Dark Revenge
| BDSM, Sci-Fi/Futuristic | The Teran Series, Book 1 |
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“I like my sex rough and my women restrained.”
So declares Alex’s captor, shortly after they’re mated in a ritual of vengeance. Though her body lustfully yields to her new mate’s dominant will, her mind is only too aware of the tumultuous past they share. She and Tory fought side by side in the military…until he was exiled for treason, an accusation leveled and proven by Alex’s own brother.
Tory is determined to take revenge on the family who falsely accused him…and to win back the woman he’s always loved. If he can’t win her heart, though, he’ll settle for her body—preferably tied up, flogged and begging for him. When they find themselves in the middle of a brewing civil war, they have to learn to trust each other with more than just their bodies. If they can’t, humanity itself may pay the price.
Excerpt
Had it all been a bad dream? Alex blinked her eyes and focused. Tory’s face hovered over hers. She was on his bed, in his quarters, at his mercy. She was his Saria, the object of his revenge. His mate. Teran One law was clear. Until his thirst for revenge was sated, he could do as he wished. As long as he could prove he had a right to take her.
And he’d proven it, according to all the Teran One traditions.
It all could have been so different. If she hadn’t believed everything she’d seen. If she’d trusted her heart instead of her mind. If she hadn’t turned her back on the one man who meant anything at all to her.
“Such pretty tears,” he said, finally, his gaze cold. All the pity and warmth she’d seen in the conference room was gone. “I wonder if you realize now how much trouble you’re in.” He lifted his body off hers and jerked her to her feet. She didn’t have time to fight him when he yanked her closer and wrenched her arms behind her back. “Before you destroyed me, you should have known who you were dealing with.”
“What do you mean?” She’d known. He was a bad boy, a man who fought fiercely, but only in his own best interests. He loved his men, but because they fought by his side, not because of who they were. Oh she knew him, all right. He gambled, flew by the seat of his pants and fucked any woman who let him. The word duty wasn’t in the man’s vocabulary. She knew exactly who, and what, he was. She knew he liked rain, and how children made him smile and—
“I mean that I have deviant tastes,” he said as he grinned at her. Her heart pounded and sweat dripped from her forehead. He nodded. “That’s right. I like my sex rough and my women restrained. And since you’d probably kill me if you could, it’s a good thing I do. For me. Not so much for you.”
He flicked a button on a huge console near the door. A large metal…thing dropped from the ceiling and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. A long beam the length of the room held several different hooks, cuffs, leather straps and other things that she didn’t recognize. She couldn’t help it. She trembled.
“Please, Tory,” she said, trying not to sound like she was begging, even though she was. “Don’t do this. My family left me money—” She sucked in a breath as he jerked on her arms, tightening his hold.
The grin was gone and his gaze glittered. Why hadn’t she noticed the cruelty in his eyes before this? Because she’d avoided his gaze, afraid to fall for his seduction and drown. Now, they shone with evil intent.
“This isn’t about money. This is about revenge.” He kicked her feet into two metal restraints that she hadn’t noticed on the floor. Then he roughly clicked her wrists into restraints that had her arms extended to the ceiling. He picked up his laser pistol and aimed it at her body.
She tensed, even though she was well aware he had no intention of killing her. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t maim her, cut her. After all, she could still serve her purpose as his mate and continue the bloodline, even with scars. She closed her eyes, but his image was burned into her brain.
When she’d first met him, he’d resembled an Old Earth pirate with his black hair and seductive blue eyes. He’d swaggered, he’d joked, he’d had no sense of the seriousness of his missions. Even as a Black Ops officer, he was a wild card. But he always got the job done. His lack of respect for authority kept him from promotions, but his men loved him. Women fawned over him but he didn’t brag. The women did. How “good” he was, how skilled he was.
But then, those women hadn’t banished him from his home. She had.
The restraints bit into her wrists and her ankles throbbed. Her arms were already sore from being splayed in this position. Then, heat on her shoulder made her jerk. Her eyes flew open. He used the laser pistol as a cutting tool, slicing through the material of her uniform.
With precision, he cut through her clothes, her bra, her underwear and cold air hit her body as the shredded material dropped to the floor in burning bits. She shivered. Naked, unable to cover herself and completely exposed to his gaze, she wanted to die. Was this what he wanted? Her humiliation? Her subjugation? She wasn’t going to submit or surrender. She straightened her back and met his stare but almost glanced away when she noted the desire in his.
He took his time studying every inch of her. His gaze trailed heat over her skin as her body betrayed her. Her nipples tightened and she wanted to scream in frustration.
She didn’t want to want him. This was going to be rape. He would have to take her by force. She yanked on her wrists restraints, oblivious to the pain. She had to get away from him. Her pussy started to heat.
She was enjoying this.
How could that be? How could her body like the restraints, the way his eyes devoured her? How could she want this so much? She fought harder. If she didn’t get free, her humiliation would be more than if he raped her. She’d surrender.
“You know the requirements.” His gaze focused on her breasts and her nipples puckered more, reaching out for him. Requirements? Hell, she knew them better than anyone. To complete the ceremony of the Saria, he had to consummate the mating. It was his part, his duty.
“I’ll fight you,” she spat, even as her body betrayed her, her pussy throbbing, her breath coming fast.
“Please do,” he said and he smirked. “I always knew you were the woman for me.”