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)
Was she nuts to think this? She had to be, but that didn’t matter at this moment.
What was happening to her felt too good to deny right now. Her juices flowed, wetting her thighs and dripping onto her seat. The metal dildo slid in and out of her, and Paris finally opened her eyes. The first things she saw were intense green eyes boring into hers.
She licked her lips nervously. He wanted her and by God, she wanted him too.
And she didn’t even know his name.
“Say the words,” he suddenly growled.
“What?” she asked dumfounded.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I…” Could she finally admit it to him? “I…”
“Say it, Princess. Tell me you want me.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
His eyes grew stormy. “Say it now!” he growled. The harshness of his tone snapped her out of the trance she’d been in.
“Never,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“No?”
“No,” she agreed stubbornly.
“I’ll have your complete surrender, but you won’t be rewarded until I am.”
Turning back to the control panel, he flipped a switch which shut off all the machines.
The monitors went black and the metal hands and dildo retreated. The sex machine moved back, the floor swallowing it once again.
The bottom of the chair slid back, pushed her thighs back together. Her ankle restraints unlocked. The only things that remained were the bonds around her wrists.
“Why… why did you stop?”
“From your very lips, you said you didn’t want this. I’m simply giving you what you want, Princess. Perhaps the next time we meet, you’ll be a little more honest with me and yourself.”
And with that, he left the room.
Paris screamed her frustration. “You son of a bitch! Come back here and finish what you started!”
There were many things he could have done, but leaving her body on the verge of climax for the second time without the means of relief was by far the worst thing ever. Was there something wrong with her? Why did she want him so much, and the question that plagued her the most: why didn’t she try harder to tell him she wasn’t London?
Chapter
Six
“Sire, I think there’s something you need to see.”
Blaze looked up to see Captain Lormanir had entered his private chamber. “Does it pertain to my daughter?”
“Of course, Sire. I wouldn’t have disturbed you otherwise.”
Blaze nodded. “Very well, I’ll join you shortly.”
Lormanir bowed before backing out of the room and leaving Blaze alone once again.
Where was London? The land mass of this part of the world alone was quite large. Their only bet now was the DNA tracker, but even with that, they’d have to lock on to her coordinates and that could only happen if they were within a couple hundred miles of her. It would be at least another day or so before they picked up her exact location.
He shut his eyes and sighed. The last words he and London had exchanged were angry ones. Blaze had been so sure he was doing the right thing by arranging London’s betrothal to one of Thibius’s champions. Instead of being happy about the union, however, London had immediately expressed her displeasure. If he’d only listened to her, she’d be home safe instead of on this primitive planet doing who knew what and with whom.
London was an innocent, pampered for most of her life. How would she ever be able to fend for herself? He shuddered at the thought. He’d give anything to find her safe, even re-thinking her betrothal to Zahn. In the back of Blaze’s mind, he’d known it wasn’t a love match between the general and his daughter, but he believed Zahn would take good care of London.
How could he have been so selfish as to sentence his daughter to a loveless marriage, especially when he himself loved his Calliope with each breath he took? He’d been so concerned with securing her future, Blaze hadn’t taken love into consideration.
His portable communicator beeped. He looked at the device on his wrist with a frown. No one was authorized to contact him while he was on the mission, unless it was one of his family members. When he hit the hologram projector, the image of his wife appeared. “Calliope. It’s a surprise to hear from you. Is everything all right with you and our sons?”
She gave him a small smile of reassurance. “Yes, we’re okay. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I contacted you because I wanted to check on your progress. How are you doing?”
He threaded his fingers through his hair in a gesture of frustration. “We may have found a couple leads. I believe we should find her soon.”
Calliope clasped her hands together, relief evident on her lovely face. “Oh, thank goodness. I’ve been fretting about that since she left Thibius. I’ve had trouble sleeping, but I can at least rest easier tonight knowing you’ll find her. Do you think you’ll be home soon?”