report—
“Your partner will be fine.” The
mysterious man stared at me with unreadable eyes, the hand on my breast
squeezing with languid intent.
I glared at him, trying quite
unsuccessfully to ignore the wet licks of tension unfurling in my pussy. I’d
had enough of him knowing my thoughts. I had difficulty knowing my
thoughts sometimes, it was bloody annoying having a complete stranger, no
matter how arousing, do a better job of it than me. “Will you stop doing that?”
A very evil, very sexy grin pulled
at lips I knew would send a poor simple GU Enforcer to the Ninth Heaven. “No.”
I ground my teeth. Just as he
ground his cock to my sex again.
“There is nothing you can do to
stop what is to come, Raina Mynn.”
Hearing my name in that deep rumble
made my pulse leap into frantic flight. That, and the slow way he rolled his
hips higher, letting me feel his long, solid, thick erection stroke from base
to tip over my cunt. Gods, if that was to come, I was in danger.
“Not danger. It is your destiny.”
Destiny.
The word sent a chill straight into
my gut and I stiffened. When a strange man grabs you on a terraformed moon,
makes your body reacts in ways it shouldn’t, sticks his tongue down your throat
and his cock against your cunt, and then utters the word “destiny”, you know
you’re in trouble.
Shyte. He was a zealot. But
for whom? Which deity does he —
“I worship no deity.”
I bit back a sharp growl. For fuck’s
sake, he was finishing my thoughts now.
I stared up at him, too aware of
the way his fingers ground my wrists together, too aware of the way his massive
weight pinned me to the ground. Way too aware of the massive shaft between my
thighs that seemed to be promising something I shouldn’t want but did all the
same. “Well then,” I snarled, trying to shift my cunt away from his dick. “Who
friggin’ decided being trapped under you was my destiny?”
“I did.”
His smile stretched wider. Moved on
from being sexy to fuckable. Yes, he had a fuckable smile. It was that horny.
That still didn’t mean I wasn’t going to fight the bastard off. When it came to
my partners, destiny didn’t stand a chance. I came. I fucked. I went. No preordained
spiritual nutjob was playing matchmaker with me. I liked my sex one way. No strings.
No strings meant no pain.
Well, not the kind of pain that
afflicts the heart. Other kinds of pain…slapping-the-ass-cheeks kind of pain,
biting-the-nipples kind of pain…those pains were—
Shyte! What the fuck was I
going on about?
Destiny. The weirdo had uttered the
word “destiny”. I’m out of here.
Now, if only I could make both the
weirdo and my body listen.
Another chuckle rumbled low in his
broad, muscled chest. The guy must have bench-pressed R42 androids in his spare
time. “I must admit…” He laughed, and my pussy squeezed tight at the sound.
Gods, I was in trouble. “I didn’t foresee how argumentative you’d be.”
He dragged the pad of his thumb
over my nipple and the annoying little nub of flesh puckered instantly with
rock-hard appreciation. A gasp burst from my lips and before I could stop
myself, I arched my back, thrusting my breasts upward.
He chuckled again, the sound
sending vibrations through his body, making his cock jerk in little spasms
against my spread and thoroughly wet sex. “ This I did see.” He teased my
nipple again, the coarse material of my vest doing nothing to stop the
sensations his arrogant touch created. “This I saw many, many times.”
He captured the traitorous,
distended tip between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. I gasped again,
biting my bottom lip too late to stop the soft inhalation. Gods, had I thought
I was going to come earlier? My sex felt ready to erupt. How could he do this
to me?
I glared at him, wishing him dead.
And yet at the same time, something began to bloom in the pit of my belly.
Something like…
“You are remembering.” His voice
sent a fresh wave of
“Your partner will be fine.” The
mysterious man stared at me with unreadable eyes, the hand on my breast
squeezing with languid intent.
I glared at him, trying quite
unsuccessfully to ignore the wet licks of tension unfurling in my pussy. I’d
had enough of him knowing my thoughts. I had difficulty knowing my
thoughts sometimes, it was bloody annoying having a complete stranger, no
matter how arousing, do a better job of it than me. “Will you stop doing that?”
A very evil, very sexy grin pulled
at lips I knew would send a poor simple GU Enforcer to the Ninth Heaven. “No.”
I ground my teeth. Just as he
ground his cock to my sex again.
“There is nothing you can do to
stop what is to come, Raina Mynn.”
Hearing my name in that deep rumble
made my pulse leap into frantic flight. That, and the slow way he rolled his
hips higher, letting me feel his long, solid, thick erection stroke from base
to tip over my cunt. Gods, if that was to come, I was in danger.
“Not danger. It is your destiny.”
Destiny.
The word sent a chill straight into
my gut and I stiffened. When a strange man grabs you on a terraformed moon,
makes your body reacts in ways it shouldn’t, sticks his tongue down your throat
and his cock against your cunt, and then utters the word “destiny”, you know
you’re in trouble.
Shyte. He was a zealot. But
for whom? Which deity does he —
“I worship no deity.”
I bit back a sharp growl. For fuck’s
sake, he was finishing my thoughts now.
I stared up at him, too aware of
the way his fingers ground my wrists together, too aware of the way his massive
weight pinned me to the ground. Way too aware of the massive shaft between my
thighs that seemed to be promising something I shouldn’t want but did all the
same. “Well then,” I snarled, trying to shift my cunt away from his dick. “Who
friggin’ decided being trapped under you was my destiny?”
“I did.”
His smile stretched wider. Moved on
from being sexy to fuckable. Yes, he had a fuckable smile. It was that horny.
That still didn’t mean I wasn’t going to fight the bastard off. When it came to
my partners, destiny didn’t stand a chance. I came. I fucked. I went. No preordained
spiritual nutjob was playing matchmaker with me. I liked my sex one way. No strings.
No strings meant no pain.
Well, not the kind of pain that
afflicts the heart. Other kinds of pain…slapping-the-ass-cheeks kind of pain,
biting-the-nipples kind of pain…those pains were—
Shyte! What the fuck was I
going on about?
Destiny. The weirdo had uttered the
word “destiny”. I’m out of here.
Now, if only I could make both the
weirdo and my body listen.
Another chuckle rumbled low in his
broad, muscled chest. The guy must have bench-pressed R42 androids in his spare
time. “I must admit…” He laughed, and my pussy squeezed tight at the sound.
Gods, I was in trouble. “I didn’t foresee how argumentative you’d be.”
He dragged the pad of his thumb
over my nipple and the annoying little nub of flesh puckered instantly with
rock-hard appreciation. A gasp burst from my lips and before I could stop
myself, I arched my back, thrusting my breasts upward.
He chuckled again, the sound
sending vibrations through his body, making his cock jerk in little spasms
against my spread and thoroughly wet sex. “ This I did see.” He teased my
nipple again, the coarse material of my vest doing nothing to stop the
sensations his arrogant touch created. “This I saw many, many times.”
He captured the traitorous,
distended tip between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. I gasped again,
biting my bottom lip too late to stop the soft inhalation. Gods, had I thought
I was going to come earlier? My sex felt ready to erupt. How could he do this
to me?
I glared at him, wishing him dead.
And yet at the same time, something began to bloom in the pit of my belly.
Something like…
“You are remembering.” His voice
sent a fresh wave of
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