When Riley keened, he froze and looked up at her face. She was arched off the bed, straining in the bonds that coiled around her torso. Her restrained hands clenched and unclenched on thin air. Her whole body was rigid like a statue dedicated to ecstasy.
Stunning.
Cyprian had to be a part of the wild beauty in front of him. He had to possess her. To own her. Cyprian was stretched along the length of Riley in less than a heartbeat, caging her in his arms. His shaft pushed past the quaking muscles of her channel. He twisted his hips, working his girth into her spasming sheath.
Riley’s eyes opened wide at the sudden invasion, then drifted to half-mast. Cyprian stared down into their fathomless dark depths. She was just as overcome with passion as he was. She peaked, but still wanted more.
Unbelievable.
“Give me your pleasure,” Cyprian husked as he crammed the length of his shaft deep into her body.
Riley lunged forward and bit down on his lip. It stung, but she didn’t draw blood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging his full weight down on her. Riley’s soft, lush body rubbed against him as she made a sexy growling noise.
Cyprian pulled out, only to shove back in again, taking up a swift rhythm, pumping his hips. Riley started to suck frantically at his lip. Her tongue breached his mouth, and she moaned another delicious deep sound. Cyprian wasn’t prepared for how wonderful the human custom of kissing was. His breath caught in his chest when her tongue stroked one canine. He never realized how sensitive they were. His shaft kicked, and at the same time he felt a flood of conjugo serum spurt into his mouth. Riley gasped when she tasted the pheromone in his mouth, and her channel spasmed hard around his erection.
How is it possible for her to feel this incredible?
“Harder, you fucking beast,” Riley growled out.
Her aggression should’ve turned him off. It was one of the qualities he convinced himself he didn’t like about humans. Yet Cyprian found it was completely the opposite with Riley. The unrepressed female had thrown the cage wide open on his inner beast. His feral side had completely ensnared him. It demanded he claim the female beneath him. Riley would belong to him, mind, body and soul.
Cyprian wrapped his fist in Riley’s long hair, and tugged her head to one side. He struck her neck, burying his canines deep, as he slammed his shaft into her hot little body. He was losing control, and yet he couldn’t halt the violent need to brand her over and over. His mouth worked her shoulder, pumping more of the serum into her eager body.
The sound of the bed slamming into the wall should’ve told him he was being too rough. Her keening voice should’ve bothered him. But between the incoherent ecstatic cries, he heard her moan ‘yes’. It pushed him to do things he never would’ve done to a female, for fear of hurting her.
Riley’s channel was so wet. The way her inner muscles worked his shaft weren’t right. She had a control over her body that brought him to his knees. His arousal began to swell and kick. He reared back to pull out, before he spilled his seed, but Riley’s ankles locked behind his straining ass.
“Don’t you dare steal this orgasm from me, if you ever want to have a peaceful night of sleep,” she growled at him.
Cyprian snarled, baring his fangs at the wild manx. If she wanted him, that’s what she’d get.
Riley
Cyprian was blowing her mind. The first time wasn’t just a fluke. The man was a god in the sack. Riley wasn’t a whore, but the convent at Saint Joseph’s wasn’t going to be sending her a personal invite to join the order either. She’d had her fair share of exciting encounters, and this trumped all of them.
Her heightened arousal wasn’t just because Cyprian was built like a demonic Adonis, and had the anatomy of a sex toy. For some reason his surly demeanor, and dominant swagger, sent a frisson of excitement through her, even as it drew her ire. Add the twinges of uncertainty when he tied her up, and it made the pleasure all that more intense.
Then all of a sudden Cyprian attempted to pull free. Riley panicked. She wouldn’t be denied.
Not this time, dammit.
“Don’t you dare steal this orgasm from me, if you ever want to have a peaceful night of sleep.”
Cyprian pulled his cock free of her body, and Riley suddenly felt bereft and empty. Just as the disappointment started to wash over Riley, Cyprian shoved her knees against her chest, pushing her ass into the air. He paused for a moment to consider her, his intense eyes raking over her prone quaking pussy. The expression on his face was savage, making Riley worry that she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
Cyprian gripped his ribbed cock and slapped it against her cleft a few times. His engorged crown struck her clit making Riley gasp. He cast her that sardonic smile, but this time it was twisted with wicked intent. Then without warning he slammed his cock into her pussy, burying it to the hilt.
Riley’s gasp turned to a cry of ecstasy tinged with pain. There wasn’t a nerve left untouched, as Cyprian filled her to the breaking point. The change of position, abraded her g-spot in a whole new way. Cyprian only gave her a moment to adjust, before he started pistoning into her body at an inhuman speed. She could feel every one of the wicked knots on Cyprian’s cock, as he split her in two.
Riley had read about a third kind of orgasm that could be achieved when the head of a man’s cock thrust against the far recesses of the vagina. That had to be what she felt lashing her in waves.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Riley grunted unable to catch her breath.
She still felt the wonderful heat of Cyprian’s drugged kiss. It mixed with his fervent thrusts, twisting her tighter. Riley was spiraling faster and deeper, toward a culmination unlike anything she believed possible. She feared what would become of her when she snapped.
Her stomach clenched, doing mini crunches as her thighs quaked. Riley’s head tossed back and forth as the ecstasy peaked, then ripped through her. She’d been enslaved by the devil himself. That’s the only thing that explained the way every part of her shattered into a million pieces.
“Mine,” Cyprian roared.
The possessive declaration that vibrated deep from his chest, added to the searing inferno. Cyprian was the picture of male dominance, with his fangs bared menacingly, as his hips strained, and his pulsing cock surged deep into her pussy.
Riley felt his hot seed spray her spasming channel, as he snarled. His cum was drugged, just like his kiss. Riley contorted off the bed when the chemical euphoria hit her bloodstream. Every neuron shorted out and her heart skipped a beat in her chest. Her vision turned bright white, and she wondered if she was dying.
This has to be heaven… or hell.
Riley collapsed, succumbing to the intensity. She didn’t even mind Cyprian’s massive spent body pressed against hers, as they caught their breath. It felt right somehow.
Riley came around, when Cyprian rolled to the side and untied her. His fingers gently stroked her breasts and ribs, dissipating the tingling feeling from where the ropes had been. The tender way Cyprian touched her was the opposite of what she expected from a man who’d bought a sex slave.
Riley shook free of the soft notion before it took root in her mind. She couldn’t let the occasional tender touch, or euphoric orgasm, sway her from the facts of her situation. She was Cyprian’s slave, plain and simple.
At some point, you need to look inward, and discover why you had the best sex ever with your captor. You can say it’s his crazy bite, but you were getting wet the second he tied you up. Sick girl.
A loud banging on the door, pulled Riley from her thoughts.
“What?” Cyprian growled.
“Open up.”
Cyprian huffed, tossed a blanket over Riley, then pulled himself out of bed. The man didn’t seem to care that he was naked when he answered the door.
“I need to talk to you,” Vintor insisted.
Vintor glanced at Riley wearing a frown, then stomped to the bathroom.
“Stay there,” Cyprian insis
ted as he followed the other demon.
Riley couldn’t get up if she wanted to. Although she wasn’t about to tell Cyprian that, since he was back to dishing out commands. If she wasn’t so blissfully lethargic, she would’ve flipped him off.
Ass, Riley retorted silently. A nice ass, she thought as she admired his retreating glutes, but still an ass.
“What do you think you are doing with the female?” she heard Vintor say before the door closed.
“Don’t lecture me,” Cyprian growled in reply.
This sounds like quite the conversation.
It probably wasn’t wise to test Cyprian’s patience, but this discussion was clearly about her. Plus, she never actually agreed to stay in bed. Riley hauled her butt up, ignoring the way her thighs quivered. She wrapped the blanket around her, tiptoed over, and put her ear to the door.
“I understand why you mounted her in the competition. But what do you think you were doing just now?” Vintor demanded angrily. “Do you have any idea what it sounded like out there? Even those bastards were starting to get concerned at the way she was crying out.”
Great. Everyone heard you. You couldn’t be a quiet girl, could you?
“Don’t say another word,” Cyprian snarled. Even through the door the inhuman sound was frightening.
“This was not the agreement. If you’re going to continue this way, I’ll be forced to remove her from you,” Vintor said with a snarl of his own.
Riley’s eyes widened. She didn’t know what arrangement they were talking about, but Vintor was obviously pissed at the way Cyprian fucked her.
“I bound her,” Cyprian hissed.
“You what?” Vintor barked in shock.
He tied me up. Get over it. It’s not that perverted.
“I would’ve hurt her otherwise.”
“Then maybe it would be best if you handed her over to me.”
No don’t. Riley couldn’t bear the thought of being passed off to another man.
“Don’t repeat those words again,” Cyprian snarled.
Riley sighed in relief, then frowned. The emotion in Cyprian’s voice confused her. She didn’t want to be passed around, but the possessive statement gave her mixed emotions. She wanted to say Cyprian was a dog growling over a juicy new bone. Except there was something in his voice that said otherwise. Cyprian might be a domineering, slave owning bastard, but Riley was starting to believe he didn’t want her to come to harm.
Riley didn’t know what to make of her conflicting thoughts. And if she could sort it all out, it wouldn’t really change a thing. But there was one thing for sure. She wasn’t about to let some cultural taboo get in the way of the only perk of being enslaved.
Riley opened the bathroom door, without bothering to knock. Both men looked tense. Cyprian’s fists were clenched by his side, as he took deep huffing breaths through his nose. Based on their posture, her interruption had preempted a fight.
“You two can stop arguing about me.” Riley stepped between the two bristling men. “I’m a screamer. Sorry if that bothers you. Maybe I’m a sick girl, but I really don’t mind that Cyprian tied me up.” Riley shrugged as she spoke to Vintor. “But just because I enjoyed it, don’t think I’m giving you a free pass.” Riley jabbed her finger in Cyprian’s chest. She didn’t want him making a habit of it.
The men’s eyes widened at her blunt announcement.
“You tied her up?” Vintor growled at Cyprian.
If Riley hadn’t been standing between them, they might have come to blows.
“Enough posturing. I’m fine,” Riley barked sternly.
The men eyed each other for a minute then eased back.
“Riley, you misunderstood the conversation, although I’m glad you are fine, considering my friend’s behavior,” Vintor stated with an incredulous shake of his head.
“Now is not the time to discuss this,” Cyprian commented to Vintor.
Vintor didn’t appear to agree with the general, but he didn’t elaborate.
“I don’t think I did misunderstand. But you know what? I don’t care. This whole situation is fucked up. I don’t know what arrangement you two had, but I can tell you one thing, I’m not going to be passed around. And unless I yell your name, don’t come knocking on the door, with some backwards version of chivalry.”
Riley stood with her hands on her hips as she gave Vintor a piece of her mind. She didn’t understand how the Cadi could condone slavery, then have issue with all the rest. After all, she was sold as an exotic bed warmer, as Aculus had so tactlessly pointed out.
Cyprian wrapped his arm around Riley’s waist and tugged her back against him. She relaxed in his strong arms. It felt good. Riley hadn’t experienced a lot of that lately. She was going to soak it up, regardless of how she came by it.
“Oh, my friend, what have you gotten into?” Vintor laughed grimly.
Cyprian didn’t reply, he just growled a sound of frustration.
“What are you laughing about?” Riley asked. Vintor’s change in demeanor was confusing and frustrating.
“I’ll tell you some day,” Vintor replied. “Don’t worry. I won’t separate you. I’ve already seen how well that will go over. A word of advice, Cyprian, watch yourself.” With that parting advice, Vintor left.
Disaster averted, Riley sighed, feeling relieved.
Cyprian eased his grip around Riley’s waist and turned her to face him. He brushed her hair back and ran his fingers along the bite mark.
“Little Manx,” he said softly, then paused and shook his head. “You didn’t listen again. I asked you to stay in bed. You also shouldn’t have been listening to our conversation,” Cyprian chastised, although the soft way he said it, didn’t indicate he was mad.
Riley was sure that wasn’t what Cyprian started to say. The man was a conundrum.
“Yeah, apparently,” Riley yawned. She didn’t have the energy to debate him.
“Come on, Little Manx. Enough mischief. It’s bedtime.”
“Why do you call me that?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t something derogatory.
“Because you remind me of the wild feline on my planet.”
“Oh.” Riley smiled. Being compared to a wild cat was kinda cool.
Riley fell into the bed, feeling boneless. The mattress dipped when Cyprian took the spot beside her with a groan. She was suddenly exhausted, and the plush bed was heavenly. The day had felt like one giant ride on a tilt-a-whirl, with the man lying next to her at the controls. But it was telling, how quickly and soundly she fell asleep, listening to the deep rhythmic breathing beside her.
Chapter 8. The Morning After
Cyprian de Praefectus
Cyprian awoke suddenly, when he heard a strange sound in his room. He pulled the blade from beneath his pillow, prepared to do battle, then relaxed when he realized it was only Riley. He wasn’t used to waking up with company.
Son of a metcor, Cyprian cursed as he recalled the night before. Guilt over what he’d done to Riley, quickly followed.
Even while training under his sire, doing things he was certain tread the honorable line, never once had he lost control. Then he met Riley, and in minutes, she stripped away the barrier he’d erected around the beast within.
“Five years,” Riley mumbled. She was talking in her sleep. “I can’t go to jail for five years,” she sobbed louder.
Cyprian’s eyes widened at what Riley had unconsciously revealed. He knew she was willful, but he never expected the little human was a criminal.
What could a female do to have her liberties removed for five years?
His eyes narrowed as he stared at Riley. Whatever she’d done had to be serious. Cyprian closed his eyes as he shook his head. Now, not only was he tied to an obstinate human, but he found one who was a criminal among her own kind.
Are you surprised?
Riley wasn’t afraid to fight, and she was prone to twisting the truth. Add that she didn’t seem to mind pain, to her contentious nature, and it was a
volatile cocktail. Who knew what the wild, fearless female was capable of?
I’ll have to keep a closer eye on her.
“Exo, hurry,” Riley begged, capturing his attention.
Cyprian leaned in closer to hear her mumbled words.
“I know. I’ll keep it safe. The scaly dudes can’t know the location of New Earth,” Riley cried softly.
She’s hiding the location of the colony from the Jurou Biljana. How?
The acrid scent of Riley’s fear distracted Cyprian from his question. He looked at her to see tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Exo, don’t leave me,” Riley sobbed as she curled into a shuddering ball.
The sight of her gripped him. Whatever Riley had done on her home-world didn’t matter, not when faced with how much pain she was in. She was still delicate and vulnerable, despite her outward bravado. Cyprian couldn’t bear the sight of her this way. His arms automatically encircled Riley, pulling her small prone form against him.
“Riley,” he whispered soothingly as he stroked her trembling back.
A shuddering sigh escaped Riley, as she snuggled into him. Her small hand smoothed over his chest as she looked up at him with big sad eyes.
“They killed him,” Riley choked out. “I know you probably don’t care, but they killed my friend.”
Cyprian grimaced at the hopelessness in Riley’s voice.
“Just because I’m your master, doesn’t mean I agree with senseless murder.”
In this case, he cared deeply. Exo was dead. Ion will be devastated. This was a terrible blow.
That’s why Exo was pulled from the auction.
“Do you own a lot of slaves?” Riley asked, a frown twisting her face.
Cyprian stiffened, his hand freezing on her back. He didn’t know how to respond. Cyprian felt lower than trash with the way she looked at him, when she asked the question. The truth was, he had once owned slaves. He’d never been cruel to the Toufik, but that was no excuse.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know?” Riley let him off the hook with a shake of her head.
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