Retribution

by Natasha Knight

  Adam chuckled.

  “Shut up!” I smacked him playfully.

  He took out the ring. It was amazing, a beautiful, simple ring with a diamond that shone bright set on a wide platinum band. “Well, what do you say?”

  I nodded, unable to speak as he slid the ring onto my finger. It was a perfect fit, and we both leaned back to study it before I threw my arms around him.

  “I love you, Adam, so, so much.”

  “I love you, Elle. I can’t believe what we’ve gone through to get here, but I love you so much. You mean the world to me. You and our little girl.”

  I pulled back and smiled. “Alessandra Nicole, I think.”

  Now it was his turn to get weepy, although he didn’t outright cry or have any snort thing going on. He merely smiled and nodded, his eyes telling how he felt about that name.

  “I love you. I love you so much,” he whispered, his mouth pressed to mine as he lifted me off the stool and carried me into the bedroom. He pulled the dress over my head and laid me down so gently, just standing back and looking at me, my breasts fuller now, my belly rounded. He tore his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed, kissing me, all gentleness vanishing as passion took hold and his tongue penetrated my mouth, fucking it as his hands moved to push my panties off my hips and over my thighs. He stood for a moment to strip off the rest of his clothes before kneeling between my legs, his thick cock in his hand. I loved watching him like that, loved seeing him fist his cock, couldn’t get enough of watching him come.

  “I want to see your eyes when I fuck you,” he said, lowering himself to his elbows, his cock at my entrance.

  I nodded, suddenly nervous. With our faces inches apart, my hands on his shoulders, the ring shone brightly. Adam liked to leave the lights on when we fucked and, when I faced him, he would watch me, as if seeing the very depths of me in those most vulnerable moments.

  “Stay with me, Elle.”

  “Always.”

  He slid inside me, that first sensation of him filling me making me suck in a breath. He took my arms and spread them wide, fingers intertwining as he held me beneath him, moving slowly.

  “Your eyes are so beautiful right now,” I said. They were; they seemed to shine when we fucked, just as his breath would begin to hitch.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. He kissed me, eyes still open as he took my lower lip between his teeth, nibbling as he pulled back. He then lowered his mouth to one hypersensitive nipple, drawing it out as I sucked in breath, clutching his head when he released me.

  “More, Adam,” I begged as his thrusts came faster.

  “I love fucking you, Elle. God, I love…your cunt.” He drew back, lifting my legs, pushing them wide, and looking down at me. He lowered his face to my pussy and closed his mouth over my clit, holding my legs in place as he sucked the hard, little nub until I called out.

  “Adam, I’m going to come!”

  He sucked harder, hands moving to cup my ass, devouring me as I thrust against him, orgasm taking me hard and fast. He only stopped when I begged him to release me, but he held my legs wide as he thrust his cock into me again, face inches from mine, pupils black with desire as he fucked me harder, biting his lip, closing his eyes for an instant before they locked on mine and he throbbed inside me. Watching him come made me come again, a slow, deep, climax as he emptied before collapsing by my side.

  “I love you,” I said, turning to him, taking his face in my hand.

  “I can’t get enough of that, of you,” he said, kissing me hard. “I can’t ever get enough.” He leaned back, smiling.

  I snuggled into his chest and let my eyelids close. “We’re going to miss our flight, aren’t we?”

  “Mmm,” he mumbled, pulling me tighter. “We’ll catch another one.”

  We fell asleep in each other’s arms, the only thing between us the bump of the little life we’d created. Of the beautiful little girl we would bring into this world. And I felt happy. I felt truly content and happy.

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  Read on for excerpts from Natasha’s novels: Deviant, Theirs To Take, Captive, Mine and Given To The Savage.

  Other Books by Natasha Knight

  Deviant

  Theirs To Take

  Captive, Mine (with Trent Evans)

  Alpha

  Published by Stormy Night Publications

  Given To The Savage

  Taught To Kneel

  Taming Emma

  Captive’s Desire

  Aching To Submit

  Her Rogue Knight

  Taken By The Beast

  Claimed By The Beast

  Taming Megan

  Dangerous Defiance

  The Firefighter’s Girl

  Taming Naia

  Amy’s Strict Doctor

  Protective Custody

  Collections

  What The Doctor Ordered

  Published by Cobblestone Press

  Pierced

  Other Collections

  Sci Spanks 2014: A Collection of Spanking Science Fiction Romance Stories (Seasonal Spankings)

  The Disciplinarian: A Collection of Short Spanking Stories

  Excerpt:

  DEVIANT

  Chapter One

  Julien

  I’d been watching her for the last three days.

  I didn’t know what it was I found so appealing about the girl. She was a sneaky little peeping Tom. Maybe it was her pretty green eyes, or how wide they grew at the things she watched us do. At the things I made the girl whose ass I was currently fucking do. Regardless, her fate was sealed the moment she pushed the curtains aside and saw my face.

  No witnesses, no matter what. That was rule number one. It had to be.

  She hadn’t yet realized I’d seen her, that she was being watched as she herself was doing the watching. Her attention was fully absorbed by the fucking. But I studied her face, saw her mouth open, her little pink tongue dart out to lick those full lips, her throat work as she swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

  Her face imprinted on my mind. I’d recognize her anywhere now. It was one of the things I was so good at — a blessing and a curse all at once. Never forget a face. Never forget their eyes, how they change when they realize what’s happening, when terror grips them.

  Forgetting was a gift. People spent their lives chasing the past, trying to hold on to something long gone. Desperate to remember. Me? I wished I could forget.

  It had been three days since she’d first seen us. I was sure it was by accident, or at least it had been the first time. Her room was situated directly across the courtyard of the cheap little hotel. She’d pulled the curtains apart to open her window when she’d stumbled upon the sight of us fucking. I’d ducked my head out of sight, and wouldn’t have thought much of it, but when, a moment later, the small hand pulled the curtains just a little wider, just wide enough to see, my curiosity had gotten the best of me.

  It had been her face. It was just so innocent, so… corruptible. Irresistible to a man like me. I always liked to play with them first, fuck with them a little. It was cruel, reprehensible, really. I knew it, but it didn’t make me enjoy it any less.

  The blonde began to squirm beneath me, almost stealing my attention from the woman in the window. I glanced down at her, at the mass of dyed hair spilling over her back, mascara smeared across her face, her mouth open. I looked at her ass, at my cock disappearing inside it. She’d been a good fuck, but this would be the last time. Three days was long enough. I had a job to do, after all, and the girl in the window would already delay me. I couldn’t exactly assassinate my mark in front of her. She’d freak out, and that was more attention than I needed.

  Gripping the blonde’s hair tightly, I tugged hard, giving her a grin she likely thought a smile before pushing her face into the mattress to shut her up. She mewled and I rubbed her clit with my free hand, turning that so
und into something else. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. They never knew which it was; there was never any clear line for them.

  With the blonde’s face buried in the blankets, I studied my little voyeur. She was still there, still watching — but her hand had disappeared into her pants. I’d make her show me just what those fingers were doing when the time came. That made me grin, but when she looked up and her green gaze met mine, I could almost hear her gasp at the shock of being caught. It was then my grin widened into something else, something meant to scare.

  I gripped the blonde’s hips, all while daring the woman who watched to draw the curtains closed, to turn away. I fucked the woman before me then, really fucked her, and just before I came inside that tight ass, my little voyeur blinked as if coming out of a trance, her face going bright red before she pulled the curtains closed.

  My low growl made the blonde look over her shoulder. I met her gaze, my own hardening as I forced myself to remember who she was, the things she’d done, and the job I still had to do. That part always made my cock harder. Any person with morals would probably worry about that, about liking this sort of work, but I had never claimed to have any of those. Or if I had, they’d been beaten out of me years ago. That was what made me so good at my job.

  I looked down at her asshole, at my cock as it plunged deep, knowing I hurt and gave pleasure at once, not caring which was the dominant of the two as I exploded inside her. But when I closed my eyes, it was the voyeur’s eyes I saw, not the woman who had my cock buried inside her.

  If only the bitch before me knew how lucky she was. She’d just been granted an extra day to live.

  Excerpt:

  THEIRS TO TAKE

  Prologue

  “No, not that one.”

  I had never felt so relieved to hear Syn’s voice or feel his cane at my thigh as I did in that moment.

  “That one isn’t for sale,” he spoke quietly, his tone low, but there was no question he would be obeyed.

  I turned to meet his dark gaze. The grin that curled one corner of his mouth upward sent ice through my veins. He kept his black eyes on mine as he tapped the cane against the fronts of my thighs once, twice, then with a flick of his wrist, lashed me with it.

  Tears stung my eyes nearly as badly as the rattan did my legs and I took a step backward, looking down at the welt rising where he’d struck, grateful that the man who had been considering me nodded with a reluctant growl before stepping to my right, to the next girl who stood shuddering beside me.

  Gabriel, Syn’s brother, joined him. Both kept their eyes on me as Gabriel whispered something into Syn’s ear. Syn nodded, then turned his attention from me to the girl who was being handled now. Gabriel, the older, more stern of the two, approached me. My gaze faltered and my body shook but I refused to look away.

  “Evangeline,” he said, calling my name. “Kneel.”

  Once a girl was sold, she was made to kneel so that the next buyers knew who was still available. The girl beside me whimpered and I turned to see the large man weighing her breasts, turning her nipples in his fingers.

  “I’d like to try her,” he said, his voice gruff.

  Syn’s eyebrow went up. The girl stood upright, naked, her hands clasped at the back of her head. He looked her over, his gaze cold even as the girl now openly wept.

  Syn turned back to the man. “You can look. You can even touch,” he said, turning the girl so she stood with her back to the man. He then pushed her forward, forcing her to bend deeply at the waist. “But you can’t fuck until you pay.”

  “Evangeline.” Gabriel’s grip in my hair demanded my full attention so I could only listen to the girl’s whimpers as he brought his mouth to my ear. “I said kneel. Eyes down. And just be glad it isn’t you this time.”

  Without giving me time to obey, he forced me down by my hair until I knelt. I stared up at him, but my defiance lasted only a moment when I saw the darkness in those beautiful, golden eyes. I cast my gaze to the ground before me, swallowing, shivering at what was to be my fate if the brothers truly kept me as I knew now they would.

  Excerpt:

  CAPTIVE, MINE

  Prologue

  I always knew I was different. Knew I lived a different sort of life. I just didn’t expect to end up here — like this.

  For weeks I’d felt it. I’d known someone had been watching me. But I’d ignored it.

  Looking back, I could think of a hundred ways I could have avoided this, avoided him. He’d said one thing and, like a fool, I had believed him. Useless words. Stolen words.

  Tucking my knees into my chest, I pulled the worn blanket up over my body. He’d stripped me bare before bringing me here, before binding my wrists together so tightly they felt raw. I shivered in the cold, damp room knowing he was going to teach me a lesson. I’d been to this room before. I knew what had to happen here.

  Tears again, stupid tears. He had no right to keep me captive. His captive.

  “Let me out!” I screamed for the hundredth time, my voice hoarse, my throat too dry.

  This time, though, there was an answer: the sound of his footsteps approaching, the almost imperceptible sound of the key sliding into the lock, turning it.

  I pressed my back harder into the wall, fisting the blanket with sweaty hands.

  I was going to be punished and it was going to be bad. I knew it. He’d promised it and he always kept his promises.

  Excerpt:

  GIVEN TO THE SAVAGE

  Chapter One

  The heavy steel door opened and a thin strip of sunlight brightened her cell.

  “It’s time,” came the guard’s voice.

  Rowan’s heartbeat quickened as she looked up to meet his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at her. Not one of them would dare meet her gaze.

  “Bring her out,” he said, and immediately, two sets of hands closed over her arms, lifting her to her feet. Her wrists were bound behind her and her ankles were chained so that her steps were hobbled, and if they let her go, she would fall.

  But it was all for show. One guard alone could easily overpower her. Although breeders were taller than average human women, they were no match for the strength of the men.

  The sound of the crowd hungry to witness her punishment filled her ears as soon as she stepped out into the cool morning air. She shivered, the ground ice on her bare feet, her only cover a thin, white, or once white, dress as was her usual uniform. She looked from her place up to the raised platform where, within moments, she would be led. Where she would be stripped naked, bent over, and bound to the cold stone block and made to endure her very public switching.

  The knowledge of what lay in store sent a shudder through her.

  Captain Amro’s voice came over the loudspeaker as the guards walked her forward. For as much as she wanted to walk up there with her head held high, she found herself resisting, pulling back just a little, even as she knew it was futile.

  “This breeder has been found guilty of inciting rebellion within the community, and, most horrendous of all, the death of another breeder, and the subsequent loss of a child as a result of her actions…”

  His voice died away as the crowd audibly sucked in their breath and their shouts calling for her punishment, even her death, began.

  “An act warranting a sentence of death…” the loudspeakers blared.

  Terror now paralyzed her as the guards urged her up the stairs.

  “However, our laws and our mercy prevent us from condemning any breeder to death…” the captain’s voice continued.

  Rowan struggled, trying in vain to free herself as the guards now lifted and carried her up the stairs and to the platform.

  It wasn’t true what he said. It was a lie, all of it. She would never, never have harmed another breeder, never would have done anything to cause the death of one of her own sisters, or a child — neither within nor outside of the womb. Captain Amro was the guilty one, not she.

  “But rest assured,” Captain Amro carr
ied on, just glancing at her as the guards set her on her feet on the platform. Her entire body trembled while she scanned the crowd whose shouts grew louder as the grips of the hands that held her tightened, as if they knew that in an instant, if she could, she would run, even hobbled as she was within her chains.

  “Rest assured,” Captain Amro raised his voice and with his upraised arms, gestured for the crowd to quiet. “The breeder will be punished to the full extent our laws allow.”

  His glance fell on her again as she was forced forward toward the thick stone block that took up the center of the platform. The switches stood, cut and ready, soaking in a pail beside the block. There were too many of them to count.

  Her stomach heaved and she was glad they’d not fed her this morning.

  “Bring her,” Captain Amro said.

  Strong hands forced her forward.

  Once again, Rowan resisted, struggling against them. She turned to one of the guards. “Please,” she begged, catching his eye. His filled with fear and she used this, used their archaic belief that the breeders, with their startling green eyes and slanted pupils, could curse them with a mere glance. “Let me walk on my own,” she pleaded.

  He nodded once and looked away.

  She had intended on taking her punishment with her pride intact. They could punish her body, but they could not touch her mind, not unless she allowed them to.

  She was innocent of any crime, unless resisting rape was a crime. She raised her eyes to the captain’s and if contempt had a sound, it would be the hiss that left her lips in that moment. His gaze was flat, devoid of any emotion at all, and, keeping his eyes on hers, he bent to pick up one of the switches and tested it, the sound hushing the crowd, sending cold fear to her core.

  She closed her eyes then and forced a deep inhale. Exhaling, she stood straighter and opened her eyes, meeting the captain’s gaze once more.