Captive Prince: Volume One

Keep the slave restrained here in the harem. The Prince’s orders. No one is to come in or out of the room. The Prince’s orders. Two guards at the door at all times. The Prince’s orders. Don’t let him off the chain. The Prince’s orders.

‘I would never ask you to do anything you found distasteful,’ said Laurent.

‘Looking at you is distasteful,’ said Nicaise.

They wanted to see a barbarian in the ring? Well, the barbarian could fight.

Laurent was not the type to smuggle men into his rooms for midnight assignations.

“Not quite,” said Damen.

Erasmus bit his lip, and all his burnished curls fell over his forehead. “You’re—in love with him?”

The court sounds were muted, as though they were very distant. Louder and more intimate were the sounds of insects in the gardens below, and the slow back-and-forth of greenery.

except for the ones he had recently been staring into.

“You may hand me the leash,” said a pleasant voice, very close.

Damen looked up into a pair of limpid blue eyes.

The slaves knelt in demonstration of their willing submissiveness.