A/N: Hello everyone! Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend. So now that I'm finished with classes, I can upload more chapters for this story and Wildest Dreams and maybe even White Mask. I wanted to upload this chapter early, but I got caught up with stuff and currently fighting a sore throat (it sucks) so I ended up sleeping instead of typing this story. Anyway, I managed to finish this chapter after redoing it three times and I hope you enjoy the chapter. It gets a little M rated.

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Chapter 20: Rage to Lust

After he walked away, he knew he hurt her. A part of him want to go back and tell her he was sorry, but a part of him told him he did the right thing. She put them in danger and needed to learn she can't disobey orders. However, he has to remember that she isn't his men and that the way he treats his men is different than he treats a woman. And he always treats his women good. However, she wasn't his woman. But if she was his, she'd be over your knee an- He shook his head, trying to get that image out of his head.

"She is not yours, she is not yours, she is not yours…" He kept repeating.

"Who isn't yours?" He turned to see Seten approaching him. "Did I startle you?" He asked Erik.

"No, I was just…thinking." He sighed. "Are the men settled?" He asked Seten who nodded.

"Yes they are. They are very happy to have a long rest and comfortable night too." He answered. "Where is the lass?" Seten asked.

"The river."

"Unsupervised?"

"I doubt she'll try and swim across the river and leave her nephew."

"I don't know Erik; she is a determined lass. She's tried before and I'm sure she'll try again." Erik knew Seten was right. He knew that Christine would try and escape again, it was just a matter of when.

"She won't today though."

"How do you know?" Seten asked him, unsure how Erik knew that.

"I just know." He answered. Though it didn't satisfy Seten, he knew not to push Erik for the answer he wanted. Looking back towards the river where he last left Christine, he remembered how he left her. "I'll be back." He said as he turned towards the river. Seten just watched him walk back towards the river, noticing something different with his partner.

As he headed back towards the river, he thought of what he was going to say. Yes, he owed her an apology for his actions. However, he wasn't used to saying he was sorry. Rarely did he apology, especially to someone who was English. She'd be the first English person he would ever apologize to. Sighing, he looked down at the ground as he came up to the river. He could hear movement and knew it was her.

"I came here to sa-" His voice made her jump, startling her. His sentence was cut off when she turned around to face him, not realizing what her action would do. Those blue orbits traveled down her body. Forgetting her attire, she glanced down at herself and realized why he had stopped. Her dress was currently on the ground, leaving her only in her chemise. The very wet, very thin, very transparent, very revealing chemise was molded to her body, showing every curve of her body. She might as well be naked. His eyes moved up to her chest, seeing the hard nipples either from the cold water or his stare. Her arms moved to try and cover herself, but his hands stopped her. "Don't..." He released her wrists. "God, please don't." His voice was dark, sending a hot wave through her body to pool between her legs. Her nipples harden more under his gaze, making a groan almost leave his mouth. It took every ounce of control not to reach out and touch her. His eyes moved up to meet with hers, causing the air around them to chance. She saw something in them that she never had seen before. Lust? Desire? Want? She's had men want her before, but this was different. This wasn't what she was used to back in England, this was wild and dangerous. For a moment, she was scared.

However, her fear faded by the gentle touch on her cheek. His hand cupped her cheek gently and she thought he was going to kiss her. Did she want him to kiss her? Yes…yes she did want him to kiss her. She looked up at him, waiting to see what he would do. Her tongue bit her lip, making him more tempted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her, take her perfect hard nipple in his mouth and make her moan, letting his hands feel her body…God, he wanted her. At this moment, his body didn't care if she was English at all. His body didn't care if she was Gustave's daughter, the princess of England. He wanted to make her moan and scream his name as he made her his. Yes, he wanted that…he wanted her.

Things have changed between them now. Anyone think Erik will be able to stay away from her?

Reviews are welcome