Yunho spun to face his captain. "But you said she was safe in our hometown! You told me my sister was safe!"

Hongjoong winced at the harshness of his friends' tone. Before he could reply, Seonghwa cut them off, "What do you mean? He has her prisoner?"

"Yes. I had made the mistake of looting one of his ships. But he figured out who I was and kidnapped Katrina. He was supposed to return her to me when we handed over your sister..." Hongjoong bowed his head, clenching his jaw.

Seonghwa and Yeosang turned to each other, whispering to each other.

Yunho refused to look at his captain.

"Come back to the palace. We will grant you immunity and come up with a way to get both of our family members back." Seonghwa said. "I give you my word." Yeosang nodded behind him.

"Very well. We will be there in a few days." Hongjoong said, bowing again.

When the other two vanished from the mirror, Yunho wrapped the cloth around his again and stormed out of the room, ignoring the light sobs he heard coming from behind him.

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When they stopped again for the night, San made his way over to the other carriage. He didn't like what he saw. His lip rose in a snarl when he saw Kita nestled into Wooyoung's lap and his arms were wrapped around her. Both were sleeping.

San reached in and grabbed Kita's wrist, yanking her out of the performer's grasp. She cried out in pain as she practically fell out of the carriage, struggling to find her footing as he dragged her behind him.

He heard Wooyoung calling behind him, but he took he free hand and pointed harshly at one of the tents.

As soon as he entered his tent, he threw the princess on the ground in front of him. "How DARE you disrespect me like that!" He brought his hand up and struck her, causing her to yelp. She cupped her face and started to back away from him. "Just because I give you a little freedom, DOES NOT mean you can go whoring yourself out to anyone. I don't' care WHO THEY ARE!"

"I-I'm s-sorry, San." She cowered under him as he rose his hand again. "It's j-just something we've a-always done."

San bent down and grabbed her wrist. "It. Ends. Now." He dragged her to his bed. "Stay there. If you move from this spot AT ALL, you will be sorry."

He turned and stormed out of the tent and into Wooyoung's. The performer had a worried look on his face that changed to fear when he saw the look on San's.

San could feel the heat radiating off his own skin as he stepped forward and yanked Wooyoung's head back by his hair. "What did you think you were doing, holding my future wife like that? Did you really think I would be ok with that?" He hissed.

"Please forgive me, San. It just happened..." Wooyoung said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You both are pathetic." San took his other hand and grabbed the performer's arm, holding on tight, and letting his fire flow through his veins.

Wooyoung's scream echoed through the entire camp as San burned him.

"No princess to heal that." San growled, throwing the boy to the ground and leaving him there, cradling his seared arm.

When he returned to his tent, he was pleased to see Kita still sitting on the makeshift bed on the floor. "Good girl," he said as he stalked over to her.

"What did you do to him?" She asked, staring him down.

"None of your concern. Now, what should I do to you? You must be taught a lesson, no?" His let his eyes travel up and down her body, savoring the shiver that ran through her. His gut flipped, and he felt the animal inside him clawing at him for a release.

In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned against the furs. She tried to cry out, but he used it to his advantage and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He used one of his hands to pin hers above her head and let the other start working on the buttons of his own shirt.

She whimpered into him, trying to shake her head back and forth and throw him off her by bucking her hips.

"That's only succeeding in turning me on more, princess." He growled before sucking on her bottom lip.

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Kita hated this. She knew what was coming and wanted out. The hungry look in his eyes terrified her, but he was too strong.

He tore his shirt off and bent forward, using it to tie her hands together before kissing her again. It was nothing like Wooyoung's. He was harsh and demanding.

Now that his hands were free, he let them roam over her body, still pinned beneath him. When one found her breast, she screamed and rocked her body to the side, this time getting him to fall off her. She rolled over, trying to push herself up onto her feet.

San grabbed her ankles and dragged her back to him. She screamed, calling out for help even though she knew she wouldn't get any. He pulled her up so her back was pressed into his bare chest, her bound hands behind his head.

He started ripping her shirt apart.

"P-p-please, s-stop." She begged.

San shoved some of his fingers in her mouth to silence her. "Don't you dare bite them, or I'll bite back." He said before cupping one of her breasts again. He used his fingers to play with her tongue, even moving them in and out of her mouth while sucking on her neck and shoulders.

Kita closed her eyes, doing her best to keep her thoughts anywhere but here.

He rose up on his knees, pressing his hips into her so she could feel his hard length. He groaned at the contact and repeated the motion.

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She felt so good against him. He needed more. He tore her bra off, leaving her exposed in front of him. "By the gods, you really are perfect." He said, flipping her around and laying her on her back so he could admire her flawless body. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but he just pushed them above her head, "Leave them."

He took his time as he looked over her. Then he sneered as he started pulling her pants down, bringing on another round of begging from her, but it was much weaker this time. Her sobs were overpowering her words.

San blew out a hard breath when he could finally take in her naked body. It shivered against the cold air and she squeezed her legs shut. She tried to fight against him when he pushed them open, but he easily won.

Even if she wasn't enjoying this, her body betrayed her. He could see her juices sticking to her legs. Leaning over, he let his tongue drag across her skin. "For a virgin, you sure look like you want me, Princess." He bit her sensitive skin, leaving indents on the insides of her thighs.

She screamed when his tongue found her entrance. He dragged his tongue across it, loving how she tasted. While he enjoyed his time with Wooyoung, this was so entirely different. He practically purred with pleasure.

Then he pulled back and took off the rest of his clothes, smirking when her eyes widened in fear. She started begging him to not do this.

"You brought this on yourself, Kitten." He leaned forward and brushed her hair out of her sweaty face. "Now I must mark my territory."

He gave her no warning as he slammed into her, kissing her at the same time to muffle her screams. She felt amazing around him as she squeezed him, her slick walls pulling him in even farther.

As he started to move faster, he lifted his head and let it fall back, the feeling of ecstasy flowing over him. She turned into a whimpering mess below him, tears running freely down her cheeks.

"Yes, yes." He breathed as he could feel his climax coming. Then he felt her shuddering beneath him, crying out again as she came. The feeling drove him insane and his thrusts became sloppy as he tried to move faster.

In a split-second decision, he pulled out of her quickly and slid forward to shove himself in her mouth, forcing his seed down her throat. She tried to pull away, but he plugged her nose and said, "Swallow."

When she did, he pulled out and kissed her again, this time a little slower, but still possessive.

"You're mine."