken his freedom, his domestic, his relatives. every little thing that made existence worthy lifing. yet they could not take his wish. .. and she or he got here to him taking a look like an angel with hair the colour of silver moonlight and eyes the colour of a turbulent sea. She tenderly handled his wounds whereas he lay in darkness, giving him the need to move on.
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It was a lesson learned once, but learned well. Picking up the shovel Number Four had dropped, Dain thrust it into his hands. " Jaw clenched in silent protest, Falkon took the shovel and turned back to the task at hand. He could feel the woman watching him, her eyes burning into his back. Damn her! Damn them all! The earth was hard and unyielding. The punishment had left him feeling weak and a little light-headed. He cursed viciously under his breath, his pride in shreds. It was humiliating enough to be a slave without her standing there, watching him writhing in agony in the dirt, helpless as a worm squirming on a hot rock.
She was almost caught returning to the jinan. Heart pounding, she put her hand over Artemis s nose to keep the mare from whinnying, praying her father wouldn't see her standing just inside the gate. If there was one thing her father was adamant about, it was his insistence that she not leave the compound unchaperoned. She blew out a sigh of relief when he turned and went in the other direction. Never again, she thought. Never again. Two weeks to the day after she had seen the prisoner, her parents left for Partha.
Chapter Three The strange restlessness that had plagued her since the day she had visited the mine continued to haunt Ashlynne. Days turned to weeks, the weeks to a month, and with every hour, her sense of unease grew stronger. With her parents home, she dared not leave the compound to ride along the beach. It was strictly forbidden. There were dangers outside the compounds protective walls – a chance encounter, however unlikely, with an escaped prisoner; the lure of the jungle, wild and emerald green; the threat of attack by ferocious beasts; the churning riptides along the northern shore.