Kirill. The mighty King still stared at her chest when she turned back to him and she cleared her throat to get his attention. His dark eyes flashed to hers, glittering with a golden promise. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn't move. His look said he wanted her. His lips parted as if he could already taste her. There was possession in his eyes, possessiveness over her. She felt him in her head, heard his low voice--a quiet murmur she couldn't make out. Shivering, she struggled anew.
"Tell your oaf of a brother to let me go!"
Kirill nodded at Falke that it was all right. Falke loosened his hands. Her elbow instantly wrenched back to slam into her captor's tight midsection. She yelped in pain, catching the elbow to her chest and cradling it. The Commander's breath caught, but he didn't double over like she planned.
Tearing away from them, Ulyssa glared accusingly as she rubbed her injured arm. "You're lucky--"
"Siren, unlock the royal office please," Kirill interrupted softly.
The door instantly unlatched and swung open. Kirill walked into the royal office, ignoring Ulyssa's outburst. She growled and stormed in after him. Falke shut the door behind her and left them alone. She wondered if he kept guards.
The royal office was much like the rest of the palace, with the same beautiful tile work on the walls and the same medieval castle feel to the structure. A large barren fireplace was dwarfed by the even larger sidewall. Long banners hung on either side of it. A long, woven rug of red and blue lay on the floor. Its intricate pattern was perhaps the loveliest she'd ever seen. Next to the rug were large chairs, so deep they'd nearly swallow her in comfort if she were to use them. On the opposite wall there was a long, empty stone desk and more chairs, a couch, more rugs and tile patterned designs.
Ulyssa ignored the beauty of the stately room. When she looked at the desk, Kirill was leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. A leisurely smile arched on his features and he made no qualms about looking her over with his heated eyes.
"How dare you treat me like that in front of your men!" Ulyssa's words came out in a hiss and her eyes narrowed to shoot daggers. "I don't belong to you and I'm most certainly not your mistress! And did you actually say I like being your prey?"
"You are my mistress." Kirill stayed calm, unmoving, seemingly unaffected.
"I am not," she hissed. "I belong to no man, especially not some chest-thumping savage King! I'm warning you Kirill, either you let me go or I'll--"
"Regardless of what you call yourself, you must stay here as my woman." Kirill sighed. "I marked you last night. All the men smell me on you. Your position in my home is being announced as we speak. Falke will see to that, being as castle security is his duty."
"Listen," she broke in, raising her finger at him to emphasize her point, "just because we had some great sex, doesn't mean you own me or that I'm going to fall over panting at your heels."
"You really have no choice, Lyssa. My mark binds you to me. I will be able to find you if you run." Kirill lowered his jaw and gave her a meaningful look. "There is no escape."
"You dare to ... to mark me without my permission! My God, what sort of people are you? Though, it's no wonder you're a tyrant. Like father, like son, eh?"
"I asked for your permission. I asked if you wanted me to be your lover, you said yes. You allowed me to make love to you, mark you as mine."
"I allowed you to fuck me!" Ulyssa screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes wild. She felt trapped. His eyes narrowed in warning at her tone and she pressed her lips tightly together. She hadn't meant to say it that loud, though she refused to apologize. The silence drew out between them, each staring at the other, contemplating the other's position.
"You speak too much," Kirill said at last, pushing away from the desk to go to her. His lips curled up at the side. "Let me put your mouth to better