Chapter 4
*I just know that you all enjoyed the "warmth" in the last chapter. Well, don't fret children there is still much more sexual tension to come! This chapter contains illicitness. Basically it's just foreplay but nothing follows. A forced hj.*
Adriana awoke the next morning with a start. Something had been thrown on top of her. Squinting she looked down to see it was her cloak and a pair of leggings. They were tattered and much too large for her but the fine tailoring immediately told her whom they belonged to.
"Dress…quickly," was all that the too familiarly calm voice ordered.
She listened to him turn and exit the barn, a bit surprised that he did not insist on watching her pull the frayed outfit on.
She had not had much time to ponder where it was that he was taking her. The previous evening had been too fraught with intense emotions to think on it for any length of time. Now it was the major issue that clouded her mind, along with an even darker matter: how long could she keep him from savaging her?
Adhemar watched the young woman slip out of the barn, seemingly unfazed by having to sleep with livestock. Probably a rather common occurrence, he thought bitterly. He had not slept well that night. In point of fact, he had probably slept more fitfully in his quaint room with a bed and a fireplace than she had in a lofty barn with nothing but hay to warm her. It had not just been that he had wanted to feel the softness of her skin rub against his body, or to catch the scent of their combined excitement and the product of their efforts, he had wanted those things… so badly he was almost alarmed by it, but her words had affected him more deeply than he cared to think about. But the worst part about all of it was that he had let her see how much they affected him. He had lost control, something that he despised.
He had chastised himself most of the night, vowing not to do it again. But the mere sight of her brought back every sensation, every fear, every desire he had felt the evening before. He tried to push them away, to escape them by thinking of anything but her, but it was difficult when he couldn't tear his eyes from her hair flowing behind her majestically. From her body, held upright and straight with the posture of poise, her elegant way of moving about. And her eyes… he could not let go of her eyes. They silently challenged him, seeming to say, "Do what you will, but I will not be defeated." Such strength, such pride! How did she do it? She was beggar! Yet to watch her you would think she was a queen!
His grip tightened on the reins of a newly acquired horse. He had struck a bargain with the owner of the inn, paying what knew was far too much for the old farming mare. She hardly compared to the steed he had lost in the joust. He shrugged off the disappointment.
He had a new stallion to saddle.
Although, likening the wild vagrant to a horse was hard even for Adhemar. He quickly mounted and rode towards her, picking her up painfully by the arm without warning. Seating her carelessly in front of him on the horse, arms wrapped around her more tightly than they needed to be, they started toward their destination. He felt her squirm under his touch and probably in discomfort at their closeness, but he ignored it and kept riding in silence.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked quite suddenly.
"Wherever I wish. You're my servant now, and will accompany me wherever I travel," he replied brusquely.
"Your servant?" she scoffed, understanding that she was acting foolishly by doing so.
He was silent for a long moment before he answered, "I thought we discussed this."
"We discussed nothing. You held a knife to my throat and threatened me. I only ask because the services you wish me to provide are a bit off kilter for those of a servant," she snapped back.
"You have a sharp tongue. Perhaps that's why you have such a hard time holding it," he sneered coldly.
Her temper flared. He had cleverly avoided acknowledgement of her accusation. When rationalized, she knew that accusing him of anything was hardly worth her while, he would never listen. It made her angry enough to blurt out her next statement mockingly.
"Would you have Donal perform those tasks, then?"
There was a taut silence, made so by her expectance of a beating or some other abuse. But none came. He managed to keep himself calm and collected, but not easily.
"I have no need or interest for Donal to do my bidding in those… duties. However, if I did, Donal would adhere to my demands quite willingly, I assure you. That's what sets you apart from him."
"I'm no servant," she hissed.
"No, I suppose you're not. A servant obeys willingly. There's another word for your type," Adhemar retorted icily.
"What is it?"
"A slave."
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They traveled for hours, Adriana became painfully uncomfortable from having ridden so long, however Adhemar--who was quite used to riding for days at a time-- went on unsympathetically. She was forced to move about, trying to relieve the taut soreness in her legs and rear, and in doing so pushed against the solidity of Adhemar's chest.
"You sorely tempt me, Adriana," he murmured lowly after a few minutes of her restlessness.
She stopped immediately, trying to slide forward in the saddle and not succeeding. It was only then that she realized with repulsion that she had been pushing against more parts of him than his chest.
"Don't misunderstand, I would never deliberately tempt you. I only move to allay my pain," she spat scornfully.
She tempts me with every passing second whether she does it deliberately or not, Adhemar thought to himself.
Something suddenly occurred to him and he was at a loss to explain why he had not noticed it before.
"It's obvious you've had an education, had you not you could not insult me so eloquently. Where did you get it? Who taught you?" he demanded.
"I was educated in a monastery near London," she muttered shortly.
"How did you afford that?" he riposted almost immediately.
"Why do you take so much interest in a peasant?" she retorted, becoming cross.
Adhemar might have become angry with her petulant tone and evasion of questions, but he was rather amused. It pleased him to see he was cracking her shell, getting her angry. He gave a short chuckle of enjoyment.
"Because I have never met a peasant as hot tempered and disrespectful as you. I only wish to know the origin of this lack of obedience," he mocked callously.
"Let me down, I wish to walk," she growled firmly.
"Tell me and I'll walk. You may have the horse to yourself," he haggled.
"I would rather walk," she replied coldly.
Now his temper and his interest were sparked. He tightened his grip on her body.
"All right, tell me or I'll tie and drag you behind the horse for a bit," he threatened.
She gave a disparaging sigh.
"My parents could have afforded any education they wanted me to have," she murmured cryptically.
"How is that?" he scoffed disbelievingly.
"You think you know so much!" she spat, suddenly irate, "You know nothing of my life and I don't wish you to."
"I wish to know," he argued, as if this simple point should have been enough for her to break down and tell him everything.
"I was as spoiled as you once. All nobility is the same, you act like children. You only care about what pleases you and nothing else matters," she scathed.
"You forget I am a soldier. I spend most of my time overseas fighting for the people of this country. Now tell me I only care about myself," he snapped righteously.
It was her turn to scoff. She turned in the saddle abruptly, her face only inches from his, her eyes burning into him.
"Do you actually love any of those people?" she demanded.
"Why should I tell you? You won't answer one of my questions," he said bitterly, averting his eyes to the road ahead to avoid hers.
"I'll answer any question you can think of if you tell me the answer to that," she proffered.
"I don't bargain with slaves," he sneered.
"You may title me with whatever demeaning name you want, that doesn't mean it applies," she told him somberly.
With that she turned around and sat forward again.
Adhemar was at a loss. He should have been furious, should have wanted to throw her from the horse and beat it out of her, but he didn't. He simply wanted to know. He had never been so intrigued before. She was a total mystery. A mystery that, if left unsolved, was unconquerable.
"No. I suppose I don't. Love is an emotion of weakness, I've always been taught to discount it."
She listened closely to the sound of his voice when he said this. It sounded monotone, forced in fact. As if it were an automatic response. However, she couldn't tell if it was due to the fact that he was irritated at having to submit to her demands, or if he was lying.
"That's very sad. It makes me obliged to pity even a creature such as you."
This statement relit his temper with a vengeance and he halted the horse, dismounting gracefully and yanked her to the ground. He held her by the arm, gripping it painfully and made sure she was looking at him when he spoke.
"I don't need your pity!" he shouted, almost desperate.
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He took a moment to regain control, his shoulders rising and falling visibly, his eyes burning. He reminded her of a wolf, powerful, dangerous, and reticent.
He grabbed her hand in his and pulled her to her feet, leading her away from the small caravan and into one of the numerous thickets beside the road. Adriana had to hold her free arm in front of her face to avoid getting scratched by the thick brambles and skeletal tree limbs.
Finding a small clearing, he tossed her down and top her shock, fell atop her, pinning her to the soft grass. One arm on either side of her body made escape impossible. He stared down at her hungrily, intent on getting what he wanted. She prepared herself for the struggle…
"It's your turn to keep your part of the bargain. Tell me everything I want to know," he growled in his unique rasp.
Adriana relaxed a bit. Was he serious? He wasn't going to ravage her? She searched his gaze for the answers but it told her nothing. He only looked upon her ravenously. Then she understood, he was silently giving her a choice. Share her past with him, or indulge him in carnality.
"My parents were the Duke and Duchess of Wilshire. I was born noble, every bit as you."
Adhemar blinked once at this revelation. A slow smile grew on his lips. He pulled himself off of her and stood over her laughing.
"You really expected me to believe that? Did you think I was that ignorant? A half wit would know you were lying!" he exclaimed.
Adriana got to her feet angrily.
"You didn't even let me continue! There's more to it than that!" she shouted.
This amused him further.
"I apologize if I have vexed m'lady, go right ahead," he mocked cruelly.
Adriana felt her cheeks burn in humiliation and frustration. He didn't believe a word she was saying and probably wouldn't no matter what she did. In her fury at his utter disregard for her, she tumbled him to the ground and sat atop him similarly to what he had done to her a moment before. Alas, she did not have his power and he quickly seized her around the waist. His hands were terribly strong and they bent her forward so that their lips were inches apart.
"Has m'lady changed her mind?" he whispered lecherously.
"I only want you to listen," she replied quietly.
"Then speak," he muttered dismissively.
"I tell you the truth when I say that my parents were nobles. I had the finest education, but my parents never meant for me to use it. They'd have been better off had they never let me learn anything and grow into a dumb, docile cow," she recounted with bitter passion.
"Something I've said all my life about any woman," Adhemar interjected rudely.
She glared him into silence and went on.
"When I was sixteen my father made arrangements for my marriage to a man three times my age whom I did not even know."
"A common occurrence," Adhemar stated flatly.
"I wanted nothing to do with it. Perhaps marrying someone you've never met before is something you could cope with, but not me… not me. I waited for a year as the wedding date came closer, tightening around my neck like a noose. On my seventeenth birthday, I ran. I snuck out after dark and made my way from town to town until I was sure I was too far away for even a hound to find. It was impossible for me to find work, no one would hire a girl my age."
"No, no one needed a girl your size and of your frailty and delicateness. Your noble upbringing made sure that physical labor was something you never had to experience, making you practically useless," he explained hardheartedly.
She nodded, if nothing else glad that he finally believed her.
"Perhaps. But I did learn a trade soon enough. I found that thieving, though wrong in my heart fed me enough to get by. For a year that's how I lived. The morning of the joust, I tried to pickpocket the wrong man. He caught me and I had to run… but you know the rest of that story," she finished resentfully.
She started to rise, but he held her stead fast to his body.
"Why give up so much only to avoid more luxury? This man you almost married must have been wealthy. You'd have been taken care of the rest of your life. Why run?"
She looked at him blankly for a moment.
"I didn't love him," she stated simply.
"Why should that matter?"
"I wouldn't spend the rest of my life with someone I didn't love, no matter how luxurious the benefits," she said emphatically.
He rolled her underneath him.
"How is it that this love is so important to you and yet I have never known it?" he whispered sensually against her ear.
For a moment, Adriana's body thrilled at this assertive, yet un-aggressive action. She reacted without thinking and felt her hips leave the ground to grind against his. Felt her head tilt, offering him her lips. As if she wasn't herself, she wouldn't do those things! Of course she wouldn't-- would she? It was as if she had fallen under a spell.
He was surprised by the sudden change in her movements. Her reactions told him she wanted to be taken-- right now.
"If this is what you call love, I'm better acquainted with it than I thought," he murmured, pressing warm lips to her neck.
Her eyes opened suddenly and she realized what she was doing. Pressing her hands firmly to his chest, she forced him away.
"This isn't love. It's lust, nothing more. And it's powerful enough to make me do things I'd have otherwise never done," she spat harshly.
"All the same, you're not getting up from this spot until I am satisfied," he growled.
"You should not make threats you cannot hold to. One of your servants will come looking for you eventually," she retorted smartly.
"And would you rather have him find me between your thighs-- or fully clothed… as though nothing had happened?" he hissed dangerously.
Adriana's better judgment was impaired by her extreme curiosity and she asked the fatal question.
"How do you expect to accomplish that?"
He reached for her hand and wrapped his own around it, leading it toward the buckle on his breeches.
"No! Don't, I don't want this!" she shouted forcefully.
"Then close your eyes," he muttered softly.
She instinctively did as he said and winced, her eyes shutting tightly. She tried to transport herself to anywhere else, but to no avail. She was still painfully aware of the heat she felt against her hand as he slipped it into his breeches. His hand was the guide for her unwilling grasp. He made her take him firmly and he led her in the act, watching her closed eyes all the while.
They lay there on the grass, Adhemar held up by one powerful arm, the other entwined with hers leading into the opening of his pants. His hips began to thrust against her and there was only the sound of breathing. Occasionally, as he neared climax he would moan deep in his chest. When he was finally satisfied she felt him throb for a moment and then tense in every part of his body. She felt dizzy with dissention of what had just happened when she felt wetness on her hand. Her eyes remained closed, but he rose from her and left her alone on the ground to shiver with the disgust of her own actions…and the humiliation that he had not been the only one who had climaxed in that terrible moment.
*I just know that you all enjoyed the "warmth" in the last chapter. Well, don't fret children there is still much more sexual tension to come! This chapter contains illicitness. Basically it's just foreplay but nothing follows. A forced hj.*
Adriana awoke the next morning with a start. Something had been thrown on top of her. Squinting she looked down to see it was her cloak and a pair of leggings. They were tattered and much too large for her but the fine tailoring immediately told her whom they belonged to.
"Dress…quickly," was all that the too familiarly calm voice ordered.
She listened to him turn and exit the barn, a bit surprised that he did not insist on watching her pull the frayed outfit on.
She had not had much time to ponder where it was that he was taking her. The previous evening had been too fraught with intense emotions to think on it for any length of time. Now it was the major issue that clouded her mind, along with an even darker matter: how long could she keep him from savaging her?
Adhemar watched the young woman slip out of the barn, seemingly unfazed by having to sleep with livestock. Probably a rather common occurrence, he thought bitterly. He had not slept well that night. In point of fact, he had probably slept more fitfully in his quaint room with a bed and a fireplace than she had in a lofty barn with nothing but hay to warm her. It had not just been that he had wanted to feel the softness of her skin rub against his body, or to catch the scent of their combined excitement and the product of their efforts, he had wanted those things… so badly he was almost alarmed by it, but her words had affected him more deeply than he cared to think about. But the worst part about all of it was that he had let her see how much they affected him. He had lost control, something that he despised.
He had chastised himself most of the night, vowing not to do it again. But the mere sight of her brought back every sensation, every fear, every desire he had felt the evening before. He tried to push them away, to escape them by thinking of anything but her, but it was difficult when he couldn't tear his eyes from her hair flowing behind her majestically. From her body, held upright and straight with the posture of poise, her elegant way of moving about. And her eyes… he could not let go of her eyes. They silently challenged him, seeming to say, "Do what you will, but I will not be defeated." Such strength, such pride! How did she do it? She was beggar! Yet to watch her you would think she was a queen!
His grip tightened on the reins of a newly acquired horse. He had struck a bargain with the owner of the inn, paying what knew was far too much for the old farming mare. She hardly compared to the steed he had lost in the joust. He shrugged off the disappointment.
He had a new stallion to saddle.
Although, likening the wild vagrant to a horse was hard even for Adhemar. He quickly mounted and rode towards her, picking her up painfully by the arm without warning. Seating her carelessly in front of him on the horse, arms wrapped around her more tightly than they needed to be, they started toward their destination. He felt her squirm under his touch and probably in discomfort at their closeness, but he ignored it and kept riding in silence.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked quite suddenly.
"Wherever I wish. You're my servant now, and will accompany me wherever I travel," he replied brusquely.
"Your servant?" she scoffed, understanding that she was acting foolishly by doing so.
He was silent for a long moment before he answered, "I thought we discussed this."
"We discussed nothing. You held a knife to my throat and threatened me. I only ask because the services you wish me to provide are a bit off kilter for those of a servant," she snapped back.
"You have a sharp tongue. Perhaps that's why you have such a hard time holding it," he sneered coldly.
Her temper flared. He had cleverly avoided acknowledgement of her accusation. When rationalized, she knew that accusing him of anything was hardly worth her while, he would never listen. It made her angry enough to blurt out her next statement mockingly.
"Would you have Donal perform those tasks, then?"
There was a taut silence, made so by her expectance of a beating or some other abuse. But none came. He managed to keep himself calm and collected, but not easily.
"I have no need or interest for Donal to do my bidding in those… duties. However, if I did, Donal would adhere to my demands quite willingly, I assure you. That's what sets you apart from him."
"I'm no servant," she hissed.
"No, I suppose you're not. A servant obeys willingly. There's another word for your type," Adhemar retorted icily.
"What is it?"
"A slave."
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They traveled for hours, Adriana became painfully uncomfortable from having ridden so long, however Adhemar--who was quite used to riding for days at a time-- went on unsympathetically. She was forced to move about, trying to relieve the taut soreness in her legs and rear, and in doing so pushed against the solidity of Adhemar's chest.
"You sorely tempt me, Adriana," he murmured lowly after a few minutes of her restlessness.
She stopped immediately, trying to slide forward in the saddle and not succeeding. It was only then that she realized with repulsion that she had been pushing against more parts of him than his chest.
"Don't misunderstand, I would never deliberately tempt you. I only move to allay my pain," she spat scornfully.
She tempts me with every passing second whether she does it deliberately or not, Adhemar thought to himself.
Something suddenly occurred to him and he was at a loss to explain why he had not noticed it before.
"It's obvious you've had an education, had you not you could not insult me so eloquently. Where did you get it? Who taught you?" he demanded.
"I was educated in a monastery near London," she muttered shortly.
"How did you afford that?" he riposted almost immediately.
"Why do you take so much interest in a peasant?" she retorted, becoming cross.
Adhemar might have become angry with her petulant tone and evasion of questions, but he was rather amused. It pleased him to see he was cracking her shell, getting her angry. He gave a short chuckle of enjoyment.
"Because I have never met a peasant as hot tempered and disrespectful as you. I only wish to know the origin of this lack of obedience," he mocked callously.
"Let me down, I wish to walk," she growled firmly.
"Tell me and I'll walk. You may have the horse to yourself," he haggled.
"I would rather walk," she replied coldly.
Now his temper and his interest were sparked. He tightened his grip on her body.
"All right, tell me or I'll tie and drag you behind the horse for a bit," he threatened.
She gave a disparaging sigh.
"My parents could have afforded any education they wanted me to have," she murmured cryptically.
"How is that?" he scoffed disbelievingly.
"You think you know so much!" she spat, suddenly irate, "You know nothing of my life and I don't wish you to."
"I wish to know," he argued, as if this simple point should have been enough for her to break down and tell him everything.
"I was as spoiled as you once. All nobility is the same, you act like children. You only care about what pleases you and nothing else matters," she scathed.
"You forget I am a soldier. I spend most of my time overseas fighting for the people of this country. Now tell me I only care about myself," he snapped righteously.
It was her turn to scoff. She turned in the saddle abruptly, her face only inches from his, her eyes burning into him.
"Do you actually love any of those people?" she demanded.
"Why should I tell you? You won't answer one of my questions," he said bitterly, averting his eyes to the road ahead to avoid hers.
"I'll answer any question you can think of if you tell me the answer to that," she proffered.
"I don't bargain with slaves," he sneered.
"You may title me with whatever demeaning name you want, that doesn't mean it applies," she told him somberly.
With that she turned around and sat forward again.
Adhemar was at a loss. He should have been furious, should have wanted to throw her from the horse and beat it out of her, but he didn't. He simply wanted to know. He had never been so intrigued before. She was a total mystery. A mystery that, if left unsolved, was unconquerable.
"No. I suppose I don't. Love is an emotion of weakness, I've always been taught to discount it."
She listened closely to the sound of his voice when he said this. It sounded monotone, forced in fact. As if it were an automatic response. However, she couldn't tell if it was due to the fact that he was irritated at having to submit to her demands, or if he was lying.
"That's very sad. It makes me obliged to pity even a creature such as you."
This statement relit his temper with a vengeance and he halted the horse, dismounting gracefully and yanked her to the ground. He held her by the arm, gripping it painfully and made sure she was looking at him when he spoke.
"I don't need your pity!" he shouted, almost desperate.
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He took a moment to regain control, his shoulders rising and falling visibly, his eyes burning. He reminded her of a wolf, powerful, dangerous, and reticent.
He grabbed her hand in his and pulled her to her feet, leading her away from the small caravan and into one of the numerous thickets beside the road. Adriana had to hold her free arm in front of her face to avoid getting scratched by the thick brambles and skeletal tree limbs.
Finding a small clearing, he tossed her down and top her shock, fell atop her, pinning her to the soft grass. One arm on either side of her body made escape impossible. He stared down at her hungrily, intent on getting what he wanted. She prepared herself for the struggle…
"It's your turn to keep your part of the bargain. Tell me everything I want to know," he growled in his unique rasp.
Adriana relaxed a bit. Was he serious? He wasn't going to ravage her? She searched his gaze for the answers but it told her nothing. He only looked upon her ravenously. Then she understood, he was silently giving her a choice. Share her past with him, or indulge him in carnality.
"My parents were the Duke and Duchess of Wilshire. I was born noble, every bit as you."
Adhemar blinked once at this revelation. A slow smile grew on his lips. He pulled himself off of her and stood over her laughing.
"You really expected me to believe that? Did you think I was that ignorant? A half wit would know you were lying!" he exclaimed.
Adriana got to her feet angrily.
"You didn't even let me continue! There's more to it than that!" she shouted.
This amused him further.
"I apologize if I have vexed m'lady, go right ahead," he mocked cruelly.
Adriana felt her cheeks burn in humiliation and frustration. He didn't believe a word she was saying and probably wouldn't no matter what she did. In her fury at his utter disregard for her, she tumbled him to the ground and sat atop him similarly to what he had done to her a moment before. Alas, she did not have his power and he quickly seized her around the waist. His hands were terribly strong and they bent her forward so that their lips were inches apart.
"Has m'lady changed her mind?" he whispered lecherously.
"I only want you to listen," she replied quietly.
"Then speak," he muttered dismissively.
"I tell you the truth when I say that my parents were nobles. I had the finest education, but my parents never meant for me to use it. They'd have been better off had they never let me learn anything and grow into a dumb, docile cow," she recounted with bitter passion.
"Something I've said all my life about any woman," Adhemar interjected rudely.
She glared him into silence and went on.
"When I was sixteen my father made arrangements for my marriage to a man three times my age whom I did not even know."
"A common occurrence," Adhemar stated flatly.
"I wanted nothing to do with it. Perhaps marrying someone you've never met before is something you could cope with, but not me… not me. I waited for a year as the wedding date came closer, tightening around my neck like a noose. On my seventeenth birthday, I ran. I snuck out after dark and made my way from town to town until I was sure I was too far away for even a hound to find. It was impossible for me to find work, no one would hire a girl my age."
"No, no one needed a girl your size and of your frailty and delicateness. Your noble upbringing made sure that physical labor was something you never had to experience, making you practically useless," he explained hardheartedly.
She nodded, if nothing else glad that he finally believed her.
"Perhaps. But I did learn a trade soon enough. I found that thieving, though wrong in my heart fed me enough to get by. For a year that's how I lived. The morning of the joust, I tried to pickpocket the wrong man. He caught me and I had to run… but you know the rest of that story," she finished resentfully.
She started to rise, but he held her stead fast to his body.
"Why give up so much only to avoid more luxury? This man you almost married must have been wealthy. You'd have been taken care of the rest of your life. Why run?"
She looked at him blankly for a moment.
"I didn't love him," she stated simply.
"Why should that matter?"
"I wouldn't spend the rest of my life with someone I didn't love, no matter how luxurious the benefits," she said emphatically.
He rolled her underneath him.
"How is it that this love is so important to you and yet I have never known it?" he whispered sensually against her ear.
For a moment, Adriana's body thrilled at this assertive, yet un-aggressive action. She reacted without thinking and felt her hips leave the ground to grind against his. Felt her head tilt, offering him her lips. As if she wasn't herself, she wouldn't do those things! Of course she wouldn't-- would she? It was as if she had fallen under a spell.
He was surprised by the sudden change in her movements. Her reactions told him she wanted to be taken-- right now.
"If this is what you call love, I'm better acquainted with it than I thought," he murmured, pressing warm lips to her neck.
Her eyes opened suddenly and she realized what she was doing. Pressing her hands firmly to his chest, she forced him away.
"This isn't love. It's lust, nothing more. And it's powerful enough to make me do things I'd have otherwise never done," she spat harshly.
"All the same, you're not getting up from this spot until I am satisfied," he growled.
"You should not make threats you cannot hold to. One of your servants will come looking for you eventually," she retorted smartly.
"And would you rather have him find me between your thighs-- or fully clothed… as though nothing had happened?" he hissed dangerously.
Adriana's better judgment was impaired by her extreme curiosity and she asked the fatal question.
"How do you expect to accomplish that?"
He reached for her hand and wrapped his own around it, leading it toward the buckle on his breeches.
"No! Don't, I don't want this!" she shouted forcefully.
"Then close your eyes," he muttered softly.
She instinctively did as he said and winced, her eyes shutting tightly. She tried to transport herself to anywhere else, but to no avail. She was still painfully aware of the heat she felt against her hand as he slipped it into his breeches. His hand was the guide for her unwilling grasp. He made her take him firmly and he led her in the act, watching her closed eyes all the while.
They lay there on the grass, Adhemar held up by one powerful arm, the other entwined with hers leading into the opening of his pants. His hips began to thrust against her and there was only the sound of breathing. Occasionally, as he neared climax he would moan deep in his chest. When he was finally satisfied she felt him throb for a moment and then tense in every part of his body. She felt dizzy with dissention of what had just happened when she felt wetness on her hand. Her eyes remained closed, but he rose from her and left her alone on the ground to shiver with the disgust of her own actions…and the humiliation that he had not been the only one who had climaxed in that terrible moment.