Looking for something?

It was almost nighttime when Jamal spotted a moving figure along the rail of the ship while he was discussing with his shipmaster. He didn't give it much thought until he noticed the dark pony hair shaking itself as the figure moved. He would recognize that hair anywhere. Knowing that Roksolana had somehow cut herself loose and was trying to escape made Jamal angry. He handed over the piece of paper in his hand to the man beside him and ran as fast as he could over to the woman who was responsible for his pains.

Roksolana moved as stealthily as she could. She had woken up to an empty room and was bonded. She had deemed herself lucky when she saw her knife with a bloodstain on it a few feet away from her. With little effort, she had cut herself free, pocketed the knife, and dashed out from the room. She had been disappointed to find herself on a moving ship, which she knew nothing about the location it was headed to.

As she moved quietly along the rails, she prayed no one would look for her just yet. If she was lucky enough, she could find a quiet hiding place on the ship, where she could stay until she knew how to get out of her predicament.

"Looking for something?"

Roksolana was startled by the voice that spoke out of nowhere. Turning back, she came face to face with her worst nightmare. Without thinking, she launched herself at him. She saw him smile as if he had anticipated her move. She was surprised when he picked her up and turned back to where she had just run out from.

Jamal eyed the rope that was now in several pieces and sighed. He dropped the bundle on his shoulder to his bed and stood protectively in front of her. If he was to go by experience, he would say she would try to run. As soon as the thought played through his mind, he felt something hot on his cheek and looked in the direction it came from.

Roksolana was getting ready to throw the second punch when Jamal held her hands firmly. She didn't fail to notice the bandage on his left arm, so she knew her knife had hit him when she collapsed. That made her feel happy for a moment, but it didn't last as she felt herself losing balance. She landed on the bed, with the man she wanted to kill holding her two hands firmly above her head.

Jamal realized that in pushing the woman down to the bed, he had followed suit with the fall also. The wound he had obtained by his side hurt badly, but he held her hands firmly. He didn't fail to notice how his body responded to hers in the position they were. Her breath fanned his face softly and he felt arousal for her.

"Get off me, you killer," Roksolana screamed at him.

"I can't. You keep trying to kill me." He answered back.

"You deserve it. You killed my entire family. I'm going to succeed in killing you, you murderer." She screamed again.

Jamal widened his eyes as the woman under him kept wiggling her body, trying to free herself from his hold. His entire body screamed to just touch her, to get a taste of her lips. It didn't help matters that no matter how he tried to hold her still, she wouldn't obey. About five minutes later, his manhood was fully aroused and his body was on fire for her.

I have to touch her. Jamal thought to himself.

Devising the perfect means of doing as his body desired, he spoke up.

"I have to search you for other weapons that might be hidden in your body."

"Why? Are you that afraid of a mere woman as you put it?" Roksolana asked, lacing the word mere with disdain.

Jamal didn't bother to reply. Using his right hand, he started from her shoes, retrieving two pocket knives. Slowly, he moved his hand to her thigh, but couldn't find anything. The hands traveled behind her, patting her buttocks gently. He resisted the urge to squeeze the backside when he couldn't find anything there. He let his hand go further up to her waist, where he got another pocket knife.

By the time he got to her breasts, he noticed Roksolana had gone as still as a doll. His body was already on fire too, and it was taking all his efforts not to just pull down her trousers and have his way with her. He looked at her face and that was the mistake he made. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were closed. She was biting her lips as if she hated herself and whatever she was thinking about.

Without thinking about the consequences of his actions, Jamal lowered his lips and kissed the woman under him. At first, he didn't get any response. But as he pushed his tongues into her mouth, she opened up. Jamal took the advantage and sucked her lips as if his life depended on it.

He let his hand squeeze her breast gently, then he applied a little bit of force. He heard her make a sweet pleasing sound into his mouth and he swallowed it up. He released her hands and pushed her to himself with her hand while caressing her breast.

What was happening? Why was the man's body affecting her so much? Why does it feel like she needs more from him? What kind of strange feeling was she experiencing from the man's touch? A small sound escaped her mouth when his hand touched her breast before she could stop it. She should be hating the man right now.

Jamal was jolted back to reality when she remembered that the man on top of her had claimed the lives of all the people who were important to her. It was at that moment she realized that her hands were finally free. She felt for the tiny head pin on her head and took it out. She hit him in his thigh with the pin without hesitation.

Jamal scurried away from the woman who had been responding to his pleasures just moments ago. He realized he had just sustained another injury from her. Rather than get angry, he smiled slightly. He rushed to her and took the pin away from her, pocketing it before speaking.

"Are you so bent on killing me?" He asked her.

"Yes."

"What's your name?" Jamal asked.

"Your death," Roksolana replied, hissing.

Jamal turned away from her and walked to the door. Before he could move out, her voice stopped him.

"Where are you going to?"

"Missing me already?" He asked, just to annoy her. Her hiss was the only answer he got. He decided to answer her. "Unless you don't mind losing your virginity this night, I can stay. But if you don't want to lose it, I need to go and sleep in my second in command's room."

With that, he exited the room and locked her in with a key. He turned to find Sodeeq looking from him to the locked door with curiosity.

"What?" He asked.

"I hope you know you are courting death. But, if you want her, just put her in your harem." The other man advised.

Why hadn't he thought about that? It was a perfect solution to his problem. No one in his harem can ever hide their bodies from him, knowing that he owns every inch of it. But for now, he'll stay away from her. At least until his injuries hurt less than they do right now.

And that was what he did. He stayed away from her for three days despite the tortures. So many times, he felt like breaking his own rules and visiting her. But he never broke his rules once, and he wasn't about to begin because of a lady whose lips tasted like honey. He grunted as his body began to react to mere thoughts of her. His body had stayed like a rock for the two days he was away from her. His only consolations were the fact that they were just two days away from his sultanate. But for now, he was contented to leave her care to Sodeeq's capable hands. He was sure the other man would take care of her, knowing that he liked her.