Conner is all military. He believes in his cause and his planet. He's determined to find the assassins that killed his best friend's mate before he takes out his next target, and he doesn't expect to live beyond the end of it.
Rhea's quest for the people who killed her parents leads her to Conner, the man with all the answers. The only way to get her enemies is to pose as Conner's submissive, which she does willingly, but what happens when he marks her as his mate?
What happened to her? When had she become this strange creature that craved Conner Mitchum’s hands, his fingers, his punishment? Intent on killing him, she hadn’t considered what would happen if she succumbed to the sexual attraction she had ignored. Now the price had to be paid.
She planned to kill him. Instead, he mastered her. He was no longer Conner Mitchum. He was her master, the man who held her orgasm in his hands. She couldn’t explain it, even to herself. But she wasn’t going to admit it to him. No fucking way.READ MORE
The need within her almost drowned her. But he controlled her responses, each one darker and more intense than the last. She shuddered beneath him, his cock just barely within her throbbing pussy. Holding back her orgasm was becoming painful. But he hadn’t told her to come. Suddenly it was the most important thing in the world to hold back. Why? This man was the enemy. He was not her master.
His power over her was insidious and strong. She fought him and herself. Don’t listen to him. He can’t tell you what to do. She was pinned beneath him, but she did the one thing he’d ordered her not to.
She let the wave wash over her with a crash, and her orgasm ripped through her. Her nipples tingled, her muscles tried to clench his cock inside her. He withdrew swiftly, but that didn’t stop the flow of her cum pressing outward and drenching her thighs. His hand wrapped around her throat, and still, she convulsed, her release like the wind, blowing through them both.
Tears slid from her eyes. She’d defied him, disobeyed him. What now? Adrenaline shot through her. His hand gripped her throat, his cock iron hard on her inner thigh. His eyes glittered like emeralds. His brown hair was mussed, his features tight with displeasure. “You will call me ‘Master.’” His hand tightened, and she gasped for breath. “When you do, you’ll know what that means.”
He yanked her to her feet and twisted her arms behind her back. His voice was harsh. “I don’t know who you are, but you tried to kill me. That makes everything you’ve said on those lovely questionnaires null and void by my standards.”
She struggled and turned her head to glare at him. “You can’t.”
“I can, and I will.” He smiled, and something in the expression made her blood turn to ice. He jerked her toward the luxurious bed in the other room. From a bag on the floor, he removed an item she’d never seen before. What the fuck was that thing? It had two straps with metal clips on either end and a huge ball in the center. He shoved her facedown on the bed and gripped the back of her hair to lift her head up. The ball was against her lips. He wanted that thing in her mouth? But then she wouldn’t be able to --
She suddenly realized her predicament. Without the ability to say her safe word, she couldn’t stop anything. She clamped her lips shut and struggled in earnest. His fingers pinched her nose, and her mouth flew open. He jammed the ball in until it stretched her mouth so far, she thought it would crack her jaw.
He flipped her over, and she clawed at him, her hands flashing out in vicious slashes. He captured them and slammed them over her head. “This is against all the rules, little bird. But I’m a man who has a job to do. If you’re not my contact, I can’t let you off this ship.”
In a smooth movement that allowed her no chance to fight, he pulled her to the head of the bed and cuffed her wrists with the restraints there. He clasped her ankles in cuffs at the foot of the bed, her legs splayed open.
His gaze traveled over her, and to her humiliation, her nipples tightened and her pussy throbbed. He shook his head. “If the Brotherhood sent you, they know me better than I know myself. You were made for me.” His fingers gently traced her shoulder and along the side of her breast. She couldn’t control the shiver that flowed along her body. What had made her think she could go after Conner Mitchum?
She turned her face away. His voice seemed hard and unfriendly. “I’ll make some inquiries about you, little bird. You’d better hope I can find out who you really are.”
There was death in his voice, but she didn’t care anymore. Her chance to avenge her family was gone. All that was left was this humiliating submission that made her want to hurl.
When the door closed and the darkness closed in, she wished she could just die.COLLAPSE