Captive Bride (13 page)

Just then, Philip walked in, startling them both. He walked into the bedroom without a word. Christina hoped he hadn't overheard their conversation.

"I will go now," Amine said, picking up little Syed. "I am sure Sheik Abu wishes to be alone."

"You don't have to go yet, Amine," Christina replied nervously.

"I will come again."

"I've enjoyed our talk," Christina said. She walked Amine to the entrance and squeezed her hand, whispering, "Thank you, Amine. I feel much better now."

Amine returned her smile and scurried away. Christina thought how happy Amine seemed, even though she had been stolen from her family, too.

Christina sensed Philip's presence behind her, but before she could turn around, he put his arms around her and pulled her forcefully against him. He cupped his hands over her breasts, and her knees became weak with his nearness. She fought against the weakness and pleasure that his touch gave her.

"Stop it, Philip. Let go of me this instant!" she demanded, trying desperately to pull his huge hands from her body. But Christina stopped struggling when he tightened his grip.

"You're hurting me," she gasped.

"That's not my intention, Tina," he whispered in her ear. Loosening his hold, he played with her nipples, gently rubbing them between his fingers. They rose tautly beneath the thin silk material of her blouse, demanding satisfaction.

But she couldn't let him continue. She had sworn never to give in again.

"Oh, please stop, Philip," she begged as he moved his smoldering lips down the side of her neck. A burning desire arose within her, making her tremble with its intensity, and suddenly she prayed that he wouldn't let her go.

"Why should I stop? You are mine, Tina, and I will caress you when and where I please."

She stiffened at his words. "I am not yours. I belong only to myself!" She pried his hands loose and turned to face him. She stood proudly staring up into his dark-green eyes, her own flashing defiantly.

"There you are wrong, Tina." He held her face between his hands so she couldn't turn away from his penetrating gaze. "I stole you. Therefore you belong to me and only me. You'd feel better about it if you had some affection for me."

"How can you talk of affection, Philip, when you are the cause of my troubles! You know I want to go home, but you keep me prisoner here."

"I want you here, and it's what I want that matters. Y only thought that you might be happier if you softened your heart toward me." He released her and started to leave the tent.

"And what of you, Philip?" she asked. "What are your feelings toward me? Do you love me?"

"Love you?" He turned around to face her, and laughed softly. "No, I don't love you. I have never loved a woman, except perhaps my mother. I desire you, and that is enough."

"But that isn't enough! You can quench your desire with any woman—why must it be me?"

"Because no other woman has ever pleased me as much as you have." His eyes roamed her body intimately. "I'm afraid you've spoiled me, Tina," he chuckled, and left the tent

The afternoon was hot and sticky. There had been no rain since Philip had returned to Egypt, and their water hole was slowly diminishing. But it had to rain soon; it always did this time of year.

Philip was breaking in a three-year-old horse when he saw Christina cross the camp and enter Yasir's tent. Grinning, he thought of that morning when he had visited with his father.

"That girl is kind and gentle, Abu," Yasir had scolded him. "And you ought to treat her right. It hurt my heart to hear her scream last night If I weren't so weak, I would have stopped you myself I"

Philip's head had been throbbing with a dull ache from the night's drinking, and he had felt irritated by his father's words. He was ready to tell him caustically about Christina's real character, but changed his mind. He could see his father was quite taken with Christina, and that pleased him. Christina would be like a breath of fresh air for Yasir. She could be charming when she tried.

An hour passed before Philip saw her again. He eyed her warily as she slowly approached him, a half-smile gracing her lips. He noticed that her eyes were a soft turquoise. Well, at least she's not angry with me, he thought, remembering the dark blue her eyes had been the last time he talked with her.

"Philip."

She spoke demurely, biting her lower lip, and rested her soft hands on the corral fence. She must want something, he guessed as he dismounted and walked toward her.

"What can I do for you, my sweet?" he asked.

"I was wondering, do you have any horses that haven't been trained yet?"

"Yes, but why do you ask?"

"I wish to ride," she said, looking down demurely.

Philip looked at her doubtfully. "You ask me to trust you on one of my horses after last night?"

"Oh, please, Philip. I can't stand idleness. I'm used to riding every day," she pleaded.

Philip searched her eyes. "How do I know you can handle a horse? I have only your word that you've ridden before."

"You insult me! I've ridden since I was a child, and my stallion at home is two hands taller than any horse you have here."

"Very well, Tina," he laughed, pointing to the horse he had been working. "Will this one do?"

"Oh, yes!" she said brightly. The beautiful Arabian was raven-black and reminded her of Dax, except he wasn't as large. He had a proudly arched neck, a deep chest, and long, slender legs. She couldn't believe he was hers to ride.

"It will take me only a minute to change!" she exclaimed, then ran to the tent.

"You will have to ride without a saddle," he called after her, for they didn't use them here.

"That's all right," she yelled over her shoulder. "I'll manage."

Christina dashed into the bedroom and took out the loose-fitting breeches that she'd just finished making. She was glad that she'd decided to make a robe instead of a dress first.

Throwing her skirt onto the bed, she quickly donned the black silk breeches. She wrapped a black strip of material securely about her head, concealing her golden hair. She slid into the flowing black velvet robe, tied the robe about her waist with a wide sash, then put the black velvet kufiyah on her head, binding it around with a heavy black cord.

When she thought of what Philip would think of her riding outfit, she laughed. But she didn't care, for she was gloriously happy.

Philip was surprised when he saw her come out of the tent. She looked like a young boy until she came closer and he could see her voluptuous curves enhanced by the soft velvet.

"I'm ready." She turned to the horse, nuzzled his nose, and whispered in his ear. "We're going to be fine friends, my black beauty, and I'll love you as if you were my own. Does he have a name?" she asked Philip as he lifted her onto the blanketed back of the horse and handed her the reins.

"No."

"I shall call you Raven," she said gleefully, leaning over so the horse could hear her. "And we'll ride the wind freely, like the raven."

Philip mounted Victory, and they slowly walked down the hillside. He marveled at how gentle Raven was with Christina, after the trouble he'd had breaking the horse.

Christina quickly became accustomed to the feel of riding bareback. She managed Raven beautifully as they rode down the winding path.

When they finally reached the bottom of the mountain, Christina urged Raven into a slow canter, then a speeding gallop, leaving Philip behind. She raced across the vast expanse of desert without destination, feeling like a free spirit flying in the wind. Her troubles fled from her as she dreamed she was back in Halstead riding across her estate, but then Philip caught up with her.

He pulled up on her reins. "If you insist on racing me, Tina, perhaps we should wager on who the victor will be."

"But I have nothing to wager," she replied. But she would dearly love to beat him at something for a change.

"Then we'll wager what we want from each other," he suggested, his dark-green eyes piercing hers. "We'll race back to the bottom of the mountain, and if I win, you'll give yourself to me freely from now on."

Christina thought about his wager for a minute. "And if I win, you'll send me back to my brother."

Philip looked at her curiously. She rode the horse well. She might beat him, and he couldn't take that chance.

"You ask too much, Tina."

"So do you, Philip," she returned curtly. Turning her horse, she headed back toward camp.

Smiling, he shook his head as he watched her ride away. She'd known he wouldn't accept her stakes. Well, it had been a good try. He caught up with her, and they rode back silently together.

The clouds caine from nowhere, sending down a torrent of rain to wash away the heat. Christina and Philip were soaked through by the time they reached the camp. The men were working furiously to secure the tents so water couldn't seep under them. Someone was sitting in the rain by the fire, fanning smoke out of the shelter that had been erected over it.

Philip dismounted in front of their tent and carried Christina inside. "Get out of those wet clothes and do whatever you have to do now. It will be dark soon, and there will be no fire tonight." He set her down gently and added, "I have to see to the horses' shelter, but I'll be back shortly."

As Philip left, Amine asked to come in. She had brought their dinner and some fresh towels. "You must change quickly, Christina. The rain brings the cold, and you will fall sick if you do not get warm now."

"I was just wondering what to do with these wet clothes," Christina replied, laughing. "I can't very well hang them on a tree to dry."

"Come," Amine said, taking Christina into the bedroom. "Do you have needles that you sew with?"

"Yes."

"Good. I will hang your clothes with them to the inside of the tent It will take a few days, but eventually they will dry."

While Christina took off her robe, Amine stared in wonder at her breeches. Christina laughed at the shocked look on Amine's face. "I made them for riding. They let me ride swiftly without a skirt flying into my face."

"Ah, but Sheik Abu, he must not like them," Amine giggled as Christina handed her the breeches and then her blouse.

"He hasn't seen them yet, but I suppose he won't like them when he does," Christina said, laughing at the thought of the breeches impeding Philip's eagerness to bed her.

Taking the towel as Amine left to hang her clothes, Christina rubbed her body down vigorously. She was cold from the draft blowing through the tent. Quickly she decided to put on one of Philip's robes, since she had nothing warmer to wear. She unpinned her hair, which was only slightly damp, and was combing out the golden locks when Amine came back into the room.

"I must go now and feed my children."

"Thank you, Amine. I don't know what I'd do without you as a friend," Christina said sincerely.

Amine smiled bashfully at Christina's compliment and scurried from the tent. Christina laid the comb down on her chest and went into the main room to dine before it got so dark she wouldn't be able to see what she was eating.

She ate the mutton stew and rice slowly, pondering Philip's complete change from the night before. She had been surprised and happy when he agreed to let her ride. Raven was such a fine animal. She couldn't wait until tomorrow when she could ride again. But then, Philip hadn't said she could ride every day.

"Do something with these, will you, sweet?"

The first words he spoke made Christina jump and drop her food onto her plate. She hadn't seen Philip come in, and now he stood behind her holding out his wet clothes. He had changed already and was toweling his hair dry with his other hand.

"I didn't see you enter," she said, taking his clothes and going for more needles.

"You won't be able to see me at all, shortly," he called after her. He smiled, thinking of the rest of the night to be spent in his warm bed. Ha, she wouldn't be too happy about thatl

Christina hung Philip's clothes alongside her own in the narrow space between the tent and the curtains. She then joined him to finish her meal while he ate his.

"Are the horses all right?" she said. She was worried about Raven.

"The young colts are a bit jittery, but the older horses are used to sudden storms."

"Does it rain like this often?" she asked, starting as a flash of lightning illuminated the tent

"Only in the mountains," he laughed. "But this storm is worse than usual—it's been a long time in coming. Does thunder frighten you, Una?" he asked as he finished off the stew. He could barely see her.

"Of course not!" she returned haughtily. She drained a glass of wine she'd poured to warm herself. "There's very little I'm afraid of."

"Good," he replied heartily, stretching his arms wide. "I suggest we go to bed, then, since there's no longer any light to see by."

"If you don't mind, FH stay here awhile." She reached for the bag of wine, but her hand was intercepted by his.

"Ah, but I do mind."

He yanked her to her feet and pulled her resisting body behind him toward the bedroom. But Christina had gained courage from the wine. She sank her teeth into his hand, freed herself, and dashed frantically behind the curtains.

"Damn it, woman! Is there no end to your trickery?" she heard him call out in a rage. But she knew he couldn't see her.

Just then, lightning again crashed through the sky and silhouetted Christina's small frame against the curtains. The next thing she knew, she was lying flat on her back with Philip's weight pressing her deeply into the soft rugs.

He laughed cruelly as he roughly yanked her robe apart, not bothering to untie it. His lips seared hers painfully, silencing her screams as he entered her viciously. Her mind was beyond reason as her body accepted his like a wild animal, and the pain turned to violent waves of ecstatic pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Tina," he said later. "But you never cease to amaze me with the lengths you will go to avoid lovemaking. You crave it as much as I do!"

"I do not!" she cried, pushing him off her and running into the bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and let the tears flow freely.