Yet still, the insolent child in her resisted, illustrating the battle raging within.It wasn’t right that he’d taken her and was touching her that way.She’d never asked for any of it.
Intending to tug her fingers from his, she yanked her arm backward, but releasing her digits, Kronos met her response with a swat to her vulnerable ass.
“Oww!”
She twisted to see the impact, inadvertently releasing her grip on the cover still protecting what remained of her modesty.Pulling it free from her fingers, Kronos flung the blanket to the bed, his gaze hungry as it devoured the look of her breasts.
There was a storm crashing in his hazel eyes, a dark and dangerous tempest that spoke of ravenous lust as well as other repercussions.She thought she wanted Shaun, but he was nothing compared to the ferocity, intensity, and resolve of Kronos.
If he demanded more than a spanking from her, what would she do?
She wanted him, didn’t she?She’d had no qualms about yearning to get her hands on his body, but staring into his swirling gaze, those waters were muddied, as though she sensed viscerally that engaging with Kronos would be more than only a quick fuck.
He’d told her that she was his, that she belonged to him…
Would he expect her to offer her sexuality as well as her backside?
“I do not give you permission to do this,” she squeaked.
Frantic to regain some semblance of control over her situation, her hands rose to cover her nipples, but a part of her had already accepted that her resistance was futile.Someone as powerful as Kronos—for how could she any longer call him a mere man—who could command her to his side, would do whatever he craved, and there was little she could do to stop him.
“Enough!”
The reverberation of his command pulsed through her body, temporarily taking her breath away.Wide-eyed, she stared at him, unsure how even someone that big had created such a roaring sound.
“Kristina.”His voice was gentler then, and she got the distinct impression that he was working hard to recover his composure.She might have been smugger about his loss of control had she not been naked and forced to submit, and had her wellbeing not rested solely on his large and apparently capable hands.“Give in, little one, or you know I will make you.”
Sniffing back her confused tears, she locked gazes with the giant who seemed intent on bringing her to heel.Briefly, on the daunting, cold road, she thought he’d saved her.For a short-lived moment, he had, but standing there, she was all too aware that all he’d done by scaring away the street thugs was to take her for himself.
For the first time in her life, she realized that she had no say whatsoever in what was about to happen.
The brooding hulk who called himself her master would have his way.
Whatever her opinion.
Chapter Fourteen
Kronos
Kronos saw the moment she ceded.Her shoulders shifted, slumping in a subtle and almost indiscernible way, and something altered in the seas of her watering eyes, a glint of something he could only perceive as resignation.
There was tension in the air.He didn’t know if it was his will manifesting the energy, or if the highly-charged connection between them was responsible, but he sensed it.Like smoke in the atmosphere, it curled around them, drawing her even closer.
“Please don’t hurt me, Master.”Her voice was a throaty plea, although her palms still cupped her ample assets in a futile attempt to hide them from him.
Silly girl.
He wondered if the thought had resonated as far as her pretty head.Had she not yet learned that Kronos knew best?He would choose when to rebuke and when to soothe.He knew how to handle wayward women who thought they knew what they needed better than him.He had centuries of experience.
“I will color your backside for the disrespect you showed me, but I meant what I said.”His palm lowered to the delicious curve of her ass cheek, a jolt of electricity racing from his hand to his cock when he pressed his flesh to hers.So smooth and alluring, it was as though her body was made to yield to his.“I will cause you no serious damage or permanent harm, but I will make you mine.”
She gulped, her breaths labored when he squeezed her tempting cheek.Kronos had had no idea who would answer his call when he sent the flier out to her graduate hall, but sitting there ready to tame the minnow who’d taken his bait, he couldn’t have been more satisfied with the outcome.
“Ready, little one?”
He didn’t know why he asked.She was acquiescing whether she thought it was a good idea or not, yet he sensed the conflict in her, her offense slowly giving way to the side of Kristina that instinctively realized what Kronos could offer her.Enslavement, yes, but only a finite confinement, and in her bondage, the acknowledgement that he would offer her the universe.
“Master.”
