FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Nine
"Most of my Mistresses did not want me to wear clothes."
She knew why, too. He was tall, muscular, beautiful, and always ready to perform. In a way, she appreciated the idea of a gorgeous naked man at her beck and call, but in another, she felt sad about his circumstances. Maybe he deserved Bast's punishment, but three thousand years of sex slavery? What crime could a man commit that deserved three millennia of retribution?
"You didn't rape anyone, did you?"
"No."
Relief swept through Kira. Other than murder, rape was the worst crime against a woman she could think of … wait a minute. Murder? Her throat dried. "Did you kill someone?"
"No." He turned toward her. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me than ask all these questions?"
