The Dragon and the Pearl. Jeannie Lin

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      She’d had the same thought, but she denied it vehemently now. ‘Gao is nothing to me. We haven’t spoken in all these years.’

      Her view of the house was suddenly blocked by the expanse of his shoulders. She tried to slip past, but the sharp drop of the gorge prevented her escape.

      ‘You have been trying to seduce me from the moment we met,’ he accused lightly.

      ‘That would be foolish.’ And dangerous.

      ‘No? Then why are you looking at me like that?’

      ‘I don’t know what you mean.’

      She had spent so many years presenting a face to the world. Beckoning glances and secret looks. Perhaps it had simply become a part of her.

      He prowled a step closer and her mouth went dry. Every breath came with great effort. She shouldn’t have allowed herself to be cornered. A predatory glint lighted his eyes.

      ‘I might consider it.’ His voice was a low strum in her ear. ‘If the situation were different.’

      Her cheeks flushed and she couldn’t deny the dark thrill uncoiling within her. But this wasn’t about desire. It was about control and Li Tao wielded it meticulously. She assessed the impenetrable fortress of a man before her.

      ‘I might consider it as well,’ she replied. ‘If you were not on the brink of death.’

      His expression darkened. There was too much risk becoming involved with a man like Li Tao. A man who had no fear of consequences. His hand circled her arm as she attempted to move past him. His grip wasn’t forceful, but she couldn’t break free.

      ‘Is this all an act?’ he asked.

      ‘Yes. All of it.’ Her voice held steady, though her pulse jumped erratically.

      She was used to being watched. Being admired no longer moved her, but Li Tao’s black gaze penetrated despite her defences. The heat from his hand seeped through the thin material of her robe. Everything about him overwhelmed her with quiet power: his commanding height, the hard shape of his mouth as he regarded her. With just the pressure of his fingers, he drew her closer.

      She expected the descent of his mouth, but never would have anticipated the gentleness of the kiss. Her lips parted as his explored hers. His fingertips lifted to her cheek in an undemanding, but undeniably possessive caress. She nearly allowed her eyes to fall closed. She almost yielded against the heat and pressure and the slow stir of his mouth. Instead she dug her nails sharply into the flesh of her palms. She fastened her eyes on to his, permitting the kiss, but never surrendering.

      He lifted his head a mere inch, hovering close. His breath caressed over her as if the kiss hadn’t yet ended. ‘All deception?’

      ‘I have been wooed by kings and poets, but you, only you, have ever touched my heart.’

      She mocked him with a lover’s whisper, but he smiled in response.

      ‘I like the lie.’

      The low roughness of his voice stroked down her spine. If she didn’t remain focused on his face, she would stumble helplessly into the abyss. Li Tao was an impossible man to read. His gaze smouldered with desire; the scant space between them grew laden with it. But there was something else in his eyes, insurmountable control and calculation.

      ‘With a face like this you must have had countless lovers.’

      Surprisingly gentle fingers traced a line along her jaw and a fever rushed over her. She needed to free herself. He had her cornered in every way possible.

      ‘You are mistaken,’ she whispered. ‘I choose my lovers very carefully.’

      ‘I would never expect something for nothing. Especially not from you.’

      ‘From what I have heard, you’re not much for negotiation,’ she said.

      ‘Give me one night.’

      Her retort caught in her throat. His suggestion, presented with such cutting clarity, shouldn’t have caused a flood of heat in her stomach or the trail of yearning that slipped between her legs like a slow curl of smoke.

      Li Tao himself seemed troubled by the proposal. ‘You can’t be surprised,’ he taunted, but it came out hoarse, without his usual force behind it.

      ‘I already told you, I am not on offer.’

      For the first time, her feminine instincts failed her. She should have turned this negotiation to her advantage; instead she wondered how Li Tao would feel crushed against her, skin to heated skin. His kiss wouldn’t be so controlled then.

      But she knew what this was beneath the rise and fall of his chest, beneath the heat of his touch. It was only the desire of a powerful man pursuing an unattainable prize. The moment she gave him what he wanted, her appeal would fade.

      He smiled faintly. ‘The answer is no, then.’

      ‘The answer is no.’

      She brushed past, careful not to touch him. Her knees threatened to crumble with each step.

      ‘If I had not come for you, you would be dead,’ he reminded, catching up with her easily.

      ‘Li Tao.’ There was a misplaced intimacy in addressing him so directly. ‘I know very well you were not acting out of kindness. Now show me the rest of this prison since it appears I might be here for a while.’

      He walked beside her with his hands clasped behind his back. To anyone observing, they might even appear companionable. Between him and Gao, she was caught between an old cunning tiger and a young fierce one.

       Chapter Four

      Luoyang—ad 737 22 years earlier

      The streets of Luoyang never slept. After the evening gong, the section gates would close, but the drinking and gambling within the wards would continue until dawn. All the harder to scratch out survival as a thief.

      During the day, Tao could snatch a yam from a pedlar’s basket and push his way into the web of alleys behind the shopfronts. He would tuck himself into a dingy corner and devour it raw, chewing through the coarse skin. When he was waist-high and stick-thin, he could hazard such recklessness and suffer only a beating if caught. The welts toughened him until he grew numb to the sting of a bamboo switch. Now that he was older, the archers upon the city wall would simply put an arrow through him before he could shove through the crowd. He had no choice but to wait for night-time when darkness provided cover. But the city remained active and the guard patrols stayed ever vigilant.

      The gambling halls and pleasure quarters stood as palaces of the gutter world and the lords who ran them were brutal men who could not be crossed. There was always business brewing in their shadows, jobs for someone who knew the alleys of Luoyang better than the rats.

      Feng, the head of the eastern street gangs, held out a knife to him in the alley behind the drinking house. A slant of light from СКАЧАТЬ