Catching one of her black ringlets, Kareni wound it around her finger thoughtfully. Wrapping her other arm beneath bountiful breasts. The dark ebony hue of her shining skin drawing attention to the tops of the globes which nearly spilled from the loose bodice of her dress. “I must admit, I can see why Orin was fascinated with you, perhaps not why obsessed…But interested…”
“I don’t want Orin, Kareni.”
“You were his lover.”
I sneered at the word. Couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I wasn’t his lover. I was his prisoner.”
“You are all he speaks of.”
“That is not my doing.”
“You are all he desires. He can no longer attain his passions with me. He must have skinnier girls with pale flesh.” She purred. “Ones that he can imagine are you.”
“Again. Not my doing.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice
