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“Stop!” I yell, but instead, the Aurelian slaps my ass twice more in quick succession. The crack of his hand against my bottom fills the room. I’ve never felt such intense humiliation before.

Then, he finally puts me back down on the bed. My mouth hangs open, and my cheeks are flushed red.

“That was a warning,” the Aurelian looms over me. “Keep a civil tongue in your mouth – because next time, I won’t be gentle.”

That was gentle?

I look up, and I shudder. It’s not just me who was affected by that impromptu spanking.

The Aurelian towers over me, and his voice is raw and gasping.

My eyes drop to the hardening rod swelling out the front of his pants. The alien bastard gotturned onby spanking me!

The pulse quickens between my thighs. My stomach churns.

I’ve never seen a hard cock in the flesh before – and now, all that separates me from the huge, monstrousthingin this Aurelian’s pants is his self-restraint. I can tell that restraint is as strained as the fabric of his pants.

I crawl under the blankets, too shocked to say anything. At any second, I know he could snap.

I’ve read about the mating rage of the Aurelians – you’d better believe I’ve read about it, often late at night with all but my bedside light on.

This beastly Aurelian is clearly on the verge of losing control – of ripping my thin nightshirt off and claiming me. I can’t help but imagine how helpless I’d feel beneath his huge, muscular body – how he’d press himself down against me, his rasping voice panting in my ear as he grunts and growls in his lust-fueled rage.

I’m so ashamed. My nipples harden treacherously, heat rising between my legs.

“Tell me you’ll be civil.”

Oblivious to my own rising heat, the Aurelian utters that order in a flat tone of voice. He’s regaining control of himself now that I’m hidden beneath the bedsheets. His breathing thankfully slows.

“I-I will,” I stammer. “I’ll be civil.”

“Sir.”

The Aurelian’s voice is dull, but his eyes are burning with hunger.

“I’ll be civil,sir,” I say, looking down – unable to meet his eyes.

For a second, the Aurelian just stares at me hungrily. Then, he abruptly turns and leaves – closing the door to the bedroom behind him.

Suddenly, I’m all alone – a prisoner in an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar thoughts welling up in my flustered, confused mind.

I can still feel the sting of that Aurelian’s hand on my rump. I can still feel the burn of shame in my mind at the way my body reacted to the humiliation. I hate that this alien stranger has such an instant and powerful effect on me. Somehow, feeling so powerless – so helpless as he punished me – made me ache formore.

I squirm with shame. I can’t control it. It’s like some dark secret I’ve been holding onto my entire life, and now I’m on the verge of blurting it out and finally getting it off my conscience.

I force myself to focus. I force myself to ignore my captor.

And then, to my surprise, a smile comes to my face.

No matter how helpless this situation feels, relief floods over me.

Gerard is alive!

That’s the most important thing.

Secondly, I need a plan.

I need to think practically. I’m trapped in this luxurious, penthouse bedroom, and my mind is the only tool I have. The last fifteen minutes has been tumultuous – and so there’s no more time to waste.