Force Me - The Princess by Marteeka Karland Page B

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    “You bastard,” Mia gasped. His masculine chuckle sounded in response.
     
    "That's no way to speak to your king." There was no rancor in his words; in fact, he smiled at her as if he knew how much she needed this. Needed him.
     
    Mia closed her mouth, biting the inside of her lip to keep from sobbing in frustration. He continued to caress her, his big rough hands seeming to memorize every curve and hollow of her body. It was oddly...intimate. This wasn't what she'd expected of the barbarian king. Barbarians conquered. They didn't seduce. Did they?
     
    He kissed his way up her body to her face, lingering at the hollow between her shoulder and neck, sucking lightly. He nibbled up her neck, paying attention to the skin just below her ear. Mia bunched her fists around the ties that held her hands as he moved to release her from her bindings. She fought not to touch him; if she touched him, she knew he'd move in for the kill.
     
    For a breath of time, he paused, his face inches from hers. All she had to do was lean into him and his lips would press against hers...
     
    Then he was gone. Standing, looking at her as if he were about to eat her alive. There was lust shining brightly in the amber depths of his eyes. Lust for her. Mia knew lust when she saw it. But this...this was something more. He looked at her with possessiveness and need, longing such as she'd never seen before. It wasn't that of a man looking at a woman, but that of one mate looking at another. That scared her more than his brutal kidnapping of her right under her father's nose.
     
    In one swift motion, he whipped off his shirt, undoing his breeches with long, deft fingers. His body was magnificent. Dark golden skin roped with veins and chiseled with thick muscles. A warrior's body. Honed in battle. Scars crisscrossed his chest as if he'd been wounded many times, but they only added to his masculine beauty rather than detracted from it. He bent to drop his pants to the floor and when he rose, his cock greeted her. Thick, hard, and proud, it was as beautiful as the rest of him.
     
    “Do you still want to be free, little Princess?”
     
    Mia hated the fact that she didn’t—she couldn’t imagine being anywhere but where she was at the moment, or any moment in the future, for that matter. She wasn't about to admit it, however. It would only give the infuriating man even more power over her.
     
    “Yes! Release me and return me to my father and I might be merciful.” Brave words. Too bad she didn’t feel any of them.
     
    “I think not.” Baran chuckled, his fingers once again trailing down the length of her body. “And rest assured I will not be merciful with you.”
     
    The declaration sent tingles racing down her spine. No, she didn't want his mercy. She needed him to do his worst. Craved it. Just as soon as the gentle caresses started they stopped, and a sharp, hot blow fell across her mons, setting her already heated pussy on fire. One sharp smack followed another, blow after blow; not his full strength surely, but stinging perfectly, lifting her higher and higher until she came with a shattered cry, her entire body lifting against her restraints.
     
    “So fucking beautiful,” Baran murmured, awarding her body’s capitulation with a deep kiss, right on her pussy.
     
    Sliding his tongue through her nether lips, he worked it into her cunt, probing her most intimate area with exquisite thoroughness. He didn't let her come down from her orgasmic high, but rather fed it, pushing her higher and higher until she was afraid she'd fall into an abyss of pleasure she could never get out of.
     
    Just when the overwhelming sensations started to crest, Baran moved away from her to release her legs, then crawl up her body. With one sure, swift thrust, he buried himself inside her. She burned from his invasion, but wrapped her legs around his waist in welcome. This was what she needed. Mia was no virgin. She took her pleasure anywhere and