If Leo Eyler had any other way to find his enemy, he would use it. A stubborn princess doesn't suit his plans. Unfortunately, Princess Sera Placido is his only clue. The last thing she wants to do is cooperate with a Nyral Dominant who can’t keep his hands off her.
When Leo insists on running her security against the deadly Brotherhood, Sera realizes that assassins and a life-sucking planet may not be the most dangerous thing she has to deal with. Her growing passion for Leo is. For although they clash, he intends to win both her body and her heart, and she's having a hard time resisting.
If they're going to survive, Sera has to learn to submit. Leo teaches her that she's marked for desire.
Leo grabbed the handhold in the wall near the entrance to the bridge. Then he almost lost his balance when the woman twisted the shuttle upside down and flipped back around. The engines screamed, and he used all his strength against the g-force to get into the copilot seat.
The princess glanced at him, but the only sign of her surprise was a jerk of her hand off the accelerator. Then she glared at him and yanked the shuttle into an arc, shooting through Teran space at incredible speed. He forced his hands to relax so he wouldn’t reveal his anxiety. “How far to the nearest gate?”
“Turn on the autopilot. We have to talk.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was going to have to give him the information he needed.
“I don’t have a thing to say to you, Dom Boy.”READ MORE
Dom Boy. What did she really know about Nyral doms? So she was aware of his cultural heritage from the planet Nylar. What she didn’t know was how much of that dominance had been twisted by his time as a Primarian soldier. Sethos Prime had taken his natural need to control up a notch. Uh-huh. Time to show her who was in charge. He hit the autopilot, deflecting her flying fists. Barely.
His hand gripped her arm and pulled her from the chair. He didn’t expect her to end up in his arms, her lips locked with his.
When her body flew into his, she tried to get away, but he held her tight. She hadn’t meant to kiss him. Had she? His mouth took over in seconds, and she groaned. When his tongue swept inside and dueled with hers, she struggled not to completely surrender.
He attracted her, yes, but even she didn’t throw herself at men this fast. This wasn’t what she had planned. When he tore his lips from hers, she whispered her protest. It slipped out. Like begging. She bit her lip.
He gripped her wrists and yanked her hands out of his hair. “You need to learn who’s in charge, sweetheart.” She shuddered at his hard, insistent tone.
“Whoever can take the power is in charge,” she taunted as she slid her hips closer, rubbing against his cock like a cat.
After all, he was male. He should lose his mind and slam her against the wall, take what she offered, and forget about punishment or retribution. But she’d underestimated his control. He nipped her lips but held her hands behind her back. “No. I’m in charge.”
She stared at him, challenged him. He wasn’t the first man who thought he was going to gain the upper hand. They all broke in the end. Because all men wanted one thing. Pussy. They wanted to fuck, and they gave up everything to get it. “All men think they are.”
His fingers tightened on her wrists, his mouth close to hers. “I know all about you. Don’t mistake me for one of those tame Nyral dominants you manipulate in the sex clubs, Princess. They play nice.” His gaze was cold and intense. “I don’t. I suggest you cooperate with me.”
She let her gaze travel over him slowly. “Why you? I’m sure there are plenty of more qualified men I could choose.” He’d unsettled her, threw her off her game. It was imperative she maintain control, and he wrenched that away from her. Worst of all, he barely put any effort into it. He just…took it.
One of his eyebrows rose. “Because I know the most about how the Brotherhood works. And because you don’t want another man.”
Her lip curled. “And modest too. How can I resist you?”
For a moment, a dark, forbidding expression twisted his features, and she shivered, fear tripping along her nerves. He held all the cards. How would he play them? His lips tightened. “Princess, I don’t give a hot damn whether you do or not, but I’m going to find out why the Brotherhood is so interested in you.”
She jerked her arm away from him and put distance between them. “So, I don’t have a choice in this?”
He shook his head. “Not really. The Placido council will be informed that I’ve taken over your security detail.” He stepped closer until his breath whispered over her face. “Every move you make, I’ll be there.”
She snorted. “Right. Isn’t that romantic? You’re like a bad hero in a bad romance, Leo Eyler.” She put her hands up to her face in mock fear. “Oh my!” She made her voice high and insipid. “How will I ever survive without the big, strong bodyguard to protect me?”
His eyes narrowed. “You have a vicious tongue, Princess.” When he smiled, his lips were thin and bloodless. “But I can deal with it as long as you do as I say.”
She glared at him. “You don’t know me very well.”
“Anytime you want to change that…” One of his eyebrows lifted.
Her teeth ground together, and she whirled away from him to take her seat in the cockpit. “You just hold your breath.”
She took the ship off autopilot and jammed the engines into full power. The satisfaction of watching Leo Eyler grip his armrests was spoiled by the knowledge that she wasn’t going to have any say in this.COLLAPSE