by Stone, Piper
Everything about this was horrifying, heat sliding up from my chest, creeping up to my cheeks. I flailed, trying to maneuver my legs, pushing up from the table but he was far too powerful. A clanking sound startled the hell out of me. The fucker was removing his belt.
A series of snickers pulsed through the crowd, followed by fueled whispers.
“Yeah, whip the girl.”
“Give her what she deserves.”
I was mortified, my entire body tensing. This wasn’t happening. The asshole wasn’t going to spank me in front of strangers.
But he was.
The first hard smack of the leather strap was more humiliating than anything, stealing my breath. I was frozen, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. No one had ever attempted to spank me, perhaps for fear for their very life.
This man, this rugged and handsome savage thought that he...
The second strike was followed by a third and fourth, awakening my nerve endings. Gasping, my exclamation ignited a round of applause from the crowd. The motherfuckers, every single one of them were going to die, no matter how long it took for me to hunt them down. Using every ounce of strength I had left, I slapped my hands on the table, able to rear up several inches.
Killer huffed, his hand easily shoving me down. “Stay still or this will be much more severe.”
“Fuck you!”
The crowd roared, oh-so happy that the brute was punishing me like some bad little girl.
The belt was slapped against my bottom again. And again. I could no longer breathe, the pain washing into me like wildfire. Blinking away tears, I gritted my teeth and dug my nails into the edges of the cheap wooden table, determined to get through this then kick Killer’s ass. No one would ever do this to me again.
My resolve was basically eliminated as the spanking continued, the strap hitting my upper thighs and the base of my ass cheeks. What was even worse was the ugly fact that I was wet, my pussy clenching to the point I was terrified I’d have an orgasm right here.
In front of the brazen crowd.
The revelers were certainly getting their kink on, the whoops and hollers becoming more lurid in nature.
“Bad little bitch.”
“Show her who’s boss.”
“Claim that pretty ass.”
Mortified, I closed my eyes, trying everything in my power to blank out the nasty words, gulping for air. The anguish was excruciating, driving me to a point that cut deep into my very core. I finally stopped struggling, unable to move in any manner yet the spanking continued, one brutal lash coming after the other.
Killer exhaled in an exaggerated fashion before rubbing his fingers across my bruised ass. Even the subtle gesture made me jump but the realization that the bizarre connection we shared was unlike any I’d ever experienced bolstered my anger.
And my desire.
“Get. Off. Me.” I hissed the three words through clenched teeth. He immediately fisted my hair, yanking until he could look me directly in the eyes. His were cold and heartless, fitting for the warrior built out of steel.
“Seems like you have something else on your mind,” he said under his breath as he dragged the tip of a single finger down the crack of my ass, brushing ever so slowly across my pussy lips.
My nipples hardened as he dared try to shatter my resolve, but the touch alone forced a whimper past my lips, exposing my vulnerability. “Go fuck yourself.”
He chuckled at the retort, leaning further over until he was able to growl directly in my ear. “I think you’d prefer the hard fucking.” He slipped his finger past my swollen pussy lips, wiggling his thumb past the cleft of my ass cheeks and shoving it all the way inside my puckered hole. “Which do you prefer?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! “I’m going to kill you.” Even as the words left my mouth, a clenching wave of intense desire shot directly into my pussy, my legs quivering from his utter brutality. I was shamelessly wet, hungry for a stranger punishing me in front of a crowd.
“Woo hoo!” The shout came from across the room.
“Yes, you’re wet and tight,” Killer muttered. Laughing again, he withdrew his hand, delivering another four hard strikes of the belt.
I bit back every single cry even though the agony was blinding. When I could tell he was finished, I managed to lift my hand, giving him my middle finger.
The crowd roared their appreciation.
Killer wrapped his hand around my hair, tugging until I winced. “I like your confidence, sweetheart, but you’re going to have to take a number. Now, I’m giving you one piece of advice and I won’t tell you a second time. Leave this place with your friends and don’t come back. If you do, I’ll be required to handle your punishment in an entirely different fashion. The Cenzans aren’t your enemy but they will be if you continue to behave like a fucking prima donna.” With that, he freed his hand, cursing under his breath.
I took several deep breaths and it took me a full five seconds to realize that Killer had simply walked away, leaving my naked ass exposed. The pain was flushed away as I slapped my hand on the table and attempted to stand, total humiliation taking its place. There wasn’t a pair of hungry eyes in the room looking anywhere else but at the feast in front of them.
I hated this place.
I hated this planet.
But most of all, I hated myself for being even remotely attracted to the vulgar Neanderthal.
Just before he walked out, he turned, his eyes dancing in the glow of the neon. Then he slipped his finger into his mouth, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.
Jesus. H. Christ. I was disgusted.
Aroused.
Hungry.
I quickly dressed, my eyes barely able to focus as I searched for my companions. They were still being restrained, every fucking Creeper in the room hovering around them. Their weapons had been taken, piled on top of the bar. All three of us were the laughingstock of the joint.
And on top of everything, the asshole still had my knife.
And my panties.
Nah... I’d reached my limit.
I wasted no time bounding out the door, the force smashing it against the building. If he either heard me coming or cared, he certainly didn’t show it, his long strides heading toward one impressive-looking ride. The motorcycle, a Harley to be exact, set glistening on the cracked asphalt in a secluded area. I guess he didn’t want a soul touching his precious baby. Granted, the piece was a real prize and one worth stealing. One hell of a purse could be obtained for the amount of steel alone. I had the distinct feeling Killer had no worries about theft, his killer instincts spot on.
Even his rough and tumble swagger had a sexy vibe.
I yanked out my second blade. “Hey. You. You left with two things that belong to me.”
Killer stopped cold and the only other reaction was the man shoring his shoulders and taking another deep breath. Very slowly he craned his neck until he was able to catch a glimpse of me, blinking once after noticing the knife in my hand. He turned his head face forward and started walking again, moving beside a bank of trees and only a couple of feet away from his precious bike.
Wait a minute.
Did the jerk really think I was kidding?
I bit back a snarl and took aim, pitching the knife. I was damn good at my blade skills, able to throw with almost absolute precision. The weapon shot past the hulking man, the edge slicing into the bark of a tree only inches from his head. Now, I could laugh. He must have taken me for a fool.
For a man standing six and a half feet tall, weighing well over two hundred pounds, he was quick on his feet. His rugged hand wrapped around my arm, the yank and hard thud against the tree knocking the wind out of me.
Killer slapped one of his hands above my head, the other moving to my throat, his thumb sliding to my jaw. He smiled in an unseemly manner as he rubbed his thumb aggressively across my lips.
Back and forth.
We’d come to a final impasse, he and I, some would say checkmate.
> Which is why his next move both shocked and enraptured me.
He crushed his mouth over mine.
Chapter Two
Killer
Women.
No, this woman in particular.
Brash. Arrogant. Bold.
And fucking gorgeous.
Christ, my hunger was off the charts, my cock throbbing to the point my entire body was uncomfortable. And all because of a damn woman.
Disciplining her in front of human citizens had been a bold move, but one that would quite possibly keep her alive. Somehow, I gathered the spanking had done little to rid her of her killing instinct.
Who the hell did she think she was?
I crushed her mouth, my mind reeling from the audacity of her behavior, but the sweet taste of her was a reminder of everything I’d been missing. The last year had been a pain in my ass, but at least I was free, even commanding a team of Cenzans as well as protecting a group of villages.
I was trusted by the king, a man I’d once fought gladiator style, the fight requirements ending with death. But he’d spared my life, giving me a new one full of complexity and respect. The price? My absolute loyalty to the aliens.
And I’d given it freely. Then again, there’d been little other choice. My days as a decorated Marine were long over. Captain Logan Hicks had seen to that, responsible for my fall from grace and my subsequent capture by the Cenzans.
The bastard, a man who’d betrayed his country and his species.
Hell, I’d even come to value the Cenzan friendships and I could have any woman I wanted, but none of them I’d met had enticed me in any manner.
Until this one.
Kristina...
And I was rabid with desire, nothing more than a savage beast.
I wasn’t a good man, had no desire to go back to a place of honor I’d once known, at least among humans. They were treacherous beings who would feed their newborns to wild animals if that gained them access to the precious world of the upper echelon.
They’d labeled me a killer years before and I valued my status.
Fuck the rest of them.
Society no longer had any humanity. The line between good and evil had been blurred. What I’d learned about the Cenzan race had given me hope.
At least for now.
But I was no fool. Trust was a thing of the past.
However, I was still a man and sometimes my hunger refused to be denied.
This was one of those times.
I thrust my tongue inside, forcing her lips to part and slid my hand further around her neck. She fought like the wild amazon she was, trying to wrap one leg around my thigh in order to pitch me to the ground. I’d gathered the scent of her hunger, the same kind that rushed into every cell and vein throughout my body.
Raw.
Dangerous.
Reeking with the requirements of passion.
I shoved my hips against hers, sliding back and forth. The immediate friction was electrifying, igniting the embers I’d long since thought dead and cold. I forced my tongue against hers, yet she vied for dominance. I yanked both hands over her head, one arm resting against the damn knife she’d so expertly thrown at me. Then I wrangled her wrists into one hand.
She was going nowhere.
As I sucked on her tongue, I ran my hand down her side, brushing the backs of my fingers across her breast. The action garnered a moan from her, the sound slipping past our open mouths. I broke the kiss, shoving my hand under her chin as I bit down on her lower lip, growling like the beast threatening to burst free. She’d awakened the darkness buried deep within, the desire to consume and control.
I slid my lips down her chin to her neck, savoring the taste of her heated skin.
Kristina dragged her tongue across her lips, her eyes half closed. “Oh, yes. Yes...”
Her scattered words were pure gasoline, shooting straight into my veins. I kicked her legs apart, shoving my hand between them and cupping her very wet mound. Her delicious wet pussy had soaked through the dense fabric of her pants, the aroma like the sweetest flowers on a spring day.
The thought was childish. Ridiculous. She was a warrior just like me, dangerous in her own right.
Maybe that’s why I craved her with every thread of my being.
She arched her back, undulating her hips back and forth. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“I think you know the answer.” My growl was guttural, exposing the beast dwelling deep within. I breathed across her neck then, using my teeth, ripped at her thin tee shirt, managing to expose her breasts.
Wiggling, she took several ragged breaths, half laughing in between. “Then... what are... you waiting for?”
I took a step away, yanking off my shirt from the back and tossing it onto the ground.
She tumbled away from the tree, her entire body quivering as she stared at me, her expression one of ravaging need.
I raked my hands through my hair before advancing, crowding her space. “Undress.”
“You don’t give the orders.”
“If you didn’t learn that I am the one in charge, I’ll be happy to give you another lesson. When I give a command, you follow. There is no other choice.”
“We always have choices.”
I chuckled, allowing the sound to reverberate. “You obviously have no clue who the fuck I am.” She enjoyed the challenge, almost as much as I did, but time for bullshit games was over.
Every inch of her body was going to be mine.
Kristina issued a rough-sounding purr before grabbing her shirt, wrangling it over her head. She wore no bra and the sight of her voluptuous breasts made my mouth water. Taking a long stride backward, as if realigning her space, she dropped her hands to the button on her pants. She took her time unfastening, shimmying the tight material over her hips then struggling to remove them around her boots.
When she stood in combat boots and nothing else, the woman absolutely took my breath away. Jesus. I was some lost pup in the darkness, needing a feast of flesh. She was fucking gorgeous, the long cornrows whisking back and forth only inches above her bruised ass every time she moved. My cock twitched again, just another reminder of my dark cravings.
She’d revolted against both the Cenzans and humans. I did wonder if she had any idea how close she’d come to being made into an example.
Spanking her had been necessary, the only way to keep the Cenzans from condemning her life. They didn’t take kindly to anyone threatening them, not even a beautiful woman. The discipline had been far too tasty, my mind still reeling from the languishing effects. I wanted nothing more than to claim her as mine, but she was a free spirit and we would never meet again.
Right now though I would fuck her like the ravaging animal I’d turned into.
I moved toward her quickly, lifting her feet off the ground as I captured her mouth again, allowing the kiss to roar with passion.
She clung to me, her fingers digging into my heated skin. Every touch was dynamic, drawing the expounded energy from both of us. We were on fire, the deep-seated cravings becoming insatiable.
I wasted no time carrying her toward my bike, turning her over until she was forced to straddle the seat. Using one hand, I pushed her over until she gripped the handlebars. With her long legs, her hips were in perfect position, highlighting her well spanked bottom. Even in the mere shadow of light, I could see the warm blush covering every inch of her ass cheeks.
I smacked her several times, enjoying the stinging sensations.
Trembling, she closed her eyes in rapture.
I straddled the bike behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her spine.
Arching her back, Kristina turned her head, purring in a wild catlike manner. “You gonna fuck me in the ass, big man?”
“First things first.” I freed my cock and within two seconds thrust the entire length inside her pussy, the brazen action pushing her onto her toes.
“Fuck.” She twisted her hands around the cold steel, her body s
haking from the force.
“Yes. Exactly.” I pulled all the way out, rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her glistening pussy lips, enjoying the way her body trembled. I tapped my shaft against her bruised backside before plunging in again, this time grabbing her hips. Then I began to fuck her savagely, driving in and out in a crazed manner.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” Using her strong thigh muscles, she met every hard thrust with one of her own. Wild and crazed, she emitted animalistic sounds as I fucked her, tossing her head back and forth.
I cupped her breasts, squeezing until she whimpered. I had no intentions of being anything but brutal, taking every inch of the rebellious wench I wanted.
And she didn’t seem to mind.
She clamped her pussy around the thick invasion, her laughter mixing with my guttural sounds. I’d never experienced anything so powerful, my muscles on fire, the adrenaline rush intoxicating. I could tell she was experiencing something similar by the shimmer dancing along her naked skin. She was luminescent in the moonlight, a gift from the very gods above.
If there were such a thing.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as I pounded into her, skin slapping against skin. The moment I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, she let out a strangled wail, her entire body tensing. “Pain. Do you crave the darkness of anguish?”
She faltered, gasping for breath. “I...”
“Do you long for a man to take you every night, fucking you relentlessly?”
“Mmm... Yes.”
The dark and dominant chuckle leaving my throat matched my nefarious needs. I twisted her hardened buds until another jolt of electricity shot all the way down the backs of my legs.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” She continued to quiver, clenching then relaxing her pussy, the action drawing me in balls deep.
She was so tight, her constricting muscles bringing me close to an orgasm. But I wasn’t through with her yet. Gritting my teeth, I held back and continued to thrust hard and fast, pumping in a feral manner.
Tensing, Kristina shot up almost straight, tossing her braids in a long arc. “I... Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh... Fuck!”
