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“What are you talking about? We’re nothing like you.” His heartbeat sped as she toyed

with the top edge of his loincloth.

“Really? Aren’t you like those rebels you protect your home against? Didn’t you raid what

you hoped was an innocent vessel in order to pillage it?”

Her words struck him, and he snapped, “That’s not the same at all. We raid to survive.

Look at you; look at this place.” He gestured to the room with his shackled hand. “I bet you’ve

never gone hungry, never known what it’s like to wonder where your next meal is coming from.

You’ve probably never even seen a starving child, let alone had to hold one while they died in

your arms.” His breath came out in harsh pants, and he fought to control himself. He had no need

to justify himself to this bitch. Why the hell did he care if she thought he was scum? As soon as

he could, he was going to get out of here and kill anyone who tried to stop him, even her.

Ignorant of his internal struggle, she placed her hand gently over his heart. “And you

have?” Instead of anger, her voice held a pity that scraped against his nerves. “I’m so sorry you

had to go through that. It must haunt you.” The memory of the massive droughts that had led to

the hungry years poked at the ache in his heart. He fought against the soothing effect of her

husky voice as the perfume of her arousal filled his nose. “Whether you believe it or not, Prince,

it is hard for me to watch you or anyone else suffer. I will do everything in my power to make

this as easy and pleasurable for you as I can. I promise.”

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The muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth and stared over her head at the

wall. A cascade of water fell in undulating sheets of color from somewhere in the ceiling,

illuminated from below by shifting lights. Green shimmers blended to violet as she stood before

him, her breath tickling his chest. Slowly the regrets of the past faded until he was once again

focused entirely on her.

Soft and warm, her hand cupped his cheek and stroked his skin. Feminine, fragile,

compassionate, she brought all his protective instincts to the surface, and he tried to fight his

primal nature. Though he’d never experienced it himself, the signs of his body reacting to a

potential mate scared him. Even now he responded to her nearness with an eager rush of lust that

tightened his balls.

“My servants told me you were a good boy about your piercings.” She ignored his

swearing, and he could smell a faint hint of her musk. So she wasn’t as unaware of him as she

pretended. The thought pleased him, and he cursed his own stupidity. She held him captive and

kept him from his people. The fact that her hot little cunt got wet for him shouldn’t stroke his

ego; it should disgust him. And he certainly shouldn’t be fantasizing about how her pussy would

taste on his tongue. “For that you get a reward.”

“I want nothing from you,” he said in a low growl and jerked at his bonds.

She pulled out a small vial attached to a silver chain from beneath her leather uniform. As

she held his gaze, she pulled out the stopper and the scent of a female in heat reached him.

“Slut,” he snarled out. Goddess, how he hated that they used that scent to make him

perform. The delicious scent should be coming from a real woman, not some lab. He was glad

she didn’t know her own natural scent affected him as strongly as the synthetic.

She capped the vial without using it and let it lay against the small swell of her breasts. Her

lips pursed as she studied his expression, and he tried not to squirm. For Goddess sake, he could

snap her in half. There was no reason he should feel intimidated by her gaze.

“If you can perform without the stimulant, I won’t use it. The choice is yours.”

Blinking at her, he tried to process her words. This was the first time anyone had offered

him a choice, and he didn’t know how to react. His body certainly wanted the woman on her

knees before him. He had become accustomed to the constant efforts to arouse him, and as a

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result, his body was producing more sexual hormones than ever. It was a natural response to

feeding the constant sensual hunger of a breeding female.

Without another word, she ripped off the golden cloth covering his groin. Her strange

bicolored gaze never left his, and he tried to keep from looking away. Her pupils dilated, and her

lips softened a fraction. Blood rushed to her cheeks and gave them a soft pink tint.

The aroma of her excitement reached his nose, and he stifled a groan. Already his body

surged at her unique smell, and that meant trouble. He closed his eyes and tried to sever the

connection she had with him. It didn’t help. Now he could smell her even more, and his body

throbbed with the need to ease her desire.

He could almost feel her small hands playing with his nipples. That last thought brought

his eyes open with a flash, and he found his imagination hadn’t lied to him. Her fingers were

gently pulling at the golden rings as she watched him.

“Get your hands off of me,” he said in low growl.

“No.” She tugged harder, and her nostrils flared.

He jerked against his bonds, a useless fight in every way. With the pad of her fingertips,

she slowly traced each nipple, gently moving the hoop through his skin. Each touch was

measured and controlled, skilled in a way that left him breathless.

“You are mine to play with,” she whispered against his chest, her lips trailing over his skin.

“I will give you pleasure like you never imagined. All I ask in return is your complete obedience.

Let yourself go; let me make the decisions. The only thing I want you to do is feel.”

He clenched his hands into fists and gave her a glare that had reduced grown men to tears.

Instead of being scared, she licked her lower lip in a gesture that left it soft and wet. Just like he

imagined her pussy was, trapped beneath her leathers.

He turned his head to the side; he refused to give her the satisfaction of watching what her

touch did to him. It felt damned good. He never would have anticipated those small hunks of

metal in his nipples could bring him so much pleasure. “I belong to no one.”

The soft breath of her laughter moved to the sensitive skin on the side of his ribs. “You’re

mine until I say otherwise.” She punctuated her words with a sharp tug on his nipple.

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“Bitch,” he whispered. Her leather-clad hips brushed his erection, and he shook with the

need to press into her.

“I can taste your desire,” she said in her husky voice. “It’s like candy on my tongue.”

Her mouth latched on to his nipple, playing with the ring and breaking his self-control.

Even as he thrust against her, he cursed himself for his weakness. The tip of her clever tongue

soothed his aching flesh, and he strained against his bonds.

She pulled back, and he instantly missed her lips on him. “Look at me.”

Spice and musk radiated from her now. She was so ready for him. He bet the crotch of her

leather suit was soaked with her juices. It really irritated him that on the outside, she could

appear so calm and poised. Deliberately he turned his head away from her and stared at the floral

arrangement at the other side of the room.

Laughter greeted his defiance and angered him further. With a husky purr, she closed her

hand around his cock and gave it a hard squeeze. “Look at me.”

He somehow managed to keep his head turned even as his erection thrust into her palm.

Soft as silk, her skin brought all the nerves in his prick to life. Slowly she stroked him in silence

until his sac drew tight and his body slammed into her small fist. Goddess, he wanted to bend her

over and fuck her in the worst way.

Her hand moved away, leaving him straining against the air as his cock ached for release.

“Look at me.”

The deep throb in his balls tormented him almost as much as her scent. “No.”

“Devnar,” she murmured and pressed her body fully against his. “I’m not doing this to

torment you. I’m doing this to free you of yourself.”

“You’re doing this because it excites you,” he spat out and turned to look at her as she

jumped back from him. “You said you can taste my desire? Well, I can smell your hot cunt from

across the room.”

She gaped at him, a faint blush staining her pale cheeks. It was the first real expression he

had ever seen from her.

“That’s right. I can smell how much you want me.” He rolled his hips, and her gaze darted

to his cock before flashing back up to his face.

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“I must have spilled some of the aphrodisiac.” She squared her shoulders and tried to

regain her footing. Satisfaction quirked his lips into a smile as she attempted to lie to herself. The

other trainers hadn’t hidden their arousal from him, but then again, they hadn’t been breakers. He

had no idea why the thought of being aroused by him embarrassed her, but he would try to

exploit what he perceived to be a weakness. She certainly hadn’t been self-conscious when she’d

suckled his nipples and made his prick want to explode.

“I’m looking at you,” he taunted. “Why don’t you come over here and finish what you

started.” Her nostrils flared, and he laughed. “Imagine how good I would taste if you could

actually make me come.”

This broke her indecision, and she grabbed his aching cock hard in her fist. “You will

come when I say you will.”

Not responding to her threat, he rocked his erection in and out of her fist. This was going

so wrong so fast, but he was helpless to stop. She remained frozen before him, watching his cock

shuttle through her slender fingers, unable to fully grip his girth. So beautiful. He wanted to bury

his hands in that amazing long hair and come all over her face.

She took a deep breath and loosened her grip so only the barest friction was there. He

growled deep in his throat and ordered, “Finish me.”

“Beg for it,” she replied and held his gaze.

“Fuck you,” he said and then groaned as her touch turned featherlight. He followed her

hand as she removed it from his aching cock and slowly licked her palm. The shocking pink of

her tongue had him sucking in his breath. When her slick palm stroked him, he threw his head

back and tried to pull the magnets holding his wrists out of the wall. Faster now, she played with

his prick with a deft touch that left him panting and sweating. Even the pleasure slaves they had

used on him hadn’t known how to work his body like this little female did.

She’d bring him to the edge, then pull back and leave him one good jerk away from

coming. His balls really did ache now, and he wanted nothing more than to empty himself all

over her. To mark her with his scent and make her his. That thought should have alarmed him,

but he was past caring. All his attention focused on the female and what she was doing to his

body.

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“Suck me, and I’ll beg.” There, it wasn’t quite begging. In fact he was making her do

something. Yeah, right.

Her breath came out in a soft rush. “Beg me.”

He couldn’t give in, he couldn’t let her—those thoughts shattered as her other incredibly

soft hand stroked his sac. “Please.”

“Not good enough.”

Gritting his teeth, he shook a drop of sweat out of his eye. His whole body gleamed with a

mixture of sweat and oil as his cock throbbed in pain. “Please, Melania. Please make me come.

Let me empty myself down that pretty throat.”

She sagged against him and slid down his body, her small and firm leather-clad breasts

brushing over his cock. Only the thought of her mouth wrapped around him kept him from

coming right then and there. “Touch yourself,” he panted as her breath stirred the hair at the base

of his cock.

“It is forbidden,” she murmured one second before engulfing his length in the tight heat of

her mouth.

All rational thoughts left his mind as he cried out. So fucking good. Her velvet-soft tongue

lapped at him as she sucked him with a skill that made him writhe in his bindings. He wanted to

make it last, wanted to draw this extreme pleasure out.

Her hands dug into his ass and pulled him closer. Dimly he noted they shook, but even that

thought fled as she groaned around his length. Her small but surprisingly strong hands held him

still, and she slowly worked him deeper into her mouth until she had to open her throat for him.

That did it. The sensation of the muscles of her throat fluttering around the tip of his cock

and her hands holding him still drove him over the edge. He threw his head back and felt his

orgasm boil from his balls and flow out in hard spurts.

She swallowed each jet of cum, drinking him down with a greed that bordered on violence.