Page 103 of Stranded with the Alien

Her protest was faint and the Vraxian ignored it. Instead he let a serpetrus drift upwards along her inner thigh.

“Tell me the truth,kalehsha.You still love me. You are still mine.”

Yes. Yes, I’m still yours.Every atom in her body wanted to respond. Wanted to show him her love by kissing him all over until he laid her on the bed and slid his hard length into her silken warmth.

Had it only been that morning when she’d given herself to him so freely? When she’d screamed his name as he effortlessly brought her to climax?

He touched his mouth to the silky skin between her breasts and a riot of sensations flooded her body, leaving her weak and quivering.

It would be so easy to give in, she thought hazily. To melt into the delirious rapture he was coaxing from her. To lose herself in the feverish passion they ignited in each other.

But a tiny, stubborn part of her wouldn’t accept it.

You can’t let this happen. You can’t let him win. Not if you want to keep any shred of self-respect.

She drew on every last bit of strength she had.

“If you force me, I can’t stop you,” she said quietly. Vahn froze. “But I swear to God, I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

Vahn lifted his head and stared into her eyes. She didn’t know what he saw there – desolation, loathing, perhaps contempt – but he flinched. His hands and serpetri fell away from her and he stepped back.

“Kara,” he said hollowly. “Kara, please…”

“I mean it. I can’t forgive you. I thought you were a soldier, like me. But you’re one of the ones who’ve been driving the war.”

“That is unfair. It is true my father is the Zhaal. But your mother is the Earth’s President. If I am culpable, so are you.”

Kara’s eyes flashed.

“Bullshit! I never hid who I was from you. And I havebeggedmy mother to make peace. But you – youadmittedyou told your father to carry on fighting. You’re as bad as he is.”

Vahn’s jaw tightened.

“You know me. You know that’s not true.”

“I don’t know anything. And I certainly don’t knowyou.”

They glared at each other, separated by a gulf of raw emotion.

“Have it your way,” Vahn said at last. He raised his voice. “Guards!”

The door opened and the giant soldiers entered.

“Your Highness?”

“This human is a prisoner of the Vraxian Empire,” Vahn said shortly. “Escort her to the brig.”

Kara’s eyes widened in shock.

“What…?”

“Remember she does not understand our language,” Vahn interrupted harshly. “But make sure she has food and water. And see that no harm comes to her. She is a valuable hostage, we need her in one piece.”

Kara clamped her lips shut. So this was the way he wanted to play it. Fine. She shot him a look of pure vitriol as the soldiers pushed her from the room.

The door shut behind them.

Vahn let out an explosive curse, his shoulders slumping.

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