His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

And it terrified her.

She shouldn’t desire her captor. Find pleasure with her master. Receive comfort from the male who planned to give her over to her death in just a few weeks.

This maelstrom of conflicting emotions made it impossible for her to think, to reason her way out of this bizarre entrapment with a tender captor who liked to cause her pain.

Except she hadn’t noticed the pain because the driving force of the need, the vecking edge he’d had her on all planet rotation had her begging him for it. And the humiliation of it all—the burning root he’d pumped relentlessly in and out of her ass, the pussy spanking, the breast spanking—it all replayed in her mind so loudly, in such vivid detail and color and sensation, she couldn’t breathe.

This wasn’t her.

Rok scooped her into his arms and slid her onto the sleeping platform. He popped a tube in a liquid pack and pressed it to her lips. “Drink.”

She hadn’t known she was thirsty, but the sweet liquid cooled her mouth and throat. She pulled hard, swallowing in quick bursts until she’d finished the entire pack.

“Look at me.” Rok stood beside the platform, a crease between his brows. His shirt was off, and his bare chest rippled with muscle.

She obeyed.

“Are you hurt?” He asked the question slowly and clearly, as if her answer was of the utmost importance.

She shook her head.

“Did I take things too far?”

She couldn’t bring herself to say yes. It hovered on her lips, both a truth and a lie.

She dropped to her side, offering her back, and stared at the wall.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Rok caught her upper arm and rolled her over to face him. “Don’t you dare turn wax doll on me, Lily. Not after that vecking spectacular display of sensuality. Sexuality—whatever. We’re going to talk about this. You liked it. I know you liked it,” he said fiercely, as if the universe depended on him convincing both of them. He brought his palms to her face, bracketing it with a soft touch. “It was intense for me, too.”

Her breath stalled. Stuttered. Stalled again. Their gazes locked, his amethyst eyes boring down into hers, nothing but dead sincerity on his handsome face.

After a long moment, he flicked off the light. “I’m going to crawl up there beside you, and if there’s anything you want to tell me in the dark, while you don’t have to look at me, I’ll be listening.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs. What did he think she would say? What was he inviting her to say?

She had no experience to help her navigate this male, nor the feelings still swimming around her gut.

He lay down beside her, catching and tying her wrists so easily in the dark she wondered if she was the only one who couldn’t see. The blackness did provide some measure of safety, though it also seemed to give her emotions room to expand, which she didn’t like.

“I got scared,” she admitted.

Rok slid his hand across her breast in a light caress. “You haven’t let go before.”

She considered his words, plopped like stepping stones in front of her, to help her find the way out of the hole she’d descended into. “No, I haven’t.”

“I did humiliating things to you, and you’re not sure how you feel about that.”

Even as her insides squeezed in the agony of embarrassment, her pussy clenched. “Yes,” she whispered. This might be the crux of the problem. Her sexual response was not in line with her mental one. “Why do you enjoy that?” she snarled. “Hurting and humiliating females?”

“Lily...If you hadn’t responded, if you’d cried or begged me to stop, if you’d turned to stone, as I’ve seen you do, I would’ve stopped. But you liked it. Your pussy dripped for me. You begged me to take you.”

Her face grew warm in the darkness. Yes, she had begged him.

“Is that what you like? The begging?”

“I love all of it, pet. I love being in charge. I love frightening you. Hurting you. I love making you cry and then I love making it better.”

She curled into a tight ball on her side. “That’s just wrong.”