Deep inside of me there is an urge, gripping me so violently that I almost lose control. I want to throw her on the floor and fuck her, fuck her hard until she screams in pleasure, and obeys me, because she needs to be controlled, she needs to see that I only want what is best for her.
I punch the wall and the door opens behind me. “You need discipline,” I tell her.
I step out, maintaining a facade of composure. The door slides closed just in time, because I’m about to step back in, grab her by the throat, turn her around, and fill her with my seed.
I turn and march toward the medication supply room. I turn right and take a longer route, all around the circular corridors of the ship. Mykrythwill settle. And then I will deal with her properly.
CHAPTER4
Anya
When he left, I breathed a very loud sigh of relief, clutching my heart. I pushed things too hard with that guy, the quietly bossy, quietly dangerous one. I can’t decide who is worse, the one I’m supposedly marrying—he seemscrazy—or the one whose purpose and intentions are unclear to me.
I mean, he sort of seems like the other guy’s lap dog, but a really scary one.
I didn’t like what flashed through his eyes, and I was pretty sure he was going to kill me.
Now that he’s gone, though, and I take stock of my feelings—and my body—it’s a little more complicated than that.
God, Anya, you’re being an idiot.
But my thighs are slick with arousal, whether I’m being an idiot or not. Have I turned into my sister?
“No,” I say aloud.
I look at the sedative. I briefly consider my options. Tough Guy has left the room, but I’m not stupid enough to think I scared him away. In fact, he looked very, very ticked off. I don’t know why he left, but I assume he’ll be coming back. He as much as said so himself.
You need discipline.
Discipline. For some reason the word turns me on. I’m stuck in a holding cell, my whole life getting turned upside down, and this monster is threatening to ‘discipline’ me.
And I’m turned on.
What the hell?
I think I may even say this aloud.
A lot more time than I expected has passed by. The room I’m in is all black, with a very small porthole to the outside of the ship. But that’s all black as well, because we are in a vast, starless part of the galaxy.
I’m still in my dress from the party. They took my shoes, but I have no recollection of when that happened. I started kicking and yelling as soon as we boarded their ship.
My feet are cold, I realize. But I’m not about to complain to anyone. Not aboutthat.
And I’m not aboutto drink this ‘sedative.’ Although I regret knocking it over. I realize I could have faked consuming it somehow.
Oh, gods. How do I think I was going to do that?
The door opens again.
It’s him. Just as tall, hard-bodied, and dark as before. His face is set in a stony expression that reveals very little about his thoughts.
He steps inside.
The same queasy, cool arousal that plagued me since he put his hand on my chest in the ballroom is stirred up again at the sight of him. He is holding another glass of the green liquid he’s calling a sedative.
I stick my chin out defiantly. I’m surprised by myself. But if this guy thinks I’m just going to drink that, he has another think coming. I don’t really understand why he’s pressing the issue: he could just drop one of those green dots on my tongue if he wants to. That’s what I’d do.
But then, he doesn’t look like he needs to sedate me in order to get his way with me.
