Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

“Enough.” I grab her by the arms. She sucks in a breath and her green eyes go wide. Those berry red lips part just a fraction. My cock surges against my pants, painfully constricted. “I told you not to dress like this.”

“Like what?” She plays innocent. We both look down at her chest, where her perfect breasts are barely covered.

Despite my best intentions, a growl comes from my throat as my cock punches out.

And she giggles. It’s the most irritating, adorable sound I’ve ever heard. She vecking giggles! The nerve of her. I have to do something. Make her stop this teasing. Because if she does not stop, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

I tug her close enough so that we’re nearly touching. The heat of her body sends her scent to me, something light, like flowers in a field. Sunshine. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” She narrows her eyes.

“You know what.”

“Stop doing such quality work? But if I did, I’d be reneging on the promise I made to King Zander and myself to help this planet succeed.” She gives me a wide-eyed innocent look and licks her lower lip. Nods her head toward the table. “Once again, I did what you asked. Way ahead of time. I think that deserves some kind of reward.”

“Oh, you do, is that right?” My voice comes out low, a growl.

“Yes.” She sticks up her chin. “And if you weren’t so timid, you’d—”

“Timid?” My horns go on alert and I tighten my grip on her arms. “Timid?”

“That’s right.” A little smile plays on her lips. “Afraid. Terrified, actually.”

“Kianna, you are really pushing me.” I give her my most stern look. As her master, it’s my right and duty to punish her, to teach her the Zandian ways. I haven’t considered it because I have no interest in getting so intimate with humans.

Especially considering what I’ve heard about them. How they are aroused by physical discipline. How it creates a bond for training and molding them.

For keeping them.

And I don’t plan on keeping one.

Especially not this very tempting, terribly irritating, beautiful little brilliant human who loves to torture me with her full breasts and—

“I specifically told you I’m not interested in… anything. And you disobeyed a direct order. That’s just—”

“Just what?” her eyelids flicker. How can a being have such thick, black lashes? She tilts her head up toward me. “What it is?”

“It’s… insubordination.” My voice is lower now, softer. I slide my hands down her arms to circle her wrists. “Very disobedient. To keep offering something I don’t want.”

“Hmmm. So it is.” I’ve never heard this tone from her before. Sultry. Like sex, music. “I wonder what you should do to me?”

Her eyes close and her lips part. I growl again. Veck, I can’t resist her! It’s like my blood is boiling for this human. She’s the only one who can ease the itch. For one second, I wonder if it would be so wrong to… be with her. What damage could one time do? Just to see?

I’m about to lean down and take her mouth, but then I see the little smile on her face. Triumphant. Victorious.

I pull back, emotions all over the place. The predominant one being anger.

“This isn’t a game, Kianna.”

Her eyes fly open. “I don’t think it is.”

“Then stop trying to win.” I stare at her. “Stop trying to manipulate me. It won’t work.”

Before I can think it over, I pluck the part she was holding and set it aside before grabbing her up in my arms and striding over to the hoverseats at the side of the room, the one that beings use for breaks. We’re the only two in here, now, and it’s unlikely that anyone will enter. Still, the master door is unlocked. I ignore that.

“What are you doing?” Her voice goes up, a mix of alarm and fight.

It only kicks my lust up another degree. “What I should have done from planet rotation one. Teaching you who’s boss here.”