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  Force Me:

  The Princess

  By

  Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod

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  Copyright © 2011 Marteeka Karlad & Shara Azod

  Editor: Stephanie Parent

  Cover Art: Marteeka Karland

  The Princess

  Mia eyed the muscular male bodies on display before her. As the only daughter of the Galactic Emperor, she had her pick of the pleasure stock in the known universe. Men from all across the quadrant came to offer themselves for her pleasure, not knowing or caring what it entailed. All of them hoped to please her enough that she'd take one for a mate. Unfortunately, Mia had no desire to give herself to one man only. She enjoyed the gratification found at the hands of two or three men. She often chose from the pleasure workers, but just as often, went looking for her own men. Men who had no idea who she was.

  Tonight was going to be one of those nights. She was edgy, horny. It was the beginning of her mating cycle, and the need for sex was overwhelming. Any male who was a part of her species knew that—accepted it as part of their genetic makeup to ensure the continuation of their race. Mia saw it as an inconvenience at best. Oh, she liked sex fine enough—loved it with the right partner, actually—but she hated not being in control. She was in control of every aspect of her life, and her sex life was no exception no matter how bad her need may get. She took partners of her choice to please her. Nothing else.

  Turning on her heel, she knew she wouldn't get what she was looking for here. All of these men were cattle. While she liked to be in control, she liked her men with a little fight to them. These had none. Curling her upper lip in a display of disgust, Mia stomped off, paying little heed to where she was actually going.

  “These won’t do,” she threw over her shoulder at her handmaidens. “Do better.”

  Gritting her teeth, she set out stars only knew where. She should’ve at least watched where she was going, but she was furious. Those nittering women knew better than to select such a sorry bunch of...

  “Ah, the little princess, and without her guard.”

  She couldn’t yell, couldn’t alert anyone as she was accosted from behind. A strong hand encircled her throat with steady pressure. Not enough to hurt, but had she even attempted a scream, all sound would’ve been cut off in an instant.

  “Unhand me," she hissed in her most imperial voice—well, whisper. “I'll have your head for touching me like this.”

  “And I, Princess, will have you. Just like this.”

  As much as she wanted to argue, to fight, another stronger hand cupping her breast over her gown stopped the complaint from escaping. It wasn't the grope of an untrained oaf. The hand closed around her nipple without touching the nub, gently massaging all around it. Her breast tightened, her nipple puckering in anticipation of a caress that didn't come. Mia gasped, attempting to pull away.

  “I don’t think so,” a gruff voice laughed into her ear. The body pressed against her back was so much larger than her own, and she was tall. The impressive erection against her lower back stirred her already burgeoning desires.

  What was this? How could some stranger inspire such feelings in a royal? She was no commoner to be impressed over brute force. And yet, as the masterful hand closed in on her nipple, finally adding pressure to the place all her nerve endings seemed to have felt, Mia let out a low groan, allowing her body to melt just a little against the solid frame behind her.

  “Mmmm, sensitive, aren’t we?” Stars, how she wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t. Before she could think of anything witty, he backed her away from the corridor and into the hangar.

  Throwing a cloth sack over her head, he tossed her over his shoulder and took off at a dead run. Mia sucked in a breath to scream, but a hard swat to her ass stopped her. She let her breath out in a whoosh, too startled to actually make a sound. His warning growl made her think better of trying again.

  Somewhere in the back off her mind, she knew she had precious little time to get away. If he got her into his ship and into space, there was no going back. Whoever this man was, he was playing for keeps. No one would kidnap the princess with the intention of letting her go. With a burst of desperation, Mia struggled wildly. Unfortunately, it was too little too late. He tossed her down with a thud, and she heard a door close with a bang. Fury and terror consuming her, Mia shrieked as she pulled off the sack and got the first look at her captor.

  The breath left her body in a rush, and she felt the color drain from her face. Standing before her in the rock-hard flesh was King Baran, leader of a planet so barbaric, no one in the civilized galaxy went near it. Their king rarely left their homeworld. Most thought he believed outsiders were beneath him, but her father said he stayed so no tribal king made a try for the throne in his absence. His was a race of warriors, the fiercest in the galaxy. Many sought them out as mercenaries, but they only gave their allegiance where this man directed.

  "You're mine, Princess," he smirked. "Before we get to Midgard, you'll understand exactly what that means."

  Mia knew there was nowhere to run, no place to hide. All of her father’s fighting forces combined could not take on a dozen of the warriors from Midgard. That didn't mean she was giving in easily.

  “No, I will never be yours!”

  Baran keyed the comm on the wall. "That's it," he said. "We go." Immediately, Mia felt the surge of power from the ship as it powered up to leave. Then, he simply scooped her up again and carried her off down the hall. Mia struggled wildly, thrashing about and hitting him with her fists. Baran simply shifted her to lie over his shoulder again and continued down the corridor to what appeared to be his quarters, where he tossed her to the bed in a heap. Why in the world had she thought she wanted a man with fight in him? That was when she realized her cunt was on fire and an aching need swelled deep in her belly.

  “Take off the gown if you want to keep it, Princess.” The deep growl caused her clit to jump, but he couldn’t know that. She shook her head, sticking her chin out a little. No way was she giving in to this barbarian. “I can smell your desire. Perhaps it would excite you if I removed it for you by force?”

  To disrobe her without her consent was an act punishable by a slow, painful death, but Baran didn’t seem to care in the least. His large hands gripped her gown at the bodice, ripping it down the middle as if it were made of the finest fairy wings. Mia gasped, her juices flowing more than ever. The savage king not only tore her gown off her body, but he used the rags that were left to bind her to his bed, legs spread wide, her arms high above her head.

  “I will never give in to you.” The declaration was meaningless, especially as her hips canted upward as she spoke—a gesture that was not lost on Baran, given the dark laugh that followed her words.

  Instead of disrobing to join her, he allowed his fingers to trail down her body, surprisingly gentle for one so feared. Her skin danced under his touch. As much as she tried to control her breathing, she just couldn’t. Her entire being was more alive than it had ever been.

  “I am going to make you beg for me,” he murmured almost as if he were talking to himself. “In the end, you will never think of another, never crave another. You
will be completely mine, Mia. My queen, my woman.”

  Her mouth opened to declare “Never!” in a loud, decisive way. That was how she imagined it, anyway. But his hot mouth descended on her breast, his teeth tugging just right against her nipple while his tongue flicked at it at the same time, all while he suckled her, sending spokes of white-hot desire shooting straight to her cunt. She couldn’t even reach down to offer herself any relief! Her cunt ached, thighs opening to welcome a touch, any touch, but her flesh was met only by the cool air.

  “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 everywhere she wanted, but nothing in her life had prepared her for the sheer possessiveness of this man.

  He thrust once. Mia held on to her cry with sheer force of will. Looking into his eyes while he took her only made her want him more. He was enjoying this as much as she was and he didn't care if she knew. Again he thrust into her, harder this time so that their flesh met in a loud slap. A whimper escaped her lips. His lips quirked in a satisfied smile. A third time, he slid into her. This time, he shifted his body so that his flesh abraded her clit as he moved. With a shattered cry she barely recognized as her own, Mia came.

  “You are nowhere near being done, Princess.”

  What did he mean by that? Her orgasm rocked her to her core. It suddenly occurred to her that while she had most definitely achieved a glorious orgasm, he had not.

  “What do you mean?” She hated the breathlessness of her voice—sort of. Her body was still tingling down to her toes, and she was unable to summon her anger.

  In response, Baran flipped them so that she was sprawled on top of his massive body. Stars, the man was big. So much area in which to play. Her hands splayed on top of his extremely expansive chest, her fingers curled in the smooth skin. Her cunt throbbed against his still hard cock as if to suck it deeper inside.

  “Ride!” The command came with a sharp blow to the cheeks of her ass, the burning making her pussy clench.

  Her hips moved immediately, rocking sensually on his cock. He felt so damn good inside her. His shaft filled every available inch of space, dragging against her vaginal walls so that she felt every movement, every jerk.

  “I mean it, Mia.” Two more sharp slaps fell on her ass. “Ride me. Take what is now yours.”

  One hand wrapped her hair in his fist and tugged, while the spanks kept coming. Mia’s hips flexed, moving harder and faster than she would’ve believed possible. More, she wanted more.

  She watched him as she rode. Sweat beaded his forehead and upper lip. His mouth tightened, showing little lines of strain as he fought to hold his orgasm at bay. Mia narrowed her eyes. He'd wrung out her orgasms with no mercy whatsoever. She was not about to let him hold his back from her.

  Tightening the walls of her cunt, she rotated her hips, taking him as deeply as she could. His grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her head back, slapping her ass with the other hand. He sat up abruptly, pulling her to him for a hard, desperate kiss. His hips bucked beneath her, his cock surging deeply inside her with each movement. Their breaths came in little gasps, and she felt Baran's heart pounding as wildly as her own.

  With a shout to do any warrior proud, Baran came deep inside her. Warm fluid bathed her insides with welcoming heat. For several moments, he held her there; her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms crushing her to him as if he'd never let her go.

  When she could breathe again, Baran lay her gently back on the bed, draping one thigh over hers possessively. "Do you accept my claim, Princess?" The words were formal. She should have expected this, but for the life of her she hadn't thought of it until now.

  She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the drowsy haze from her vision. "I—your claim?"

  "You were promised to me by your father, but, though some have named us barbarians, we don't believe in a permanent union for political reasons. If I cannot claim your heart as well as your body, you will not be forced to endure a life with me."

  Mia knew this was a turning point. If she rejected him, he would, indeed, let her go. But at what cost to him? He had shown her nothing but tenderness, giving her more pleasure than she'd ever imagined. Was that such a bad way to start a marriage? Strong ones had been built on less. Besides, she wasn't sure she was unaffected by him as she would like to believe. He'd given her all of himself and expect
ed her to do the same. She had. Willingly. Could she live her entire life without this? Not just the sex, but the complete sharing of her entire being?

  She gave him a long look, then smiled, pulling him to her for a kiss. He took his time, doing a thorough job of it. Soon they were both breathless and his cock throbbed where it pressed tightly against her side.

  "I accept your claim." She was surprised to find she did. Heart and soul, she certainly did.

 

 

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