Page 59 of Captured
I take a few seconds as what Rakir said settles in my mind.
“A master?” I frown. “You expect me to be your little pet?”
Strong fingers dig into my flesh as Rakir’s yellow eyes take a dangerous glint.
“Yes.” The word stings and I try to pry my face from his hold, but he doesn’t let go. How could he expect me to agree to this?
“I expect you to obey and bend yourself to my will. To give me pleasure and take it whenever and however I offer it to you. I expect you to belong to me entirely, in mind and body.”
I swallow and the knot in my throat travels down painfully. My eyes fill with tears as I sustain the intense, alien gaze of my lover.
There is no pretense anymore, no fantasy that this is any kind of a normal relationship. Rakir isn’t human. He is Drakian and what he asks of me is just as alien to me as he is. A bondage of the mind and soul, an ownership that leaves no space for my personal will.
“And what if I refuse?”
Rakir’s lips lift in a feral hiss and he lowers his face just above mine. His power surrounds me, his size and strength. The absolute, virile force of his will. Of his lust for me.
“There is no backing away now, little human.” His lips move as he exposes his fangs in an animal gesture. His fingers digs into my flesh just this side of painful. “You can’t escape your fate now. I would hunt you down to the end of the Galaxy, tear away entire worlds to make you mine. You were mine since the day the Night God tore away your atoms from the fabric of the universe and fashioned you for me. Mine to do with as I please. Mine to cherish and mine to fuck. Mine to punish and mine to pleasure. But always mine.”
His words should shock me, repulse me. Make me want to scratch and hiss and cuss and fight. I should rebel against this level of domination, this utter and complete dominion he intends to impose on me.
But all it does is spread wetness and heat between my legs.
Rakir’s nostrils flare as he smells my arousal.
“Yes.” The word eases into a hiss. “You are mine, Juliet. Your body sings for me even as your eyes beg me to bend you over and discipline you for all your disobedience.”
My clit pulses at the mention of his discipline and my nipples bead into tight little balls.
“I’ve done nothing to deserve it.” I try to stay dignified, to remind him that I haven’t agreed to this, but I can’t hide the way my breathing is fast and shallow. The way fresh slick drips between my legs, just thinking about him. About his domination, his control. The pure ecstasy that comes with it.
It’s wrong, I know, but I can’t fight it.
“Oh?” Rakir brings his face down, rubbing the length of his cheek along my jaw. I exhale a shaky breath, trying my best to ignore the way my pussy clenches as his lips curve in a cruel, merciless smirk. “What about your disobedience, back on the uncharted planet?”
I blink, my mind fogging in a haze of lust and fear. My core clenches as my clit pulses with need, my entire body sparking alive with arousal as Rakir’s face takes on a dangerous, stern expression.
“What?” I’m too dazed to think, too hot to focus.
“You put yourself in danger, playing clever little tricks on the men of the Black Star.”
This is unfair. Unfair and crazy. I shouldn’t be punished for saving a man’s life.
But I want this. I want the punishment so badly I could shatter into orgasm right now.
“I did it to win us some time.” I defend my action, but with no conviction. “You know I did the right thing.”
“You disobeyed my direct order. The reasons don’t matter.” Rakir’s other hand comes up, his large palm flattening on my chest. His index and thumb rub my nipple, sending a rush of sensation straight to my clit. Then he pinches, just a little. The sensation makes me whimper despite my best efforts. “You could have been killed.”
There’s a world of hidden things behind Rakir’s hard facade as he says the words. I sense turmoil there, things unsaid but felt with a depth that leaves me speechless. Never before has my fate affected someone as much.
“I know.” I answer with a breathless voice. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, you will be.” Rakir promises, the low grumble in his chest making my knees weak with want. “I will make you beg for me to stop and fuck you. I will make you feel every second of anguish I felt as I saw that man take you away from me.”
Rakir’s thumb rubs over my nipple as he leans into my space, invading it with his power, the raw energy coming from his body hitting me like a wall made of pleasure and pain, all the forbidden taboo things I know I should not enjoy.
But I do. I long for this as much as I long for the brutal fucking that is sure to follow.
“Will you give yourself to me freely?” Rakir rubs his lips against my jaw, opening his mouth just enough for his fangs to rake the delicate skin. “Will you let me own you for all to see? Be my Amara, mine until the fabric of the universe rips and the world comes down into beautiful, glorious chaos?”
His other hand wraps around my waist and he pulls me into him. The length of his erection presses against my stomach, hard and impossibly large. Wetness drips down the inside of my thighs at the feel of it.
“Yes. Take me.”
Rakir growls, the sounds the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Oh, little human. You have no idea what you’re asking for but I will take you anyway and nothing will ever free you from me.”
Then he’s all over me and there’s no place for rational thought.
