The Dark Magoi Rose

Chapter 10

I sat in my room in silence.

My back was against the wall, and my room was an outright mess. I did not intend to lose my temper like that, in front of everyone -- I wanted to kill Sinbad, as to 44 wasn't ready to speak with others, not while the death of my brethren were still on my mind.

The knocking was still there, but then the door had opened, and it was Marco. He was dressed in more casual clothing, a crisp white blouse lazily tied in a knot, and black trousers. His hair was tied in a high bun and his hands held a plate. He closed the door shut and sat by the wall next to me.

"Your servants are still jittery from this afternoon, so I was tasked to bring a peace offering to the Dragon Lady." I glared over at Marco, who was smiling his sweet and handsome smile, before taking one sambusa and munching on it. earning a snicker from Marco.

The hot treat juggled around my mouth, before Marco had provided a cup of water. I quickly drunk it down and tilted my head back against the wall.

"You're not here to scheme a reason as to why I attacked Sinbad earlier, are you?" Marco was watching her while taking a small bite from his Sambusa.

"You told me to stay out of your way, " Marco explained. "If you are to be my queen, as murderous as you can be, I'd like to keep my pride and my balls with me."

I grinned. Marco was a smart man, and a dangerous one. Maybe that is why I saved him. He had found a way to get to me, and he used it to spare his life. His charm was his weapon, and he uses it very well. That's something Sinbad needed to learn from him.

"Why did you take my father's offer?" I asked. "Knowing you have all of those beautiful women at your disposal back home."

"If I were to tell you that when you first dropped from the ceiling in your dramatic crimson robe and dark blade strapped to your wrist, with your intoxicating blood red eyes and gorgeous skin; that I was taken away by the darkness you've covered yourself with, and I wanted you to stay with me. I wanted you to dance with me at the Borgia Ball in your tight black dress, and kiss those beautiful lips that hid behind the sheer veil." I turned my head towards Marco and felt him brush his hands against my cheek, letting him touch me.

"I dreamed of you each and every time I hear news of Dracul. You were to lay on my lap as we listen to music played in the foyer. " He explained. I don't know why, but I lowered my head on head on to his lap while he ran his finger through my hair. " Or a time when we would wander the massive yard, and watch the clouds grow into orange and purples."

I grinned to myself: This was a life I would enjoy. A peaceful life with Marco.

"Will Nala be with me?" I ask.

"If you wish it, my beloved." He responded. I sat up and turned to Marco, not sure what was controlling me: But I had kissed him. My hands plucking the ribbon from hair and watching his hair fall from his styling. I closed my eyes as he kissed my neck and pulled my hair back.I sat on his lap and felt his arms hold me tighter. His lips would meet mine again and his hands plucked away my jacket, and kissed my shoulders. Marco held on to my legs as he managed to get up from his position, and walk with me to the bed, I locked my legs around his hips, before kissing his neck and allowing his hands to rub up and down my body.

I wanted him to know that I was his, and he is mine.

Marco had pinned my arms down -- and stopped what he was doing. I knew the look on his face, and I was saddened by it.

I wanted to make love to him, but we were not husband and wife.

The temptation that was running up and down my mind was driving me insane. My body was like sand from the deserts. I wanted this man with me. Beside me. within me . I needed his touch and his lips, but Marco had climbed off the bed and paced the room.