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)
“That is enough, London!” he roared.
There was that name again. Her sister! “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not —”
“Silence! The only words I want to hear from your lips are the sound of you begging for mercy. By the end of the day, you’ll be screaming my name. And once we’re back on Thibius, we’re to be married as planned.”
Blood pounded in her ears as her heart rate sped up. “Married? Are you crazy? I’m not —”
“London, I’ve already told you, I don’t want to hear it. You’ve caused me enough trouble as it is.”
His statement stunned her. London was supposed to marry this man? This situation was getting stranger by the moment. Is this what had happened to her twin? And mother? Were they abducted by aliens?
Alien abduction? Maybe she’s seen way too many science fiction movies but somehow, she believed if there were other intelligent beings on other planets, they’d be green with multiple tentacles. Besides, being built like a supersized muscular version of a comic book hero, he looked like any other human.
As fantastical as being taken to another world sounded, it sort of made sense. When she was old enough, Paris had investigated the disappearance of her mother and sister but had found no traces of them. The only clue left behind was her mother’s abandoned vehicle with her keys and purse left behind. Most people would have given up on the idea of ever seeing their loved ones again but in Paris’s heart, she knew her sister was somehow alive despite there being no trace of her.
Maybe it was a freaky twin thing, but it explained the dreams she’d had growing up of a girl who looked like her, but wasn’t. The girl had been in a strange place, in different clothing. Clothing appeared to be made from the same material the barbarian now wore.
Had she secretly known of her sister’s whereabouts all this time? And what about her mother? Was she also alive? Hopefully her sister and mother hadn’t been separated. “Do you know what happened to my mother?”
“Oh?” He lifted a dark brow. “So you’ve finally given your poor mother a thought? The queen has been worried sick about you. Not that you care since you saw fit to run off the way you did—stealing one of your father’s heliocrafts? Those small ships weren’t built to cross galaxies. You’re lucky to be alive. How did you get as far as you did?”
She didn’t understand any of the nonsense he spouted besides, what he’d said about her mom. She was also alive? “Whoa! Wait a minute. My mother is a queen? How is that possible? When did that happen?”
He tilted his head to the side and looked at her as if she’d sprouted an eye in the middle of her forehead. “I see you’re still in a game playing mood. Fine. We’ll see if you like my kind of games.” He walked across the room to what looked like a control panel with all kinds of buttons.
Paris renewed her struggles. “Look, there’s been some mistake. I’m not Princess London. My name is —” Her words were halted when a pair of mechanical hands popped out from the sides of the chair and grabbed at the fastening of her metal bra. She renewed her fight.
What kind of contraption was this? “What are you doing to me? This isn’t funny.”
“It’s not my intention to amuse you. No. By the time I’m finished with you, there will be an altogether new emotion you’re going to feel.”
“This is rape,” she hissed at him.
He threw his head back and laughed.
It wasn’t the reaction she’d expected.
“There’s so much fire in you, Princess. You were all sweet smiles and coyness on Thibius. Has Earth changed you so much?”
“I told you I—oh,” she gasped. The mechanical hands undid the front clasp of her bra, setting her breasts free. Heat flooded her face.
Fire blazed within the depths of his gaze. Her nipples puckered against the cool air of the room.
“You throw out that word rape so easily, but was it rape when you moaned and wiggled against my fingers and mouth? Was it rape when I fucked you with my tongue? You were so wet, you were ready to come and would have if I hadn’t stopped.
Admit it, Princess, you wanted me.”
Sheer stubbornness made her deny what they both knew was the truth. Maybe her mind didn’t want him, but her body seemed to. Paris would be damned if she’d admit it though.
“Ah, I see you want to say you didn’t feel anything, but your body will give you away every time. You have a gorgeous body, London. I’m going to enjoy acquainting myself with it.”
“Never. The only thing you can do for me is let me go!” she raged, angry tears springing to her eyes. She was more upset with herself for the sensations she had no business feeling. What had this man done to her?