a brutal tempestuous possession that had nothing of love in it.
‘Is this what you want, Ashley?’ he demanded, against her mouth, almost suffocating her with the burning heat of his breath. ‘Do you want to be treated the way my father’s ancestors treated their women? Without honour or respect?’ Yet, in spite of his anger, she sensed the desperation in his voice and the hungry passion beneath his cruel strength.
‘Is that what you want, Alain?’ she asked, turning his words back on him, as his teeth fastened on the tender lobe of her ear, and he bit it viciously. She winced, but she did not draw away, as she added unevenly: ‘Do you enjoy inflicting pain?’
‘Yes,’ he told her, in a raw anguished tone, and then again: ‘No! Damn you, no!’ as her hands turned his face to hers, and she put her mouth next to his. His lips parted almost involuntarily, and her mouth opened to accommodate his. She welcomed his intimate invasion, the sensuous brush of passion, that was so much more devastating than brute force. With a little moan of pleasure, that was by no means contrived, she moulded herself against him, and his hands probed beneath the smock to find the smooth skin of her back.
It was strange how time rolled back under the hungry pressure of his lips. Without her being aware of it, her response changed from the controlled reaction to a planned set of circumstances, to an eager and willing consummation of his possession. She pressed herself against him, uncaring when her fingernails raked the hair at the nape of his neck.
‘Ashley!’ Alain’s strangled voice came to her as if from a distance, and at first she didn’t want to pay any attention to it. But when he dragged his mouth from hers and lifted his head, she was forced to acknowledge that the situation was rapidly slipping from her grasp. With a little shiver she lowered her toes to the floor, and forced herself to look up at him questioningly as he strove for his own sanity. ‘Ashley—for God’s sake—–’
‘You wanted to touch me,’ she said simply, and his hands dropped abruptly to his sides.
‘You are a madness—and a temptation,’ he retorted, in a shaken tone. ‘Are you wearing anything under—under that outfit?’
‘Not much,’ she conceded huskily, realising she had little time left to make any headway. ‘Do you want to see?’
‘No!’ Alain turned aside from her, combing somewhat unsteady fingers through his thick dark hair. ‘I have to go. There—are things I have to do.’
‘Will I see you again?’ she enquired softly, and he gave her a brooding stare.
‘It is unlikely. I intend to return to Khadesh at the end of the week.’ He paused. ‘I shall be taking Hussein with me.’
It was a bitter blow, but not unexpected. Nevertheless, she still had one more card to play, a card which had only just occurred to her.
‘And—his education?’ she asked. ‘What about that?’
‘I will make other arrangements,’ declared Alain curtly, rapidly recovering his composure. ‘That need not concern you—–’
‘Oh, but it does,’ she contradicted him softly. ‘You see, I think he might benefit from private tuition.’
‘Private tuition?’ Alain frowned. ‘Well—perhaps.’
‘And I can supply it,’ inserted Ashley quietly.
‘What!’ Alain was incredulous at first, and then he gave a harsh laugh. ‘You are not serious!’
‘Oh, but I am.’ Ashley held up her head. ‘And unless you want me to create a great deal of unpleasantness, you should agree with me.’
Alain stared at her. ‘Are you threatening me, Ashley?’
Ashley’s skin prickled at the sudden malevolence of his gaze. Only rarely did Alain assume the arrogant hawklike countenance of his father’s forebears, those wild and lawless Arab tribesmen who for centuries had lived like lords in their desert kingdom. But right now he possessed all their savage ruthlessness and hauteur, and she faltered for a moment on the brink of submission.
But then the realisation of what she was fighting for strengthened her will, and facing him bravely she said: ‘And if I am?’
Alain speared her with his scorching glare. ‘And how do you propose to create this unpleasantness?’
Ashley’s lips parted. ‘I—I—–’ she faltered again, and then, as his lips curled contemptuously, she burst out: ‘The—the authorities. I could go to the authorities. I could tell them how you intimidated me, how you made me hand my baby over to you—–’
‘You would not do such a thing!’ Alain menaced her, but she held her ground.
‘I would. Yes, I would.’ She fought free of his mesmerising stare. ‘And they’d listen to me, too—you know they would. You could face court proceedings, particularly if I said you threatened me—–’
‘Be silent!’ Alain was furious. ‘You must be crazy if you imagine I’ll let you blackmail me!’
Ashley backed away from him. ‘Not crazy, just desperate,’ she spat at him resentfully. ‘And don’t think that’s all. There are other ways.’
‘I am sure there are.’ Alain’s eyes were dark and brooding now, their blueness overlaid by a film of frustration. ‘Nevertheless, you are insane if you think I will permit you to teach the boy. If that were so, what point would there be in my taking him away from the school?’
‘Private tutoring is different,’ Ashley declared, touching her bruised lips with a nervous finger. ‘And—and you would be there to—to watch your—investment.’
Alain shook his head. ‘And for this—privilege, you will promise—what?’
‘Not to tell him who I am.’
‘And why should I believe you?’
‘Because I don’t tell lies,’ retorted Ashley forcefully. ‘I don’t. I never have—–’
‘Enough of that!’ Alain paced the floor in evident impatience. ‘And how can I be sure that once you have achieved this objective, you will not demand others?’
‘What others?’
‘Do not be naïve,’ he snapped. ‘You think to insinuate your way into his life by one means or another.’
Ashley licked her lips. ‘And are you going to let me?’
‘My father would never permit you to enter the palace.’
‘Your father need not know who I am. He’s never seen me.’ She paused. ‘Only you—and—and Hassan ever—–’
‘Enough!’ rasped Alain again, stopping his pacing to stare at her once more. ‘And if I still refuse?’
Ashley shrugged. ‘I—I’ll get to Andrew, somehow. And I’ll tell him everything. Everything!’
‘Knowing he would never forgive you for it?’ mocked Alain coldly.
