Free Bliss by Renee Field Page A

fertilize those eggs. In truth he’d always felt as if he had cheated her.
    A moan from Kassandra caused his heart t o race and his thoughts to erotically scatter to what he’d really like to be doing with her.
    In front of him , lying naked with every glorious speck of her body on display, was the woman who had been giving him a raging hard-on for the past twelve hours. She was on her back as a freshling , who had to be one of Saad’s many servants, administered a scented oil all over her body.
    An oil he was all too familiar with. The a’lamash was an ancient aphrodisiac made from the seaweed that grew deep within cold the Atlantic Ocean. His nostrils flared as he caught the sweet scent of the oil and watched its effects on Kassandra. He could smell her warm, salty essence as it started to wet her opening, arousing all of her sensitive erogenous zones. Her arousal beckoned to him like a warm tide. A shiver ran through his body while his rock hard erection throbbed even more.
    What by Hades is she doing? When the freshling went to massage the oil all over her back, from the small dip of her backside, to her round plumb ass to the top of her neck, the Titan within him lashed out, claiming what was his.
    “Get out,” he barked, moving so fast across the room that the young Titan didn’t stand a chance. In one fluid movement, he dangled the servant by his arm while dragging him out the door. Darius knew by the crunching sound he’d broken the freshling’s wrist but Saad’s servant could count himself lucky he hadn’t been smashed to smithereens.
    Shutting the door he locked it again and then turned his attention to Kassandra.
    * * * * *
    “What are you doing?” she asked, disoriented as she attempted to grab the discarded sheet lying on the floor.
    Kassandra’s eyes widened. He moved toward her like a wild beast. A twinge of fear spiraled through her entire body. There was something fierce and untamed about him as he advanced. She tried again to grab the sheet but before her fingers could make contact with it, he yanked it out of her grasp.
    “You won’t be needing that,” he growled, pouring some of the sweet scented oil from the vial into the palms of his hand.
    She tensed. Her body ready to fight and flee. When his fingers gently took her foot in his hand she knew she was going to pay for taunting him.
    He was treating her like a child and that made her even angrier. Barely speaking to her on the long drive, avoiding answering her questions like the plague. Ignorance was not bliss.
    The last straw was being locked in a room. She had had to fight not to give into a full-fledged tantrum and refrain from stomping her feet. She was an educated woman caught up in a weird situation. That was it, she told herself.
    So, when help came knocking at her door, she didn’t hesitate to accept the gift. She ’d simply lied, claiming she’d accidentally locked herself in the bedroom. She could hardly believe it when the other person had immediately opened the door, and she was astonished to find another equally handsome person at that. Didn’t Saad employee at least one ugly human being?
    He had introduced himself as a member of Saad’s staff. His name had long ago left her memory. But she remembered he had long, black hair that flowed down his back, and while he wasn’t nearly as tall as Darius he was still imposing. Blue eyes framed an intense face. His offer of a massage for her neck cramp was her ticket. On a whim, she had vowed to get her revenge on Darius. His, was she? She’d show him.
    But, somewhere in the scheme of her plan something had gone wrong. The scented oil seemed to dull her brain functions. Besides, she hadn’t quite expected Darius to become this enraged, and instead of worrying about her safety, all she could think about was how amazing his body would feel deep within her. And that wasn’t good. Not good at all. Kassandra closed her eyes in pleasure as his hand moved up from her foot to her