Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Fingers delved into her hot slick channel, almost taking her to a climax, but denying her, leaving Paris with a desolate feeling. More than anything she craved total fulfillment.
When she woke up, Paris was no longer chained to the bed, nor was she naked, but she might as well have been. The metal bra, cool against her skin, was tight and pinched her breasts uncomfortably. Thong underwear was barely covered by a blue silk loin cloth. She looked like a chick in chain mail from one of those really bad sci-fi B movies.
Who had dressed her in this obscene outfit?
Instead of the large soft bed she’d fallen asleep on, she was in a chair, her hands positioned on the arm rests. She looked around her. The odd room had the appearance of some kind of mad scientist’s lab, with all its weird looking gadgets. The walls were covered with monitors.
When she attempted to stand, restraints popped out of the arm rests and quickly locked over her wrists, holding them in place. Her bonds tightened the harder she struggled. What kind of device was this? Had she been brought to a high-tech torture chamber? And where was the barbarian?
She gasped when her restraints gripped her harder. Only when she relaxed her body did they loosen—slightly. “Help me! Please someone help me!” Paris screamed, even though she had the distinct impression no one would come to her aid. She still had to try. “Please, someone!”
She would not cry. No matter what she wouldn’t let that bastard win. Screaming at the top of her lungs and twisting around in the chair, she tried to get someone’s attention, but that only served to make her throat ache and wrists hurt.
Suddenly, the monitors came on and they all showed her. What was going on?
The large screen in front of Paris showed her close up. Heat surfaced in her cheeks. To see herself so up close and personal like this was embarrassing. The way her hair was tousled, coupled with the obscene outfit she wore, she looked like a harem girl.
Is that what the hunky alien had in mind? Put her in some kind of harem? If that was what he thought, he had another think coming. Realizing it was futile to try escaping from the tight bonds, Paris calmed down and thought of her next course of action.
Just then, the object of her earlier contemplation walked into the room. He was dressed similarly to the way she’d first seen him in, but this time he was bare-chested.
Her heart fluttered. Damn. She wasn’t supposed to be happy to see him. He’d kidnapped her for crying out loud.
A smile crossed his harsh face, but it wasn’t one of humor. The expression in his eyes was hungry and lustful and Paris couldn’t fight back the shiver that spread through her body. She licked her suddenly dry lips.
Maybe if she tried to reason with him, he’d let her go. Just as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized it was wishful thinking on her part. Especially with the way he now looked at her.
His gaze latched on to the small movement of her tongue and she turned her head away, unable to meet the intensity of that dark green gaze. Why out of all the men she’d ever run across was this the one who made her more aware of her femininity than any other man—this person who might not be human? She’d seen enough sci-fi movies to realize maybe there could be some kind of reptilian creature beneath his humanoid flesh.
Paris forced herself to look into his eyes again, trying desperately not to get lost in their depths. “Please let me out of this thing. I think you’ve made a mistake.”
He frowned, cocking his head to the side. Then he spoke harshly in that indiscernible language.
“I don’t understand.” She shook her head.
His nostrils flared. Holding out his wrist, he pressed down on a raised part of his skin.
She wondered what he was doing. “Did you hear what I said?” she demanded.
“I heard you the first time, but now I finally understand what you’re saying. What game are you playing? Why are you speaking in the Earth tongue?”
“You speak English!” Her eyes widened in surprise.
The barbarian gave her a narrow-eyed stare. “It seems like I must since you’re not being cooperative. Thanks to this language chip I’ve implanted in my arm, I can understand and speak most known languages.”
“Who are you?”
Again he frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. “So you wish to continue with the games, Princess?”
Her eyes widened. “Princess? Me?” She’d been called many things in her lifetime, but this was a new one.
“Aye, London. You are a princess, though a spoiled one. Perhaps it is time for you to behave as someone befitting your station.”
“My station? I don’t even know who you are!”