Chapter Two

Seriana could do no more than blink before she was spun around and pressed against a rock hard chest. She caught a glimpse of blazing eyes and a flat mouth before she was thrown into a whirlwind of desire.

Hard lips descended over hers with enough force to make her gasp. The minute she opened her mouth, his tongue invaded, and his touch turned into seduction incarnate. Moulding his mouth to hers, he swept the soft petals of her lips with enough heat to make her moan. His arms curled around her frame, bringing her tight against his body.

The padding prevented her from truly feeling him, but the rocking motion of his pelvis told her he more than wanted her.

Seducing her mouth, he teased her tongue, stroking and thrusting until she wanted to melt through the floor. He tasted like ambrosia, heady and addicting and enticing all at once. Knowing it was Abjon but unable to stop herself, she reached for his hair and sighed as she felt the whispery soft strands under her fingertips.

He deepened the kiss and hugged her tighter, making her knees tremble and her sex pool with want. She could feel her undergarments wet with her desire, could feel her nipples chafing the padding crushing her sensitivity. She groaned in defeat, that he could make her want him so soon, so easily, when she’d spent the past year running from him, running from this.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” His voice sounded deeper, more enthralling than she remembered, and she had to concentrate to avoid falling under his spell.

His arms encircled her firmly but without pressure. The contrast between his deadly potential and his gentle restraint increased her susceptibility where he was concerned. She found his strength and his control unbearably sexy.

Trying to still her trembling, she managed a faint but steady voice. “How did you find me?”

He said nothing, merely stared from her hair to her overly large breasts. His smile, when it came, was hard, measuring. “I always find what I’m looking for, didn’t you know that, Seriana?” He sounded cool, his anger in check but there close to the surface.

“Abjon—”

“Say it again, say my name.”

She shivered, confronted with his threatening sensuality. “Abjon. Let me go.”

He ignored her, releasing her so he could study her costume. “Take it off.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I said, take it off. Do it, or I will.”

Nervously eyeing the bulging arms he crossed over his massive chest, she considered her options.

“I have no more patience, Seriana,” he said in a low voice, all the more menacing for its quiet. “If you don’t take it off, all of it, right now, I’ll do what I’ve been fantasising about since you left.” He grabbed her hand and held it to his crotch. His erection was huge and swelling. He caught his breath, his eyes glittering with need. “Take it off, or I will.”

She snatched her hand away as if burned, then ripped off the hair falsifier. The minute the small band left her scalp, her hair returned to its natural blue-black shine.

“Much better,” Abjon murmured.

She peeled the fake skin from her face, chest and arms, not surprised that Abjon’s gaze lingered over her still padded bosom. When she’d removed all the fake skin, she moved to the pads under her clothing. His bland nod of encouragement had her gritting her teeth. Though he loomed over her, she’d never really been afraid of him. Of course, he never used to look at her as if she were a meal he had every intention of devouring whole.

When she had discarded all the padding to the floor, she waited.

“I said all of it.”

“But that is all of it.” She didn’t understand. Did he want her to—

“To your bare skin. And don’t forget the false lenses shielding your eyes.”

She gasped. “I’m not going to—”

He reached her in the blink of an eye, his speed as deceptive as his calm. “I told you not to play games.” He ripped her dress right down the middle, leaving her with nothing more than a pair of sheer panties and a thin camisole he quickly discarded.

Frozen, she pressed her legs together and stood under his large hands, extremely conscious of the calluses roughening his palms. He skimmed his hands over her hair and down her frame, lingering over her flushed breasts and wet folds. The heat from his hands only increased her excitement, and she felt so slick that every time she shifted, her inner thighs slid against one another. 

His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. Shoving her legs apart, he cupped her, rubbing his thick fingers through her heat, making her blush with embarrassment. He stared deeply into her eyes and frowned. She silently cursed him to deep space, so ready to come she wanted to howl with frustration, and all from his simple touch. The sex toys she’d used for so many years didn’t compare to him. At all.

“Take out the eye pieces.” He didn’t remove his hand but kept it still.

Trying very hard not to move against his fingers, not to climax and show ultimate vulnerability to a man like Abjon, she did as he ordered and removed the small disks masking her eye colour. “Good,” he murmured and slid his fingers between her folds and across her clit, working her without mercy.

She gasped, unable to stop the desperate moan from crossing her lips. “No, wait, Abjon,” she keened as his fingers plucked her throbbing clit. She clutched his biceps and closed her eyes.

And then he stopped. “Look at me,” he rumbled in a thick voice.

She opened her eyes and stared at him while he threw her into a vortex of need and desire so acute it was painful. He continued to finger her, sliding his thick digits over her pussy. But each time she neared climax, he slowed then withdrew.

“Please, I need…” She was close to begging and couldn’t stop herself. This was why she’d run, because she had no control when it came to him. Her entire body responded to him as if made for him.

He slipped a finger inside her, and her entire body clenched.

“Will you give me what I want?” His finger slid out of her while he waited for her response.

She writhed. She tried to hold out. But he rotated his middle finger over her clit, so softly she might have imagined it. He increased the pressure, sliding ever so slowly, and she wanted to scream.

“Please,” she begged again, needing to end the unbearable tension holding her body hostage. “Whatever you want, Abjon. Whatever you want,” she sobbed.

He thrust a finger inside her and flicked her ripe nub with his thumb.

She shrieked and gripped his forearms tight to keep herself from falling as an intense orgasm ripped through her.

His eyes swirled with red fire, the orange depths of his irises changing, flickering to burnished gold as he watched her.

Drugged by the complacency of relief, she was his for the asking. And he knew it. With deliberate patience, he unbuttoned the stays of his trousers until all of him was revealed. His turgid cock bobbed with need, moisture coating the tip, making the dusky copper length glisten in the light.

“Take me in your mouth,” he ordered, his breathing uneven as he grasped the root of his shaft, readying for her.

Surprised by how much she wanted to taste him, Seriana followed him to the bed and waited while he sat and spread his legs wide. She knelt between his thighs and lowered her mouth to the head of his cock, slick with his own arousal. His desire shifted the power between them, showed her how much he wanted her touch. Before she tasted him, she glanced up and smiled.

His brows rose in surprise, and he opened his mouth to speak but ended on a groan as she licked him. The look in his eyes made her want to devour him. Touching him, tasting him, had her desire rushing back.

Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her lips over the crown of his shaft, sliding over the velvety tip as if savouring a meal. He was large and thick, and putting her mouth over him took some adjustment. But the look on his face was worth it. Pleasured agony stretched his lips taut, made him close his eyes as he strove for control.

Seriana felt his thighs tremble. With soft hands, she ran her fingers through the curly black hair surrounding his cock. He moaned and surged through her lips, enough to make her suck harder to increase his arousal. His sac tightened in her palm, his balls firm against the base of his shaft.

She pulled back and sucked on his cockhead while she used a hand to rub the part of his shaft not covered by her mouth. With her tongue she stroked his glans, licking with featherlight strokes that brought more moisture to his slit. 

His hands found her hair and tightened around her head. “Oh yes. More,” he demanded and gently pushed her head down.

She greedily engulfed as much of him as she was able. Her clit pulsed with pleasure as she sucked him, and before long he was gripping her hair to control his short, pulsed thrusts. Just deep enough to entice, but not hard enough to hurt her.

“By Vas’s balls, I need to fuck you,” he said on a groan. “I need to come in that wet, hot cunt.”

She sucked harder and cupped his balls, rubbing the velvety skin with light fingers.

His orgasm burst from him in a fevered rush. He whispered her name as he spurted in her mouth. A large swell of seed rushed down her throat, and she greedily drank every drop.

She continued to milk him, needing to give him pleasure for reasons beyond her understanding. When his climax ended, she released him and tried to regain command of her flaming libido. But having tasted him and held him in her mouth, she throbbed with the need to come again.

“Still hungry for it, hmm?” he drawled and tugged her hair to make her stand.

Once on her feet, she let him turn her so that her back faced him, not wanting him to see the desire she couldn’t hide. She was uneasy about how easily he’d manipulated her.

“Morey, come here,” Abjon called.

A few moments later, to her embarrassment, Morey entered. He wore nothing but a pair of trousers that couldn’t conceal his erection.

“Damn, Abjon. I was so close. Had a thraia on her knees about to swallow me.”

“Save it. My toy is hungry and wet. Eat her for me.”

Morey’s displeasure faded and his smile grew. “Fuck, yeah.”

“No, I…”

“You do what I tell you, when I tell you. Spread your legs.” Abjon forced her to stand before him, her legs spread. His large hands left her hips to cup her breasts. He flicked her nipples and pinched them while Morey gripped her waist and knelt before her.

“You’ve done well, Morey. Consider this your reward.”

“Thanks, cap. You’re the best,” Morey murmured before sucking her clit into his mouth.

A master at the art, he licked and sucked until she couldn’t help arching into his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

“Morey’s got skills,” Abjon growled and pinched her harder. “He’s really damned good with that mouth, according to the ladies.”

The pleasured pain, Abjon’s scent, and Morey’s lips took her over the edge faster than she’d thought possible. Just as she came, Abjon pulled her away and sat her down over his thick, hard cock.

“That’s all, Morey,” Abjon rasped and began fucking her, lifting her up and down over his shaft. Morey left in a rush, no doubt to get back to his thraia.

She was so wet his girth didn’t overly bother her, though he was far bigger than anything she’d ever played with. The knowledge only made her hotter, her body overjoyed to finally have that missing pleasure synthetic toys could never match.

The sensation pushed her into another, harder orgasm and she cried out as she rode him.

He stilled and shuddered, spending inside her, and she felt every inch of his thick length as he stretched her wide.

But he didn’t let them bask in the moment. Once he finished, he pulled her off him, tucked himself back in his trousers, and forced her to face him.

Finally in control of herself, she took a deep breath and glanced up at him.

His face no longer bore any trace of vulnerability. Instead, he looked every inch a warrior from Ragga, an infamous pirate bent on plunder, bent on conquest.

He leant down and grabbed a piece of clothing. Tossing it at her, he said, “Put on the blue dress. No, leave my cum inside you. I want it dripping down your legs. Mine,” he growled. 

Still trying to regroup, she did so. Once she was dressed, he called for Morey again.

Morey appeared, still flushed, but no longer so…hard. The dopey grin on his face told her he’d reached his own peak. Stars, how embarrassing! She’d not only been royally fucked by Abjon, but Morey had participated. Too bad she couldn’t work up more shame and less arousal from the thought.

“Pack up everything and send it to Fidei.” One of the private islands on the planet. “Put her clothes and mine in the master suite. You know the rest.”

Morey nodded, his eyes bright with amusement. He licked his lips and grinned. “Sure thing, my lord.”

Abjon took Seriana by the arm in a grip meant to punish. Stunned at his sudden mood change, she had to run to keep up with him, too aware of his seed trickling down her thighs.

“Where are you taking me?” She tried to sound firm. “You have no right—”

“I have every right! You’re mine, and it’s time I showed you just what that means. What happened in that room is only the beginning.” He smiled, his expression not the least encouraging. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me not to.”

She fumed. He meant to manage her with sex, and from what they’d just shared, she had a bad feeling he’d succeed all too easily. She wanted to curse him, she wanted to rail at him, but she knew the truth as well as he did.

Her running had come to an end.

Bemused by the thought, a small part of her was glad. Though she’d resented him for the better part of her growing years, she realised something about him called to her on a deeper, more primal level. And it went deeper than the sex.

Now she had no choice but to deal with the situation. No more excuses. As she stared into his bronzed face, harsh from the sun and the bitter experience of life, she recognised a driving need to know him, inside and out.

Idiot. Great sex doesn’t equal love.

But it does equal fascination. Obsession. Sheer need.

The final barrier within her broke as she understood that running away had only heightened her conflicting feelings for the warrior dragging her through paradise.