Page 43 of The Captain's Bounty
“I want your cock,” she moaned. “Please, I want your?—”
She startled when she felt the nudge of his cock against her back passage. She stiffened, and yet her own hips betrayed her, arching back against him, making the angle of entry easier.
“Cock!” she shouted as he pushed. His cock was wet from her mouth, and her ass slick from the soapy suds that had trickled down her spine and into the crack.
He went in with very little effort, and it hurt. She’d never been taken this way, not by someone as large as he was. The pain was burningly sharp, but he still took her. Strong deep strokes that filled her beyond bearing.
Beyond thinking or breathing.
Beyond holding still for, not that she tried to twist away. She was arching back, twisting her hips as if to ride both him and the burning pain of his ruthless pounding. Until the heat overwhelmed the pain, and only the friction remained. Growing hotter, twisting all the nerves inside her until she was wound so tight she knew he was going to break her. Until the pleasure from out of the burning of his thrusts exploded through her. It shattered her, battered her, ripping her apart on the teeth of an orgasm so intense it buckled her knees. She’d have gone down if not for his pinning grip on her body.
“God!” she shouted.
“Forget Him,” he growled in her ear. “You belong to me, Bruwes!”
He bit her shoulder, and she shattered all over again, and then again, his virile conquering stealing all the strength from her body and the breath from her lungs.
There was no hurt at all when at last he slammed into her, seething a groan between clenched teeth as he emptied himself into her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The room waspitch black and silent when Bruwes startled awake. He cocked his head, listening, every nerve tensing for action. But there was nothing. No unauthorized entry into his chambers, and Lissa was still right here, taking ownership of almost all the bed and blankets. He was sandwiched against the metal wall, lying on one side with his arm wrapped around her so he’d feel it if she tried to escape while he was sleeping.
Was she awake?
No, her breaths were slow and deep, and her hands cuffed securely to the pipe at the head of his cot. He reached with his feet, cautiously feeling for the metal bar he’d tied her ankles to. Just another security to make sure she didn’t run in the night. But no, wrists and ankles were still secured, and here she was, sleeping peacefully.
He could barely see her in the dark, but it didn’t matter. He could make out the dark lump of her silhouette and it pleased him. Whether he could see her or not, she was attractive when she was sleeping.
And not talking.
Especially when she used her talking to argue.
Like last night after the shower, when he refused to yield to her trickery and uncuff her. He’d tied her to the bed, and then made sure she understood which of them gave the orders by mounting her soft, shapely ass again. Her sweet, tight sex he’d taken twice in the night. The way his cock was already stirring over the lusciousness of her scent, today might just start off with a good pounding too.
He couldn’t wait to feel the wet heat of her flesh stretching to accept him. He wanted to feel the exquisite agony of her pussy shivering and squeezing on him.
He hoped she squealed like she had the second time he’d entered her. Without the water and soap, he’d had to get creative with lubrication and then keep lubricating her to keep him sliding in and out of her as hard or as deep as he liked. Judging by her cries, he supposed he hadn’t been entirely successful, but she’d done that shaking, shivering, clenching thing at the end, before wilting, spent and replete beneath him.
Coming. He snorted.That was what he got for attempting human sex-talk. The word in his own tongue was better:Uunen. Completion. He’d completed her, as she had done for him.
Now the only thing left for him to do was get her to Corporate and collect his bounty.
His jaw clenched.
It didn’t matter how good she felt, she was still a dangerous being and he needed to get his ship fixed. There were too many dangers in deep space for a crippled ship to survive for long.
The lights suddenly winked on. Not the overhead light, but the running lights along the upper walls. The ship only did that when it sensed the approach of another vessel.
Or when Cory spotted something and needed to waken everyone at once.
They were about to be destroyed.
Bruwes exploded out of bed, jumping over the top of Lissa, startling her out of a dead sleep.
“Thank you for punishing my bottom,” she half-mumbled half-cried, before lifting her sleepy head to look around.
He cut her ankle bonds, freeing her from the spreader bar. “Get up. Get dressed.”
