NOT WORTHY TO BE KING: FEARLESS WARRIOR

47| IT WAS JUST A DREAM

Tiara's senses were electrified by the touch of Logan's hand as it caressed her arm, sending shivers coursing through her. His fingers traced a tantalizing path from her arm up to her shoulder.

"Logan, we shouldn't..." Her protest began, but it was abruptly silenced when Logan's firm grip gently enclosed her throat. Though it wasn't a chokehold, the grip was potent enough to hold her in place.

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do," Logan growled, his eyes filled with a fiery intensity. "Your body belongs to me."

A mixture of surprise and desire surged within Tiara. This display of dominance should have made her body freeze, but instead, it sent a wave of heat surging through her. Logan seemed to sense her arousal, and he pressed her against the wall of their dimly lit room, his hardness unmistakable against her stomach. Tiara's mouth opened to object, but he silenced her with a passionate, rough kiss.

Even though Logan had been rough with her before, this new side was something she hadn't experienced before and she didn't know if she liked it but her body sure did.

She wanted to tell him that Gail was just a few doors away from their room and that their room wasn't soundproofed like the one they had back in Mercia but then his touch was very demanding and Tiara knew that she wouldn't be able to stop him from doing what he planned to do with her so she just let him continue. All she had to do was try to suppress her screams later.

Tiara's hands moved down, longing to explore him further, but Logan caught her wrists before she could venture too far. He pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"I never said you could do that," he teased. With a swift motion, he raised her arms above her head and urged her to grasp the antique dresser beside them. "Now, I don't have any restraints, so you'll have to keep your hands here. Don't move, or I might have to discipline you."

The mere thought of his hand on her skin made Tiara shiver with excitement. She wondered how it would feel if Logan spanked her. The thought shocked her because again, she's never been that type of woman who enjoyed pain during s*x.

"Ah, you're curious, aren't you?" Logan whispered, nibbling at her earlobe. "Perhaps another time. Right now, I want to taste you." He sensually traced a path down her body, gradually descending to his knees in front of her.

Tiara couldn't hold back a gasp as Logan's eyes, glittering like emeralds, met hers. His tongue and lips worked their magic with a raw, unbridled hunger, leaving her writhing in pleasure.

"Logan!" she cried out, gripping the dresser's edges tightly as her orgasm overtook her. But Logan didn't relent; instead, his wicked tongue coaxed another climax from her.

"Please," she moaned, her hands instinctively reaching for Logan's shoulders. "I can't..."

She was spun around to face their bedroom mirror, her naked body pressed against the cool glass. Logan's voice was stern as he reminded her of his earlier instruction.

"Remember what I said," he scolded. "Keep your hands above you, Tiara."

He went to his knees again, leaving a trail of tiny kisses all over her body until he found her nether lips again. Tiara didn't even think that was possible but all Logan had to do was bend her a little and he had full access.

"You asked for it, didn't you?" Logan's voice oozed temptation, making her knees weak. She clung to the mirror, preventing herself from collapsing to the floor. Tiara didn't think this was the punishment he was talking about. He was going to make her come until she even forgot who she was. He slowly rose and looked at her.

"Now, keep those hands in place," he commanded, his chest pressing against her back. His hard, throbbing desire brushed against her, and one of his hands snaked down between her legs. Tiara's thighs parted involuntarily.

"You're so wet and ready for me," Logan murmured, his finger teasing her slick folds. His thumb found her clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her. "You want me, Tiara. You want me to make you come over and over again with my c**k inside you."

"L-Lo-Logan," Tiara stammered, her voice trembling with desire and desperation. She surrendered to the irresistible pull of passion, her world reduced to the sensations surging through her body, each touch, each kiss, igniting an uncontrollable fire.

Suddenly, a soft voice cut through the haze, calling her name, "Tiara?"

Arianna's voice grew louder, pulling Tiara away from the intense fantasy that had ensnared her. As the dreamworld dissolved, Tiara's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself lying on the ground where she and Arianna were held captive. Arianna was standing beside her, concern etched across her face.

"Tiara, are you okay? You were tossing and turning in your sleep," Arianna said, her voice filled with genuine worry but it also held amusement.

Tiara's breath was still heavy, and her heart raced from the vivid dream she had just experienced. It took a moment for her to fully grasp her surroundings and realize that Logan, her husband, wasn't there. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to collect herself.

"I'm... I'm fine," Tiara stammered, her voice shaky. "It was just a dream."

"You were having s*x in your dream?"

Tiara's face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as Arianna's teasing words hit her like a bucket of ice water. She struggled to sit up, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"Well, it wasn't exactly about s*x," Tiara mumbled, feeling utterly mortified. "It was... um, never mind. It was just a dream, that's all."

Arianna chuckled softly, clearly enjoying Tiara's embarrassment. "Oh, come on, Tiara. You can't just leave it at that. Spill the details. Was it Logan in your dream?"

Tiara hesitated, torn between her desire to share and her lingering embarrassment. Arianna was her only cousin, and even though they'd met not long ago, they had shared a few little secrets, but this dream felt different, more intimate. Still, Arianna's persistent curiosity got the best of her.

"Yes, it was Logan," Tiara admitted in a hushed voice. "But it was... different, Arianna. He was so... dominant, and I've never dreamed anything like that before." Nor have I done something like that with Logan. She added softly to herself.

Arianna's eyes widened in mock astonishment. "Dominant, you say? Well, well, someone's been reading some spicy romance novels."

Tiara rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "I promise you, I haven't been reading anything like that. It was just a weird dream."

Arianna playfully nudged Tiara's shoulder. "Dreams can be quite revealing, you know. Maybe it's time you and Logan explored some new territory in your relationship."

Tiara blushed even deeper if that was possible. "Arianna, you're impossible. Can we please change the subject?" She couldn't help but wonder if it would be so bad to try what she just dreamed about with Logan.

Arianna laughed and relented, helping Tiara to her feet. "Fine, fine. We've got bigger things to worry about than your dreams right now. We need to find a way out of here and figure out what's going on."

Tiara hadn't forgotten that, unfortunately. But now she couldn't help but notice that her cousin seemed to be better. "You are better." She had meant for that to come out as a question, not a statement.

"I don't know how exactly, but I just woke up feeling better today." She touched her belly and smiled. "My boy is also quiet today."

"Is he okay?" Tiara hoped that the baby wasn't quiet because something happened to him. Arianna looked at her like she had just asked her to kill the baby.

"I'm his mother, I would know if something happened." Tiara didn't mean to offend her but then her cousin had been off for quite some time.

"I'm sorry. It's just that he's been very wild since we came here, I thought maybe he..." She didn't continue but she also knew that Arianna understood what she was trying to say.

"I know and I'm sorry for overreacting. He was kicking when I woke up but he's been quiet for some time now."

Tiara nodded, relieved that Arianna wasn't upset with her. "It's okay, Arianna. I'm just worried about both of you. This place is strange, and we don't know who these people are or what they want from us."

Arianna placed a reassuring hand on Tiara's shoulder. "I understand, Tiara. I'm scared too, especially with my baby on the way. But I believe in us, and I believe we'll find a way out of here."

Tiara smiled warmly. "Our babies deserve a safe and loving environment. Once we get out of here, what do you want to do?"

Arianna's eyes lit up with a mix of determination and hope. "Tiara, when we're free, I want to marry Clayton. I want to give our child a stable and happy home, surrounded by love and care. It's all I've ever wanted."

Tiara felt a surge of happiness for her cousin. "Arianna," she began, her voice filled with sincerity, "I promise that once we're out of here, I'll do everything in my power to help you and Clayton create a wonderful life for your child. We'll make sure they grow up in a safe and nurturing environment."

Arianna's eyes glistened with gratitude, and she gave Tiara's hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Tiara. Your support means the world to me. And I know Clayton will be overjoyed when we're finally reunited."

Tiara nodded, her determination resolute. "We'll find a way out of here, Arianna. And when we do, we'll make your dream of a loving family a reality."

Tiara also hoped that she would be reunited with Logan and that their baby would have a loving and happy family. She wasn't naive to think that her little boy would be safe because he is of royal blood but she also knew that she was going to do anything possible to make his life as normal as it can.

She was born and raised in the palace, as a princess, her parents did everything they could to give her a happy life. She wanted that for her kids as well. She wanted them to be safe, happy and carefree just like she had been. She knew Logan wanted that as well even though he'd never said anything.

As Tiara sat there, deep in thought about her future and the safety and happiness of her unborn child, she couldn't help but wonder about Logan. She missed him terribly, which might be why she was even dreaming about them having s*x and the uncertainty of their situation gnawed at her. She knew she had to stay strong not only for herself but also for the child growing inside her.

She also looked at Arianna. If she was right, they'd been in that hellhole for four days and that meant time was running out for her. The doctor didn't give them the exact date for her delivery and Tiara knew that two weeks could very well mean five days or fifteen days. She hoped it was the latter because if it was the former, Logan and Clayton had to find them before the end of the day.

What worried her the most was that Arianna was not doing well the past few days and today, all of a sudden she is doing great and her baby is not bothering her again. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that perhaps their captors were up to something.

What if they put something in the food that they gave them yesterday? Tiara knew they could do that since they had the guts to kidnap two pregnant women. What could stop them from killing their unborn babies?