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Chapter

Four

Z ahn had never been happier to be back on his ship. Now that London was in his grasp, he could head back to Thibius, but first, he’d see that they delayed the trip back for a couple days. He planned to mete out a little punishment.

He stretched out in his tub, sipping the heated wine from his chalice. The pollution on planet Earth left him with an unclean feeling. Zahn contemplated the events since he’d captured London. Something was definitely different about the princess he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She looked the same, save the haircut, but still, there was something else about her.

For one thing, when he caught her in the shower there had been fear.

Considering what he had in store for her she ought to be afraid, but there was a look of… what was it exactly? It almost seemed as if she didn’t recognize him.

After she’d passed out, Zahn had checked to make sure she was all right. Other than the bump on her head, he assured himself London was fine. He then used his cloaking device, normally used as a tool in warfare, to carry her back to the ship. It had been annoying enough to have all the curious bystanders staring at him on his own, but carrying an unconscious woman was quite another thing.

Placing his chalice down, Zahn stood up and grabbed a towel before drying himself.

It was time. He threw on a robe and strode into his adjoining room. London lay face down, arms stretched out with each wrist chained to his bed posts. Her legs were spread apart as well— also secured by the shackles. And she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. The expanse of soft silken skin, gently curving to a curvaceous backside, had his cock stiffening.

She was still unconscious, but not for long.

He walked over to the bed and sat next to her prone body. Her hair, which was now dry, framed her face with tight curls. He was so used to seeing her with long hair but the curls suited her.

He grazed her hair with the back of his hand. It was soft and he wanted to keep touching it but the rest of her still naked form caught his attention. Unable to help himself, he trailed his fingers along the back of her thighs. His gaze drifted to her plump pussy lips. Zahn continued his exploration, allowing his fingertips to graze her folds. Just then, she shivered as though sensing his touch and enjoying it.

He licked his lips in anticipation of the pleasure to come. London groaned, moving her head from side to side. She was coming to. Good. He preferred her to be awake for what he planned for her. She looked so lovely, so innocent in her slumber.

Then he remembered the humiliation he’d suffered at her hands and anger tore through his chest. “Wake up,” he growled, nudging her shoulder with a fierce poke.

She didn’t deserve to pose as an innocent, even in sleep. Not after what she’d done.

London stirred, a moan escaping her full lips. She stayed still for a moment before twisting her head until their eyes met. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but he covered it with his palm.

“Silence! You have a lot of nerve, Princess London Blazedawyter, to run away from home the way you did, worrying your parents and dishonoring your Emperor. People have been put to death for less, but you… you think because you’re a princess, you can do whatever you want. I’ve seen how you’re able to get your way with your father and mother, but it won’t be so with me. No, you’ll soon learn who your master is, and I am he.”

London’s eyes widened with what looked like fear, her muffled yells behind his palm still loud. Zahn almost felt sorry for her, but he couldn’t let her think she’d gotten the best of him. He’d show her he wasn’t as easily manipulated as everyone else on Thibius. With his free hand, he brought his palm crashing down on her rear. “Now be quiet.”

Zahn was aware of his strength and knew he didn’t use all of it, yet her dark eyes welled with tears. Maybe he was rougher with her than he should have been. “I wouldn’t have done it had you behaved, London. I am not a bad man. Things could be pleasurable between us as well. Let me show you.” Zahn removed his hand from her mouth before lowering his head.

He pressed his lips on the back of her graceful neck.

She stiffened momentarily and then renewed her struggles.

“The more you fight, the more you’ll tire yourself out.”

When she continued to fight, he slapped her buttocks again, this time with more power. He’d have her complete obedience before they made it back to Thibius. She stopped moving. A faint smile touched his lips. At least she was a fast learner. He watched her expression to see if she would try and scream again. London remained silent. They would be mates, so what better time to acquaint himself with her delectable body than right now?

She was at his complete mercy. On his ship, there was no one to override his commands. He was king. “I warned you, did I not? I told you to be still. If you try to test my authority again, you’ll receive more of the same. Now… where was I?” Zahn brushed his lips across her shoulder blade. Though she didn’t respond, she didn’t flinch away either.

He ran his hands along the delicate curve of her back, reveling in the softness of her pleasing body beneath his fingertips. Her dark skin hue against his pale hand created an erotic contrast. His cock throbbed, trying to break from his robe.

Her flowery scent drifted to his nostrils, making him more aware of her than ever. Each time his palms moved up her back, he brought them down, lower than before until he cupped her rounded cheeks. They were so luscious and firm, somewhat large for a woman of her petite stature, yet it was sexy.

This was the kind of backside meant for riding and fucking and that’s exactly what he intended to do—but not right now. At the moment, he wanted to draw a response from London and prove she wasn’t as indifferent to his touch as she pretended to be.

The kiss they’d shared earlier was not a figment of his imagination. She wanted him too. The longer his hands remained on her, the more she moaned.

Zahn dipped his hands lower, until his fingers grazed the puffy lips of her cunt. She shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

He felt her heat. Zahn smiled. “Ah, so you do like this?” He kneaded her inner thighs careful not to touch her sex again. By the time he was through with her, she’d be so hot for him she wouldn’t be able to think straight.

London whimpered before biting her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut as if blocking him out. He wanted no barriers between them, but for now, just knowing he was capable of turning her on was enough.

When she started to tremble, Zahn could no longer resist touching her where he most desired to. He eased one finger between the damp folds, pushing into her hot channel.

London groaned, straining against his hand.

Zahn chuckled. “You pretend you don’t want this, yet you’re wet for me—and tight.” Though he knew she was supposed to be a virgin, it filled him with possessive pride to have the fact confirmed. London was so snug around his finger she couldn’t be anything but.

She bucked her hips, almost as if she were trying to pull away, but he placed a palm on her back, to still her. “There’s no use pretending, sweet princess. You like what I’m doing to you.” Slipping the digit in and out of her, Zahn carefully watched her reaction.

London’s eyes widened at first in what looked like surprise, then she groaned, making her pleasure apparent. Her fragrant pussy titillated his sense of smell. He had to taste it.

Zahn pulled his now dew-soaked finger from her cunt and brought it to his mouth, licking every drop of her essence from it.

Then he positioned himself between her legs, his mouth level with her succulent pussy. Her wet button peeked out from her moist labia, hot and ready for his lips and tongue. Gently parting her, Zahn buried his face between her legs and captured her clit with his teeth.

“Oh!” she cried out, her body jerking.

He loved her responses, so innocent and passionate at once. She reacted to him as if she’d never experienced such sensations before.

That was a good sign, because from here on out, there’d be no other for her, whether London cared to admit it or not. The tangy, musky flavor of her made his tongue tingle. She was delicious.

Zahn wanted more!

Releasing her clit, he pushed his tongue into her damp hole, thrusting into her.

London wiggled and squirmed, mashing her pussy against his face. She murmured incoherent words, but they went unheeded. He needed her more than he’d ever thought possible.

He captured the drops of her excitement in his mouth. Zahn lifted his head long enough to chuckle at her eagerness. “Patience, Princess. We have plenty of time.”

Lowering his mouth again, he ran his tongue from her clit to the slick entrance of her wet pussy. What had happened in that time since London had run away that made him want her so much?

His cock was so stiff it ached. When he’d touched her, it hadn’t been his intention to experience this burning lust. Zahn had wanted to teach her a lesson, but now, it seemed he was the one who was learning something. He had to stop, but just one more lick, a little suck.

That’s all he needed.

With a groan, Zahn pressed his mouth against her cunt, his tongue leaving no inch of it unexplored. London was so wet she literally dripped with her need for him.

She screamed with pleasure, wiggling and grinding against him. London rattled her chains, this time not to break free, but from the inability to keep still.

More than anything he wanted to slide his cock into her tight sheath, but the orgasm would have to be earned. Reluctantly he pulled back.

She whimpered and lifted her hips as though begging for more.

Zahn licked her juices from his lips. London was a tasty temptation he had trouble resisting. Getting off the bed, he stood over her. Confusion clouded her eyes.

London’s lips parted in an unspoken question.

“Yes, you wanted me, but you can’t have me—yet. Think about it while I go to the upper deck and check on the ship.” He walked out of the room then.

Leaving her was harder than he thought.

When the door shut behind him, Paris let out a sob. What the hell just happened?

That maniac had kidnapped and chained her to his bed, yet when he touched her, her body burst into flames.

She’d had boyfriends in the past, but the most she’d allowed was heavy petting.

One boyfriend had even fingered her, but none of her past men had ever made her feel anywhere near this insatiable lust. Paris had never been so close to an orgasm in her life that wasn’t ministered by her own hand.

What kind of person was she to respond so wantonly to a complete stranger? Sure, it had been a while since she’d dated, but she wasn’t that desperate for a man. Never mind he was one of the sexiest pieces of man candy she’d seen in a while.

Are you nuts ? This man took you away from your home and took you to … where in the world was she? This place had a futuristic feel about it.

Paris stretched her neck as far as it would go to get a look around her. The room was spacious enough. At first glance, it was like any ordinary bedroom, but the walls were metallic, and the window reminded her of the kind you saw on a cruise ship except bigger.

The feeling of movement was another thing that struck her. Was she on some kind of shuttle? Not to mention, when her captor spoke it wasn’t in a language she recognized. The only word she’d picked up from his deep, guttural words was London.

He’d said it often enough for Paris to believe he thought that was her name.

Paris’s breath caught in her throat as a thought occurred to her. He believed that’s who she was. How could that be? Her sister and mother had been missing for twenty years. Could it be that this man had something to do with their disappearance?

If he believed she was her sister, then London had somehow escaped him. It was the only thing that made sense. Now that she’d figured that out, how on earth would she get away? Worse still, how would she squash these inconvenient feelings she had for him, especially when he thought she was someone else?

She’d wanted some excitement in her life, but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.