The captain didn’t hesitate.
He lunged, catching my shoulders. Strong, blunt fingertips bit deep into the muscle, and dark eyes flicked down. To the hand locked tight around the makeshift knot concealing my nudity—a weakness he meant to exploit.
He grinned. Leering as if he hadn’t already seen everything I had to offer.
I thrashed. “Get off—”
The words died on my tongue, a gasp caught high at the back of my throat.
Power.
It licked through me in a swirl, tasting.Taking. Infecting me with the pulsing, ravenous burn of elite poison that seeped through my blood and marrow, touching everything I was. Tainting and twisting it.
He sucked a breath through parted lips. Head falling back, so he might watch me from beneath a hooded glare and lowered lashes.
“Don’t touch me,” I snarled, trying to writhe free from his grip.
The rumble of deep, mocking laughter spilled over his lips. “But Mila,” he drawled, and sent his energy deeper, feeding the poisonous hunger he’d left behind my ribs, “youwantme to touch you.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I can assure you, I’d prefer death,” I spat, flashing pointed teeth. Standing strong before the monster who ruled me without flinching.
Caught in his snare, I was helpless when his fingers abandoned my shoulders. When they traveled up, to cup both sides of my skull, dwarfing me in big palms that cradled when they might have crushed. “You think I can’t feel that?” he whispered, thumbs tipping my head back to expose my throat. “How badly you need it.” He stepped forward, driving me back. “The way you ache to be filled. Stuffed and stretched.” A smirk danced in inky eyes when he stooped to press his lips to my ear. “Because I can. And I know exactly how much you hate yourself for wanting it.”
Outrage made me snarl, “It’syou! I can’t get your filthy, elite poison out of my head!” But when he chuckled, I lunged. Incensed. Aiming to sink my teeth into the vulnerable, exposed flesh of his throat.
The rasp of his beard grated against my skin. “There’s my wildcat,” he hummed, blocking me with humiliating ease before he sent nimble fingers to pluck at the sheets. Jerking them from my grip, he sent the flutter of dark silk tumbling to the floor, making me scramble to hide. Vulnerable, exposed to his every lewd whim. And without giving me a chance to recover or stoop, he spun me. Sent me staggering forward, to land with palms braced on the edge of his mattress.
He was on me before I could take another breath. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” he rasped, pinning me in the way he liked. With his weight at my back and the furious beat of aroused male kicking at the ache between my legs. “Can’t stop imagining what it’ll be like to watch you choke on my cock.”
“Try it,” I snarled, and bucked against his chest. “I’ll bite it off at the root.”
Blunt teeth set against the meat of my shoulder, his breath a tiny, heated explosion of amusement. “I wonder,” he said, ignoring me without bothering to exert his influence, “if you’ll beg for it when I let you breathe.” One hand slipped over my hip, grating over the sensitive skin beneath my bellybutton before he found my mound. Hairless and swollen. He cupped me in the heat of his palm, his fingers pressing a gentle threat against my folds, lingering without seeking more. “I wonder if you’ll drip for me when I come down your throat and make you drink every last drop.”
I whined, head sagging, my shoulder blades growing sharp as I strained to bare his weight and mine. Trembling beneath the onslaught of alien arousal pumping through my veins. “Never,” I said, breathless, the sound fragile and pathetic even to my own ears.
“Oh, I don’t know aboutnever,” he cooed, and spread those fingers. Letting slick heat spill over invasive digits, he stole a breath from the hair at my nape. “It’s so easy for me to infect you, after all,” he said, derisive and cruel, plunging two hooked fingers inside. “A pussy this wet couldn’tpossiblybe because you want to get fucked raw by an enemy, right? It’s all this elite energy I’m wielding.”
Legs trembling, I tried to drag a breath through the clog in my throat, but managed only a tiny sip. My back twisting beneath his weight. Writhing against the ache of being stretched by thick fingers.
“This is allmyfault,” he continued, and pulled back just to make me listen. So I might hear the liquid squelch as his fingers worked, before plunging back inside. Deeper, this time. Curled against a spot that drew the swollen lips of my sex apart on a silent gasp as sweat beaded across my forehead. “This pretty little cunt sings forme, not you. Isn’t that right?”
I shook my head, a soundless denial whispering across my lips.
It was enough to make him laugh. Shoving me face-down into the sheets, his free hand moved to work at his belt, to unleash that length of angry flesh. “Shit,” he rasped after a pause, and I felt his fist pump against my thigh. Felt the blunt kiss of something hot and sticky where it bumped my skin, fist moving in time with his fingers. Making a mess of the slick treachery pouring from my slit.
Calves burning, I squirmed and tried to crawl for freedom. Every ounce of my bravado long gone, to be replaced by stark, raw instinct. “Please.”
“Begging already?” he said, and pulled his fingers free. “I must admit, I’m a touch disappointed. Thought my warrior priestess would be harder to break.” Abandoning his thick length, he tangled his fingers in my hair and held me still. Cheek pressed into the sheets, he showed me the evidence of what he’d done between my thighs, holding glistening fingers up to the dim light. “But this couldn’t possibly beyou,could it?”
Tears spilled over my lashes, then. The brine swallowed up by dark fabric, my cheeks hot, I panted for breath.
“Taste it then,” he whispered, and painted my tongue. “Taste what I did to you and tell me how much you don’t want this. I’ll wait.”
Something in my chest shattered at the tangy sweetness, and without pausing to think, I twisted. Lunged for the meat of his wrist, and sank my teeth into the muscle with a desperate sob.
He cursed, and with crushing force, the full bulk of a furious male fell across my back. Pressing every last sip of air from my lungs. “Let go,” he whispered, voice tight with the unmistakable edge of pain.
I shook my head. Rallying free of the seductive lure he’d spun through my brain.
