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.So far, he'd refused to admit that he felt anything for the prince.Refused to think that he might have meant something to him as well.They'd only been together for a few weeks, and most of that time had been spent exploring each other's bodies.But there were also those occasional moments of silence, of softly spoken questions about how they'd each grown up.Shaking his head, Micah moved away from the window.It had been a month.A month had gone by, and Ari hadn't touched him, had barely looked at him.And while Dhea had been more than happy to fulfill Micah's sexual needs, they couldn't possibly have the same conversations that Micah shared with Ari.It was driving Micah mad, especially since the other princes kept trying to lure him into their beds.The hardest blow had come when Zekim had mentioned that Ari might soon be betrothed to a female noble, so it was high time for Micah to find another bed to warm.Micah silently fumed to himself.In his opinion, anger was better than curling into a little ball and crying.He suddenly, desperately wanted his freedom, and he'd take it.The gap between him and Ari had proven that he'd been right in telling himself not to fall for the prince, even if he did regret having to leave both Ari and Dhea.Shaking his head, Micah hardened his resolve; it was time to leave.Luckily, the guards had stopped following him a while ago, so it was easy for him to slip from the palace, melting into the shadows that littered the grounds and follow the path of the wind as it guided him around watchmen who'd been positioned strategically for best coverage and protection.At the border, Micah paused, a silent war raging in his brain.Which way would he go? Should he really leave? Finally, deciding there was only one way he could go, Micah stepped over the boundary.When nothing happened, he gave a rueful smile and strode away from the palace.He'd taken his freedom.His thoughts went to his mother.If she lived in the same house as before, he could visit her.But as he quickened his pace, something collided sharply with the back of his head.All he heard before the world went black was a high-pitched cackle.Darkness.It was the first thing he registered, followed quickly by the dull throb of pain at the base of his skull.Trying not to make a sound or move, Micah attempted to open his eyes, and felt them shift against some kind of soft fabric.It was odd that whoever had kidnapped him had given him something so pleasant, but he decided to dwell on that later.Straining his ears, Micah found that he couldn't hear anything, even the softest breeze.Micah sighed in regret and changed position, hoping his movement would garner him some attention.At first, there was no reaction, but then the sound of something moving quickly through the air made him freeze.A sharp cry left Micah as he felt a whip bite into his back."He's awake." The voice was soft, timid."I can see that."Micah stiffened.He recognized that voice.It had haunted his nightmares since he and his mother had been cast out and reduced to life in poverty.It was the noblewoman he'd taken the jewels from.He could barely remember her name.Strange since he'd hunted her down once he'd had the proper skill to take revenge, but her voice was something he would never forget."Found your jewels yet?" Micah knew it was stupid to taunt the woman, but he could always blame the pain he was already in.Another sharp crack filled the air just before he screamed.Fire licked up from where the whip had hit.It was so painful, and Micah vaguely wondered how it could be pleasurable to Dhea, but thoughts of the princes wouldn't do him any good now.They could only bring him more pain."I'll take that as a 'no'," Micah gasped out, tensing as he heard the whip slicing the air.This time, he managed to strangle the cry before it left his throat, though it was painful in its own way."You are stupid, aren't you," the noblewoman stated.Micah gasped, brain scrambling to stop the words that were already leaving his lips."Not as stupid as you if you think something this gentle will get me to spill where they are."Another crack resounded, and Micah hissed as the whip curled around his shoulder, branding a strip of fire from his right nipple to just above his right shoulder blade.It hurt like nothing before, but Micah wouldn't cave."I've had stronger men break at my feet.You will be so much easier," she hissed next to his ear, just as her sharp fingernails dug into the wound on his collar.Micah yelped, trying to move away, but his hands were bound above his head, legs fastened to the floor.He was trapped, completely naked, too, as he felt the woman shift behind him, her skirt brushing against the back of his legs."I wonder, will your prince want you back once he's seen what we'll do to you?"Micah stiffened, too late realizing he'd given away his secret.Cringing at her high-pitched laugh, Micah steeled himself, but he wasn't prepared for the soft brush of fabric to be replaced by a warm, naked, aroused male body that pressed into his back."Just as the game says, filth, the one who catches the prey can do whatever they want with it.""Wha—" Micah's question turned into a scream when he was invaded.It was dry and so very painful, but the cock driving into him wouldn't stop.Micah whimpered as he felt the man behind him still, breathing deeply as Micah tried to adjust to the cock filling him, but he wasn't given much time to spare.Soon after, Micah was crying, the hot burn of tears scalding his cheeks as the man forcefully took him.His mind dipped in and out of blackness, but it never seemed to stay there for long, no matter how much Micah begged for it to swallow him whole.Finally, after what felt like a minor eternity, the man grunted, jabbing as far into Micah as he could go, and released himself.Micah had only ever allowed Ari to do that.Not even Zekim, who'd propositioned Micah with jewels, and gold, and fine delicacies, had managed to lure Micah into his bed.But this man, this faceless stranger who could be anyone, had taken away the one thing Micah had thought was just between him and Ari.And then the memory of tinkling laughter, of Ari smiling fondly, penetrated the haze covering Micah's mind, and he crumpled, legs unable to support him anymore."Ready to tell me where they are?" the noblewoman whispered low in his ear, hand resting on his hip, nails digging deeply into the flesh.It didn't distract him from the cock still buried inside him
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