Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

Her breath quickens, and her chest heaves. “I won’t.”

“Think logically.” I make my voice silky, persuasive. “You have no other options. Things will b

e more pleasant if we get along.” For a split second, my brain rushes to imagine just how vecking pleasant it could be. Thoughts of my lips on her pert nipples, my tongue in between her thighs, her pretty pink lips on my cock—

“I’ll find a place where I can live as a free human,” she retorts. “I’ve heard of some such planets.” There’s a slight quiver in her voice. Then, to my utter delight, she attacks.

“Hiyah!” she shouts and launches herself at me, twisting midair, so her fist gains momentum.

When her knuckles connect firmly with my jaw, I see stars. Veck, she’s got moves! I grab for her body, but she’s already danced away on the balls of her feet and dropped down into a warrior stance.

“Stop.“ I bark the command as my skin throbs where she hit me. I’m not angry—she’s a marvel to watch, and a little pain means nothing to a warrior. I’m more fascinated by her abilities. Delighted that I actually found this spectacular little warrior for Zandia.

She yells a battle cry and jumps again, but this time I’m ready. Even with her extra-human strength and her clever knowledge of body mechanics, she’s no match for a Zandian warrior at full alert. I easily block and parry her strikes. I let her continue for a few more moments because, well, it’s highly arousing. The blanket is on the floor, so she’s fully naked and throwing herself at me.

“All right, that’s enough, Kailani.” The next time she strikes, I yank her into my body. I wrap my arms around her and pull her body tightly against mine, pinning her arms at her waist. I use one leg to wrap around hers and lower my head to lock hers against my chest.

She’s completely under my control now.

My hands press against her bare skin.

“Bad girl,” I murmur against her silky hair. “You must never raise a hand to your master.” I hold her tightly.

Oh veck, now it’s time for punishment. I shouldn’t be so excited, but I am.

“Apologize for attacking me,” I advise. “Swear it won’t happen again.” My body responds to her presence, and my cock gets iron hard once again, despite my best intentions to remain neutral. The urge to veck her is so powerful that I can barely stand it.

“You’re not my master,” she grits as she stamps on my boot with her bare foot. She kicks backward at my shin.

I bite back my chuckle. I’m supposed to be firm as her master. “You’re going to be sorry you did that.” I squeeze her against my chest as she wriggles in vain. “When you disobey me, you will pay the consequences.”

She freezes, her head swiveling to look in the direction of the cabinet where I locked her medicine. Veck, her Kraa masters really did use it to control her.

“No, not that,” I soothe. “I think you’ll find my punishments quite a bit more palatable. For both of us.”

Veck—I can’t wait to teach her a lesson in obedience. Zandians know there is one easy way to tame an unruly human, and usually results in both master and female feeling satisfied, even if the female ends up a little sore. I’m about to give it a try.

“Come, little warrior. Take your punishment.” My voice is low and seductive as I walk her backward toward my flight chair.

“I’m not little warrior,” she says, but her voice warbles. The sexual innuendo in my voice has confused her. Already, I sense the tension in her melting, as if her body is incapable of resisting.

“My name is Kailani.” She sounds breathless. “Let me go or else I’ll...” her voice trails off when I sit and tug her down—not too hard, but firmly—across my lap and put one hand on the small of her back.

“What are you doing?” She pushes and shoves at my body. In her alarm, she seems to have forgotten to finish her threat.

I’m already accustomed to her crazy strength, so it’s easy enough to hold her in place. “I’m going to show you how human females are punished on my planet.”

I raise my hand and bring it down on her pretty little ass with a hard crack.

“Oh!” she cries out, twisting and kicking her legs.

I adjust her to tuck her legs under one of mine. “Don’t try to get away.” I spank her again, hard, in the same spot. A patch of pink blooms on her taut skin. “I’ll just spank extra.”

“Um…”

I’m sure she’s shocked by the sexual nature of the punishment. That seems to be the reason it works so well. No real harm is caused to the females, and their bodies are aroused by the submissive nature of it.

Still, this one fights her nature. “Stop it,” she hisses, clawing at my calves.