Page 10 of Taken By the Devilish King

"How? No. Scratch that. Why did you ask that?"

"Because you said?—"

"Huh! Said. I didn't say anything. I thought it."

I point to my head feeling like a crazy person but I know I'm not. I know I said, in my head, that he can suck my dick. So how the hell did he know and replied to that unless he...

"You're telepathic, aren't you?"

His eyes narrow and his lips turn to the side and I want to rub his smugness off his face.

"Empathic, actually. All Vyperians are," he says matter-of-factly.

Shit.

If he can read minds or emotions, or whatever, he...he must have read what had gone through my head when I first saw him. All the dirty, naughty urges I'd fought against.

"What the fuck! Stay out of my mind!"

He puts his hands as if he's invoking a deity and says. "That's simply not possible. We can't shut it off."

Fuck!

I'm screwed. Because try as I may to sound like I hate him—and I do. I fucking do—he can still see through all that and read my thoughts, all the stuff that's flashing through my mind that makes me constantly wet and desperate.

"Then stay out of my room. I don't want you invading my mind. You've done enough invading my body and my liberties."

I should just keep talking. If I do, I can ignore the long hard cock and avoid imagining how good it would feel sliding inside me. If I keep talking I can stop trying to decide how those ribs along his length would feel as he fucks my pussy. Yeah. That's a good plan. If I keep talking, he can't read my thoughts. He can't act on them.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I intend to court you and as such I do need to be in close proximity."

"Court me? What? Are we in Victorian London?"

He takes a step forward and no, I don't look—I don't fucking look—at how his alien length bounces from the abrupt movement and no, I don't fantasize—like hell I'm not—it doing the same thing to my insides.

"Perhaps you're more familiar with the term dating."

I scoff.

"Dating? What would you know about dating? Dating doesn't involve involuntary removal of one person from their home...planet."

"I am aware. I've watched enough of your movies, however I hope you will give me some grace. After all, we still have to follow Vyperian customs too. Like iblis. Iblis is a must by Vyperian tradition."

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts, Ayla. Unsexy. Like his ugly face...that I'd happily sit on.

Shit. That's not unsexy.

Unsexy. Like that stupid tail...that'd I'd love to be fucked by.

Fuck!

Why is this so hard?

You'd think it'd be easier to accomplish, being pissed off with this whole situation, but no! I'm sitting here feeling like a porn star.

Maybe that's what this is. A porn movie. I've been abducted by alien motherfuckers that want to blast my X-rated movie to the whole galaxy.

Wait a minute. Are they even from this galaxy?

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