Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Stand up straight,” he orders. “Put your arms by your sides. Lift your chin too. I want you to present yourself properly for me.”
I do not want to obey him. Not even a little bit. I want to tell him to fuck off. I want revenge for what he has already done. But I am not in a position to do anything about any of this. Right now, all I can do is submit to him and let him have his way with me.
Or… I could kill him. If anybody ever found out what he did to me, I’d have to.
There’s got to be a knife around here somewhere. Got to be a kitchen of some kind. Got to be something in the remnants of my suit. I notice he’s already swept that far away from me. These saurians learn quickly. They know that Sullivan and I carry a lot of tricks on our persons.
“Don’t look at me with that blatant hostility,” he lectures in those rasping saurian tones. “I can always punish you more. I can take you to the point where you will beg me for mercy without even the slightest hesitation. I can strip you of your pride just as easily as I have stripped you of your clothing.”
I can’t help the way my face looks. I have never been one to put on a pleasant expression to make others happy. The best I can do is a straight poker face, and that is what I try for.
“Better,” he says, though in a tone that suggests he doesn’t actually think it is good enough at all. “You have an attitude problem, Raine. You are continuing to labor under the delusion that you are a creature with the right to determine her own actions. You are not. You are on our world now, and you are in my custody. I will tell you what you can do and when. I have complete command of you. And I have absolutely no intention of letting you go.”
I stare at him, my entire body still aching and stinging from his punishment, and I try to hold onto my sense of self. I remind myself that I am the pirate Raine. I am feared by thousands. I am respected by my crew. And hell yes. I am a mutineer. I am the kind of woman who does not follow the orders of anybody she does not respect.
He extends his big, scaled hand and reaches out to me, his fingertips brushing down my stomach until he finds that curling hair that attempts to hide my sensitive sex. It is no obstacle to him as he pushes further down, spreading my legs to allow his big, alien hand to cup my absolutely soaking pussy. I feel the roughness of his palm and the alien texture of his large yet agile fingers as he makes casual and yet complete claim of my body. He has already shown he considers himself entitled to discipline me as he pleases. What else does he consider to be his for the taking?
One hand slides back and forth along my sex, and my lower lips part as nature intended for them to do, leaving me open and vulnerable. One of his hands remains gripping my hair, pulling my head back so I must look into Avel’s dominant gaze, while between my thighs, his thick middle finger starts pushing inside me, opening me up, taking deep control of the very core of me.
I feel myself shudder, and the little moan that escapes my lips causes his brows to rise and the corners of his lips to turn up in what is unmistakably great satisfaction.
“You like that, don’t you? A softer touch after harsher treatment? Pleasure following pain?” His voice has dropped a little more, and his eyes seem to gleam more intensely as he leans down and his hair falls around his face. “You are a filthy, naughty little thing, and I know how to deal with filthy, naughty little things of any species.”
It has been a long time since I allowed anybody inside me. My vagina has been a vault. Now he is playing inside me, his large finger swirling slowly inside me, stirring up a physical kind of madness I had almost forgotten. Avel has an effect on me, but it may not be the one he wishes to have. He makes me wilder. He makes me wetter. But he will not change my essential nature.
He leans down, getting closer and closer, his wings spreading out to create something of a cover around the pair of us, making an intimate space from which there is no escape.
“I am going to make you hurt, Raine. I am going to make you scream and cry and beg for mercy, and ultimately, I am going to make you the thing you fear most.”