Grabbed by Vicious: 1

by Lopez, Lolita

  Of course, he hadn’t had a woman like Hallie perched on his lap, either. There was something beguiling about her hesitant, awkward kisses and touches. Some primitive part of him rejoiced at the knowledge that he would be the first and only man to know her body. It was his hands and his mouth that had evoked that first passionate climax. It would be his seed that first marked her, his seed that took hold in her untouched womb.

  Burning with desire, he slipped his hand into her hair and tangled his fingers in the dark waves. He claimed her mouth in a more insistent kiss. She whimpered against his lips and clutched at him. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders. He slid his arm around her waist and turned her on his lap until she straddled him. He cupped her backside and shifted their bodies.

  Vicious guided Hallie down to the bed and crawled over her. Their mouths continued their sensual dance as he moved between her thighs. His cock jutted into her soft belly, the weeping tip smearing pre-cum all over her skin. He couldn’t remember ever being this excited. Even his first time hadn’t turned his blood so hot. He wanted Hallie so badly. She’d ensnared him and now only her supple flesh would sate him.

  His hands roamed her womanly curves while their mouths mated. She held tight to his sides at first, as if afraid to let go, but as his fingers caressed and stroked, she grew more relaxed. Her hands glided up and down his sides and followed the muscled ridges of his arms.

  His breaths grew shaky as he tried to maintain some semblance of control. She tempted him to give in to his darker side, to the primitive maleness that demanded he take her now. He remembered the fright in her eyes and silently vowed he would show her patience and assuage those fears.

  “Hallie,” he whispered against her neck. His every thought was consumed by her. She arched under him as his hand rode the curve of her inner thigh. Still wet and hot, her pussy welcomed his invading fingers. He plunged two fingers inside her virgin channel and worked them slowly in and out. His thumb found her clit and strummed it just so.

  “Vicious!” Her small breasts, the nipples so hard, rubbed his chest. He shifted his weight and dipped his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth and laving it with his tongue. “Oh! Ah!”

  Her pants and moans made his belly quiver. She responded to him so beautifully. There was nothing forced or faked. She had no filter and played to none of his fantasies as his paid women often did. No, Hallie gave him only honesty.

  He devoured her mouth as his fingers drove her closer and closer to orgasm. Their cheeks grazed one another as she panted against his ear. She scratched at him, her fingernails no doubt leaving their mark. He moved between her thighs, rising up on his knees while his thumb carried on its rhythmic circles and his fingers plunged in and out of her dripping core.

  When she began to tighten around his fingers, he knew it was time. Wordlessly, he pulled his hand away and gripped the base of his cock. Before she could protest or embrace fear, Vicious pressed the head of his shaft into her virgin pussy and thrust forward.

  “Oh!” She cried out loudly and flinched in pain.

  A vise-like grip of guilt squeezed his chest. He cursed biology in that moment, hating himself for being so large and nature for making her so small and tight.

  Moving only the smallest fraction inside her, he bent and kissed her tenderly. Her eyes glistened but no tears spilled onto her cheeks. He expected to see anger or hatred in her gaze but it was only wonder and awe directed at him. She lifted her mouth to his and pulled on his shoulder, silently coaxing him to continue.

  The fear of causing her real pain or damage kept his baser needs in check. Never had he felt anything so tight or hot or wet. His balls buzzed and his lower gut clenched. He wanted to pound into her virgin cunt until he spilled his seed, but didn’t. If he ever wanted to make love to her again, he had to show her that there was pleasure to be found in coupling.

  Leaning on one elbow, he stroked her cheek and thrust forward only an inch or so before retreating. Her lips parted and their noses touched as he rocked slowly back and forth, not yet deepening his penetration. She began to relax beneath him as he kissed and caressed her. The hands once fisted at her sides began to unfurl. When she gripped his shoulders and rose up to meet his thrust, he knew it was time.

  He slid a hand between their bodies and started to strum her clit. She shook her head and tried to shove aside his hand. “It’s too much,” she whispered, her voice drawn.

  Vicious nuzzled her nose and pressed their lips together. “Trust me, Kitten.”

  The grip she had on his wrist loosened. He held her gaze as he rubbed her clit, his pace slow and his pressure light. When all the tenseness left her limbs, she sighed and pressed her lips to his again. His tongue darted inside her mouth. She was so fucking wet now, the slick nectar proof of her arousal and enjoyment. It eased the friction between their bodies and brought them both pleasure.

  Her breathing deepened and her cheeks flushed. He shook with anticipation, certain her climax was upon them. Those stiff pink peaks teased his chest. He claimed her mouth and sped up the pace of his fingers, the circles tighter and quicker.

  “Ah! Ah! Unnnhh!” She clawed at him now. Her pussy clenched even as her pleading gaze begged for more. When she burst with ecstasy, she threw back her head and bared her neck to him. “Vicious!”

  The sound of his name falling from those pink, pouting lips as she climaxed was the sweetest gift he’d ever received. It was all he could do not to pound through her orgasm. He gritted his teeth and tried not to chase his own release.

  But when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply, it was all over for him. “Vicious, please,” she begged. “More. More.”

  Her breathless pleading shattered him. Forearms on either side of her head, Vicious made love to her mouth while his hips snapped and his cock drove into her again and again. His thick shaft was too much for her to take completely but he didn’t care. Even just having two-thirds of his cock buried in her was enough. Her slick, hot flesh felt so damn good enveloping him. He couldn’t get enough of her. In that moment, Vicious never wanted to leave Hallie’s body. He could stay wrapped inside her pussy for the rest of his life and die a happy man.

  He nibbled her earlobe and she bucked beneath him. He didn’t know if she could climax again so soon but he was damn well going to try. He changed the angle of his penetration and she shouted his name. He shivered in her arms and took her faster and harder. “Come with me. Come now.”

  She seemed stunned when her body responded to his urgings. “Vicious!”

  As Hallie rocked and clutched at him, Vicious buried his face in her hair and allowed his climax to overtake him. His toes curled toward his heels as every muscle in his body tightened in anticipation. “Hallie!”

  The shock of his orgasm ripped her name from his lips. Semen rocketed through his shaft. He came so hard he felt certain he would pass out from the sheer bliss of it. Beneath him, Hallie trembled and whimpered, her body wrung out after so many orgasms brought on by his skillful hands and mouth.

  Boneless, he dropped forward on his elbows and tried to keep his weight from crushing her small form. When she kissed his neck, Vicious understood why so many men put their names forward for the most dangerous of missions in hopes of earning enough points to participate in a Grab. This—oh god—this was what every man craved and needed. He’d known Hallie only half a day but they already shared a deeper connection than any he’d ever imagined possible. She’d just given him the greatest gift possible and now showed him such kindness, such tenderness.

  He pulled out as gently as possible and rolled onto his side. He cradled her to his chest and claimed her mouth with loving kisses. Forehead to forehead, he murmured, “You were so wonderful, Hallie.”

  “I didn’t disappoint you?”

  “Never.” He tipped her chin and took her mouth in a sensual kiss. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sore?”

  She looked embarrassed. “Yes.”


  “It will be easier next time.” Then with a grin, he added, “We’ll have to make sure you get lots of practice.”

  She laughed. “Well, if it feels like that every time, I’m okay with that.”

  “It will,” he assured her. “It will only get better.”

  “Better?” She shook her head. “You might kill me.”

  “Never.” He kissed her again, seemingly unable to get enough of her soft mouth. “I like this side of you.”

  “The relaxed, not-scared-out-of-my-mind side?”

  He nodded. Reluctantly, he asked, “Are you still afraid of me?”

  “Honestly?”

  “Yes.” He steeled himself for the worst.

  “A little,” she confessed. “I don’t think you’re going to hurt me physically or mentally. It’s not that kind of fear. It’s the fear of the unknown. I don’t know what it means to live in this world of yours. I mean, I’m on a sky ship right now. I’m orbiting in space above my planet. I never in my wildest dreams imagined living on one of these. I’m a feet-on-the-ground kind of girl.”

  He understood this fear. “I’ll admit to some concern about building a successful relationship with a stranger. I picked you out of a crowd on instinct. I have to trust that I chose properly.” His hand glided down her back and cupped her bottom. “So far, we seem well matched.”

  “In bed,” she pointed out carefully. “We can’t live our lives in the bedroom, Vicious.”

  He palmed her breast and tweaked her nipple. “Don’t tempt me to retire, Hallie.”

  “Will you?”

  He frowned. “Will I what? Retire?” She nodded. “Not likely.” His gut soured. “Why? Do you want me to leave my position?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know a lot about your culture but I do know that serving in the military is a point of pride for your kind. Besides, you’re an officer. That must have taken a great deal of hard work and dedication and risk to attain. I wouldn’t ask you to give up something that important.”

  Her answer surprised him. He’d known men who gave up their careers after their foreign brides couldn’t acclimate to the military lifestyle. She came from an extremely pacifist culture so he’d expected her to object to his vocation. To know that she respected what he’d given blood and sweat to earn meant a great deal to him.

  “I want to bathe you now.”

  Her eyes widened. “Why?”

  He laughed at her reply. “Because it would please me.”

  “Oh.”

  “Come.” He sat up and pulled her with him. He noticed her wince of discomfort so he swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. It was a nicely appointed room and very spacious. He placed Hallie on the edge of the deep, wide tub and tapped the controls on the adjacent walls to adjust the water temperature.

  “How do you keep enough water onboard for everyone? I mean, isn’t that very heavy?”

  “I’m not an engineer,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I can find one tomorrow if you’re that interested.”

  She shrugged. “I know how heavy it is to carry water from the well just for my family. I can’t imagine what it must be like to haul around enough water for a warship.”

  He decided not to tell her about the filtration systems. He’d heard these foreign brides weren’t comfortable with the idea of drinking water that had been recycled. She eyed the water temperature and flow device with curiosity. He remembered how low-tech her world was. “In the morning, I’ll show you how everything works.”

  “I’d appreciate it.”

  “It’s no problem.” He grabbed towels and placed them next to her thigh. “Come here, Kitten.”

  She came to him without hesitation and he helped her into the tub. He climbed in after her and sank down into the corner. He opened his arms and she slid into place, her back to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and held her. He wondered if he’d tire of this.

  He could tell she was sleepy. After her day, he wasn’t surprised. She’d raced more than a mile in heavy woods, undergone the trying intake procedure and spent the evening under his hands and mouth.

  He gently washed her body, taking care to keep her collar and hair dry. After cleansing himself, he shifted her forward a bit and slid out from behind her. He hit the drain and climbed out of the tub and onto the mat. He secured a towel around his waist before scooping her out of the quickly disappearing water. She leaned against him as he dried her damp skin then examined her wrists and ankles for bruising, finding only slight redness. She’d thrashed around so hard on the restraint table. His cuffs were too large for her small wrists and gave too much leeway to keep her from twisting. He made a mental note to hit the supply store in the morning for extra padding or to special order a smaller set.

  She rested her cheek to his chest when he lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom. Her sweet submission and acceptance touched him deeply. He’d never had the chance to do any of this after coupling. In some ways, he was as much a virgin as Hallie. Sleeping all night with a woman was a fantasy he’d long entertained.

  He placed her in his bed and removed his towel. He let it fall to the floor, not caring that it went against everything he’d ever been taught about tidiness. When he put a knee on the bed, her gaze moved to one of the pillows that had been shoved aside while they were making love. One of his restraint devices had been uncovered. He noticed the uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

  She reached out and pulled free the long chain attached to the headboard. The fingers of her other hand moved to her white bride’s collar and the small silver ring dangling from the front. He watched the warring emotions on her face, held his breath as he waited for her to speak.

  His heart swelled in his chest when she lifted the chain to her neck and started to hook it to the ring on her collar.

  To have her show such submission filled him with adoration, but it was the sadness reflected in her gaze that pierced his heart. Was this what he wanted? He’d asked for her submission in private. She’d just freely given it.

  And yet it didn’t feel right. He couldn’t explain it, but those fantasies of his collared wife sleeping safely chained to his bed no longer held such appeal.

  “No.” He gently pushed aside her hand and unhooked the chain from her collar. He gave the chain a hard tug, ripping it free from its headboard mount, and tossed it over his shoulder. The chain clattered and clanged as it hit the floor and skidded to a halt in the far corner.

  Her lower lip wobbled. “Did I do it wrong?”

  He shook his head and pinned her to the bed. He nuzzled her neck before claiming her mouth in a loving kiss. “You did everything just right.”

  Chapter Four

  Hallie woke to the sensation of strange hands stroking her body. Panic gripped her belly until the haze of sleep dissipated. Vicious.

  “Good morning, Kitten.”

  She smiled at his pet name and decided to offer him the same show of intimacy. “Good morning…Master.”

  He chuckled against her shoulder and placed a noisy kiss on her neck. “Did you sleep well?”

  “I did.” She felt well rested and relaxed. Typically, she woke up stressed and still tired. Fleeting thoughts of her family, her father and two older brothers who still lived at home, flashed through her mind. Had they gotten up on time? Had they managed to put together a breakfast of some kind? What would they do about lunch?

  “What are you thinking about, Hallie?” He caressed her abdomen and nuzzled his nose against her neck.

  “That my family probably hasn’t had breakfast and won’t eat lunch, either.”

  Vicious grunted. “They’re grown men?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then they can fend for themselves.”

  He made it sound so simple. In reality, it was anything but simple. “Will I be able to speak to them?”

  “Soon,” he replied. “We have a mandatory thirty-day blackout for new brides.”

  “Is there any
wiggle room in there? My sister—she doesn’t keep in contact with the rest of our family. She’ll worry.”

  Vicious went silent as he considered her request. “I might be able to pull some strings and send her a message. I can’t make any promises but I’ll try.”

  His offer meant so much to her. He could have just as easily said no. That he was willing to try spoke volumes. She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed a couple of fingertips. “Thank you.”

  He made a soft grunting noise behind her. “Don’t thank me yet. I may not be able to come through for you.” He palmed her breast and gave it a squeeze. “And don’t even think about trying to send some kind of coded message asking for rescue, Hallie. It won’t work and it will cost your village a great deal.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath at his thinly veiled threat. “You would burn my village because of a message?”

  “Who said anything about burn?” He snorted as if amused by her overreaction. “No, Hallie. There are financial penalties in place to prevent such things. When your council agreed to the marriage swaps for security, they also agreed to pay a certain amount of money for any bride who refused to honor the contract.”

  “I didn’t know.”

  “Well now you do.”

  “I wouldn’t, you know.”

  “Try to send a message for help?” His thumb brushed her still soft nipple and coaxed it to a hard peak. “No,” he said finally. “I don’t think you would.”

  “But others have?” She tried to ignore the wicked sensations he evoked. It was morning, after all. Lovemaking was something constrained to the night. It simply wasn’t decent to engage in those kinds of lascivious activities during the light hours.

  “Not from your village,” Vicious answered, “but a few years ago, there was another planet and a rash of coded messages. Two of our transport ships were attacked by family members of the females. The relatives were all killed in the skirmish. Some of our men were injured. It…didn’t end well.”