Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) by A.M. Griffin Page A

is…not nice.”
    “Do you understand me?”
    Terrified, she nodded in mute shock. She wanted to teach him a lesson. She didn’t want to die in the process. This was bad.

Chapter Nine
     
    The echoing sounds of Kane’s heavy footsteps crashed against the walls as he stomped through the deserted corridors. That brat was more trouble than she was probably worth.
    Sending her out the air lock would be easy to do. A simple push of a button. He suspected he would even laugh as her golden ass was sucked out, terror on her face, a scream from her lungs.
    Not a bad idea.
    An idea he would follow through with if she didn’t have his cabin cleaned when he got back.
    Or if she puts her destructive little hands on my trunk.
    He had returned, expecting to find her cowering. He’d planned to ream her out for using the intercom to contact her guard.
    Instead…
    He still didn’t know where the princess belonged or how to contact her people. He couldn’t wait any longer. She was too much trouble.
    Because of her stunt, Kyle had to reroute the open-channel link so it wasn’t accessible from Kane’s cabin or the guard’s any longer. Kane had to get Sa’Mya off his vessel sooner rather than later. If she stayed he would end up killing her. Or worse…
    Kane had to put his foot down with her and her aides. Hell, her aides probably didn’t realize they were prisoners. They treated his crew as their personal sex slaves.
    The only option now was to separate the aides from his crew. He would give them back to the brat princess. Let her be their problem from now on.
    It was past time they all left. The princess had destroyed most of his personal belongings. Meager as they were, they were still his.
    The other two females were insatiable and determined to bring down his crew, one orgasm at a time. So far the lone male prisoner was the one alien who hadn’t given him a headache.
    The guard had just woken up and Kane was hoping he would be more than willing to give up the information needed to send them all home. For all the princess’s high-and-mighty hang-ups, she kept her mouth closed regarding her home world. What was the purpose? What was she hiding?
    Right after being captured, their previous captives had begged to return home, giving him and his crew anything that was requested.
    Kane had been sure the brat princess would relent by the second day. That she would give up the name of her home world as soon as she realized she wouldn’t find comfort and relaxation on his vessel.
    What more could he have done to her? He refused to let her wear her own clothes. He denied her the help of her aides. Hell, he had even ignored her. Why the hell did she want to stay?
    Kane stepped into the guard’s cabin and immediately wanted to backtrack. The security monitors hadn’t captured the true size of the guard sitting in front of him. Nebin sat on a king-sized bed that resembled a twin-sized bed underneath his massive girth.
    Nebin had to stand nearly eight feet tall and tip the scale at over four-hundred pounds. His flawless cocoa-colored skin was much darker than Ryan’s mocha tone.
    Nebin’s piercing gray eyes locked on him as he stepped into the room.
    “ Wil noe frosu Princepetta? ” Nebin asked. His hard tone grated against Kane’s eardrums.
    Kane shook his head. “I can’t understand you.”
    Shit.
    In his haste he had forgotten to bring Ryan to translate.
    Kane held up his finger. “One minute.” He went to the communication panel. “Ryan?”
    Nothing.
    Double shit. He’d forgotten the open-channel button had been disabled in the guard’s cabin.
    Kane selected the buttons to the bridge, dining hall and Eli’s cabin, repeating Ryan’s name each time.
    Finally, Ryan answered from Eli’s cabin. “I’m here, Captain.”
    “What are you doing? I need you to translate for me,” Kane said in obvious relief.
    “I’m playing cards with Eli. This bitch is cheating. I’ll be in your cabin in three.”
    “I’m not in my