by Pearl Foxx
Veronica returned to the main antechamber to find Maxsym lounging in a wooden chair, his booted feet propped up on a marble tabletop.
"Get up," she commanded.
How dare he display such disrespect, not only for the antiques and the effort that went into designing such a luxurious room, but to her father as well? Who was this guard who thought he could disrespect the man who controlled his entire life?
Maxsym smirked at her with that infuriating grin and stood slowly, running his hands over his thighs to straighten his uniform pants, but not before Veronica got a sense of the bulge in his pants. He was impressively masculine in every way. That familiar tingle returned between her legs.
And why not have a little fun? He was infuriating but easy on the eyes with all that dark hair and muscled shoulders.
Perhaps all is not lost, she thought as she looked him up and down like a meal waiting to be devoured.
Maxsym quirked one eyebrow and let his small smirk turn into a bright, open smile. "So, it's Ronnie, is it?"
Veronica saw red.
Chapter Two
Maxsym
“So, it’s Ronnie, is it?”
Maxsym couldn't help himself. Something about getting this girl riled up completely got him off. Every time she looked at him, her face curled into the cutest little snarl, and he wanted to see if she could live up to the promise of her threats.
When he’d defied both his leader and his queen’s direct order not to engage in a solo mission to the Zynthar International Space Station to assassinate Commander Gideon, Maxsym hadn’t expected to encounter any remotely interesting humans. But since he’d been assigned to the private guard of the commander’s beautiful, spoiled daughter, Veronica, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. While he wasn't the kind of Draqon who stood still and waited for things to happen, Veronica most certainly wasn’t the kind of human to allow anything less than balls to the wall.
He hated to admit it, but he really liked that about her.
When the chestnut-haired pain in the ass narrowed her eyes at Maxsym, he couldn't help his smile. He'd intended to send her his sexiest smirk, but the amount of rage in her ember-lit brown eyes turned him on more than expected.
"You don’t fucking call me that," she snarled prettily.
Maxsym’s smile grew exponentially. Something about her tart princess mouth swearing really did it for him. “Sure thing.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Miss.”
She stood with her hands on her hips. The ridiculous filmy yellow dress stuck out in every direction around her legs. She looked like a disfigured Skax bird. Had he run into anything that looked remotely like that back home, he would have shifted into his Draqon form and killed it on sight. The thought made him burst out laughing.
"You’re laughing at me?" Her incredulity doubled, and Maxsym swore she was one second away from stomping her foot and sticking her tongue out at him.
"I'm sorry." He raised both hands in surrender and tried to calm his mirth. "You just … that dress is not working. I don't know if you're supposed to be a bird or a child's toy or a decorative chandelier."
Her face turned bright red, the angry flush working up from her ample, pale cleavage to the delicate skin of her neck. There, his eyes caught. Little nicks and bruises wound their way into her hairline.
“What’s on your neck?” The words rumbled up from his chest, more a vibrating growl than the common universal language.
“It’s nothing,” she snapped, turning away from him.
He caught her arm. “Tell me.”
“Get your hand off me.” The menace in her words almost matched his, and she cocked a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him. “Now.”
He released her and softened his voice despite the instinct to slam something against the wall and beat the crap out of it. “Tell me what happened.”
"Oh, so now you’re acting like my guard? First, you won't let my seamstress in my room, then you dismiss all my other guards, then you follow me around like a lovesick puppy throughout the entire evening—"
"I did not follow you around,” Maxsym jumped in to correct her. “It's my job to know where you are.”
"Then where were you when that perverted lieutenant felt me up in the service corridor?"
Red fury shuddered up his spine, and black dots spotted his vision. From his back, where his wings rested, ready and waiting just beneath his skin, he felt a bone-deep pull. The urge to unleash his Draqon form and empart justice on the degenerate who dared touch her grated on his nerves. But if he shifted here, in a rage of emotion for a woman he’d just met and shouldn’t care for, he’d ruin months of undercover work that had gotten him close enough to the Gideon family to be standing here having this argument.
He took a deep breath to keep his wings from ripping through his guard’s uniform, and he was relieved no smoke or fire curled from his nostrils, though he could taste acid on the back of his tongue.
Veronica watched him closely, her dark eyes seeing far too much. “Are you okay?”
"A name," he ground out through gritted teeth. “Give me a name.”
She crossed her arms beneath her ample chest, cocking her hip as if he were the exasperating one. "I can handle myself, and if you're going to guard the commander’s daughter, you better learn to show some respect before I report you."
Maxsym’s fury lessened but still vibrated under the surface of his skin. Why was he so mad? Why did he care if something happened to this bratty female who cared more about what she wore than the ramifications of her father’s greed for extraplanetary resources that he had no right to?
He let the tension in his shoulders further unspool before asking with a sneer, “You’re going to tell your daddy on me?"
"I’d prefer not to, but if you can't get yourself under control, I might have to." She strode past him into the waiting elevator. "You'd better come with me. You wouldn't want to be caught in my father's penthouse alone with my mother, and you don't have clearance to open this door."
The elevator door began to slide shut, and she shot him an evil smile.
Cursing, Maxsym flung himself through the closing doors, tilting sideways to slip between themt. In his rush, he slammed against Veronica, knocking her against the wall. He stopped short of falling on her completely by bracing his hand above her head. His mouth landed millimeters from hers, and her sweet breath warmed his face.
The heat he'd felt earlier reared again, but this time, it wasn't fury. The woman was strikingly beautiful up close. Underneath layers of ridiculous dress, her gorgeous face had full soft lips and soulful brown eyes.
She inhaled quickly, her chest heaving against his body and her mouth hanging open, wonderfully silent for once.
He leaned down, unable to control his reaction to her proximity, and pressed his lips against hers.
At first, she didn't respond, and he pulled away, not interested in women who didn't want him. But as he disengaged, she wrapped her arms around his neck and reeled him back in against her mouth, pressing her lips against his with a hard kiss and the pinch of teeth.
Maxsym groaned at her aggressiveness, surprised by his body’s reaction to her. He ran his hands through her chestnut-colored hair, wrapping the curls around his fingers. He pressed harder against her, connecting the front of his body to every part of her he could touch. His hardening cock ached as he ground it against her belly, and his hands greedily explored her body through the nonsensical dress. He reached for the fabric and began to rip it, wanting to feel the soft skin hiding beneath.
"Stop," she whispered despite their location. "You’ll ruin my dress."
Maxsym let out a throaty laugh.
She squinted at him, annoyance bubbling in her expression, but then she laughed as well.
"I mean, I can’t exactly walk through the halls of the station naked." She reached for him again, sliding her fingers into his thick black hair, demanding he bring his lips down to hers for another heated kiss.
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p; When they were both panting heavily, she pulled away. He adjusted his pants, earning himself a rare, full smile from the girl who, just a few moments ago, he had been ready to throttle.
The elevator had yet to move, waiting for a destination. Smoothing her mussed hair, Veronica considered the softly glowing touchscreen. She tapped her swollen lips and shot him a considering look that trailed down to his hard cock. "Computer, maintenance bay."
"Yes, Veronica Gideon," the station’s AI responded.
Maxsym leaned against the wall of the tiny silver box and hooked his legs at the ankle, watching her. His broad Draqon shoulders strained against the confines of the uniform intended for a mere human male as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Maintenance bay?"
"I can't exactly take you back to my rooms, can I?" Veronica blinked at him without expression, leaving him speechless.
Had she just propositioned him? No, she hadn’t even bothered. She’d gone straight to the business end of the proposition.
Moons, the balls on this woman.
She thrilled him like no female he’d ever met.
When the doors opened, she strode out as if she owned the place, which, in a way, she did. Her father was the most powerful man in all of Earth's political arenas, controlling the import and export of all valuable resources. But as she sashayed down the maintenance hallway, ignoring the few techs they passed, Maxsym couldn't think of her as the daughter of Commander Gideon, his target for assassination. Instead, all he could think of was how the swing of her dress accentuated what he was sure was a luscious ass.
When the hall emptied out and the lights flickered in and out of power-save mode, Maxsym grabbed Veronica by the arm and twirled her around to face him. The growing pain in his cock from being hard with no release and his need to get his hands on her body made him rough. "Where are we going?"
"Honestly, I was wondering how long you were going to follow me.” She smirked up at him with a pouty lower lip and a twinkle in her eye.
He didn't think before he acted. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the metal wall of the maintenance hallway, covering her ridiculous garb in grease and oil and other unknown contaminants. He leaned in close and whispered against her lips, "Are you fucking with me?"
Veronica chuckled, something dangerous glimmering in her eyes. "Are you going to do something about it?"
Maxsym smacked the wall beside her head hard enough to dent the metal, but her smirk only grew. With a growl, he crashed his mouth against hers, their lips and teeth in a battle for dominance.
Veronica was small, but she gave as good as she got. He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped the yellow fabric down the front, exposing more of her round, pale breasts.
"My dress," she squealed.
The sound of her voice reverberated down the hall. They looked around to see if anyone had witnessed their moment of lust-fueled idiocy.
"Come with me," Maxsym demanded, taking her arm and rushing them down the hall to the next door. He used his security clearance to open it, only to find a work room used for storage, with dim, flickering fluorescent lights overhead.
He didn't take the time to figure out exactly where they were, only registering that no one else was in the room.
Veronica leaned against him as he closed the door and touched his rock-hard cock.
"Can I see it?" She shoved him back against the door hard enough for him to bite his tongue and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Holy shit, Maxsym thought as she deftly unhooked his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles.
He was honestly afraid he would come just from the eager look in her eyes.
As soon as his pants no longer constrained him, she returned her attention to his cock. She stroked his length and she murmured her approval of his size. Her tiny soft hands felt like feathers against his burning skin. He ground his teeth to keep from asking her to go faster, harder. He wanted to thrust deep into her mouth, but he wasn't about to let her to see the effect she had him.
When he was seconds from losing his mind, she reached out with her tongue and licked the drop of pre-come beaded on the head of his cock.
"Tasty." She smiled into the darkness, and Maxsym groaned. He fisted one hand in his hair and pressed the other against the back of her head, urging her on.
She breathed against his length before licking it from base to head, swirling her tongue delicately along the tip.
"Is it your goal to make me come all over you?" Maxsym growled.
"If you do, I won’t get to feel you inside me," she said with a lilting promise before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him deep into her throat. When he thought she couldn't take any more, she swallowed him deeper. She wrapped one hand around the base of him, stroking to the rhythm of her bobbing head. The other hand gripped his balls with a firm tug.
Maxsym released another loud groan, unable to contain his sounds of pleasure as her wet, luscious mouth sucked him in. She twisted her tongue around his length, teasing every inch of his impossibly hard cock. He rocked his hips with her movements, unable to stop himself from fucking her mouth. He wanted to come down that long beautiful throat until she choked.
He began to lose control of his movements, and his balls tightened against his body. He gripped her by the shoulders, pulling her off with a pop of her lips. His cock was red and angry, desperate to find its release in the warmth between her lips.
"You liked it?" Her full smile was most certainly mocking.
Maxsym lifted her to her feet and ripped the rest of the dress from breast to belly. She stood before him, the ridiculous yellow garment draping off her gorgeous shape. Her large round breasts hung heavily with perfect pink nipples. He took one into his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth.
Veronica gripped his shoulders, then reached for the hem of his uniform shirt and pulled it up, exposing his stacked abs.
He jerked away from her before she could pull his shirt up any higher and expose the swath of purple and green Draqon scales that ran across his chest. Being with her was a stupid risk. Utterly insane. But the room was dark, and she’d seen nothing of consequence.
"Less clothes. More fucking," she demanded, reaching for his shirt again.
“I certainly agree with you on the fucking part.” Maxsym grabbed her hips and spun her around so she faced the worktable, her full ass pressed against his cock.
She swept the tabletop clear with a laugh, sending metallic widgets across the room.
He pushed her forward and gathered the stupid yellow fabric up around her waist. She rose onto her toes, presenting her round, pert ass. He smacked it hard, rippling her flesh and turning it a flushed pink.
Veronica gasped and spread her shaking legs.
He gripped her hips with his hands, pressing her down against the metal table, and bent his knees then pushed inside her swollen, greedy lower lips. He watched with rapt attention as the head of his cock disappeared inside her.
She moaned and pushed back against him, forcing him deeper. Maxsym slid inside the woman eagerly lying before him until he was fully seated, his balls up against her pussy, his body shaking with restraint. He wanted to slam into her over and over and fill her with every last ounce of his come until it dripped out of her. Other Kladians had taken human mates, so he knew her body could handle it, but just being inside her felt like letting go in a way he never did. That he never allowed.
“Fuck, Maxsym.” She shimmied against him and clenched her inner walls, wrenching his self-restraint from his grasp.
When he moved, it was at a deep, blinding pace. He rocked inside her and pulled back out, her pussy gripping him, holding him tight, contracting around his cock. Then he slammed back in.
The table moved beneath them, and Veronica shouted. She gripped the opposite edge of the table, thrusting up against him, meeting his virile attack with a strength and need Maxsym hadn’t expected.
They moved together, a dance of violence and passio
n. Her body drew him in, seducing him with its power and willingness to let go. His hedonistic nature roared with delight. He reveled in the rawness of their coupling.
He leaned over her, wishing he could strip off his shirt and feel her soft skin brushing against his scales. He ran his hands over her soft flesh, exploring her hips and ass as he slowed his pace and stroked her innermost walls with the tip of his cock, making her scream and writhe beneath him.
Her pussy clenched in spasms that set off his own release like a meteor shower. He closed his eyes and lying his body over her back, bit down on her shoulder, barely containing the Draqon roar he longed to release into the room.
When they recovered, she lay there for a moment, upper body heaving as she worked to regain her footing. Maxsym slid out of her and instantly missed the tight warmth of his enthusiastic new playmate.
As he looked down at her, his Draqon eyes still sharp in the dark, he saw the handprint on her ass, her bedraggled hair, her ruined dress, and the blooming bruise on her shoulder. He had marked her, taken her with a brutality that he rarely indulged but which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
Shit. What had he done? This girl was a means to an end, not something to get involved with, even for a quick but wild fuck. How close had she come tonight to seeing or feeling his scales? He could have ruined his mission in one instant.
He couldn’t risk it. His planet, his home, depended on his success.
As he pulled on his pants, Veronica found a discarded pair of maintenance overalls to wear over her ruined dress.
“Well,” she said, zipping the material up over her breasts, “that was fun.”
Without replying, he opened the door and left, jaw clenched as he refocused on the reason he was there: to kill Commander Gideon, Veronica’s father.
Chapter Three
Veronica
Veronica made her way back to her room unescorted, keeping to the lesser-used halls so no one would catch her wearing the hideous maintenance overalls. Come trickled down her thighs from her deliciously sore and warm pussy. Maxsym’s sudden departure had surprised her but she hadn’t minded. Going through the obligatory postcoital cuddle and dismissal business was always trying. If anything, he’d made the entire process much easier.