Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
We are soon home. Ark takes me by the hand, rather than by the broken leash, and takes me up to his bedroom. I know I am in trouble. I feel the quivering of something like guilt, but more like excitement in my belly as he lets me go and closes the door behind me.
I can already tell that he’s not actually angry at me. Neither of the brothers are. Not that I care what Kahn thinks. I wouldn’t mind if Kahn was angry. It would be funny as hell. I don’t know if I would enjoy Ark’s displeasure as much.
“That was quite a day,” Ark says. “It would have challenged even a well-trained pet. You are not well-trained, but you will receive more training now.”
He’s being very composed, very professional. I can tell he wants me to take this seriously. But I am distracted by him, his physical presence, his masterful demeanor. And his tall, broad, hot fucking alien body.
I bite my lower lip and look up at him under my lashes. “Did anybody ever tell you that you’re really handsome when you’re stern?”
His deep blue brows lower just a fraction over slightly narrowed golden eyes. “You won’t seduce your way out of this, pet.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, not sorry at all. I lower my eyes in a facsimile of submission, which directs my gaze toward his crotch, where I see the evidence that my appreciation has created a response of the turgid alien cock kind.
“You can stop smiling like that,” he lectures. “And you can remove those clothes. They were pristine when you put them on. Now look at them.”
“Covered in the blood of your enemies, as they should be,” I say without shame.
He smiles, and I see pride and affection in his visage, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I am not in proper trouble.
“You are something, Jennifer,” he says. “Tell me, why were you imprisoned?”
An invisible shadow is cast over the proceedings. I was so very in the moment with him until he brought that up. There are some things in a person’s life that are best forgotten if at all possible. Part of the reason I punched the alien in the face was to discharge the anxiety that built up when we were down in the alien jail. It worked too.
Now it’s back.
Silence draws out between us. I wait for him to get the hint and move on with the conversation. I’d rather he was whipping my ass than asking these questions. But he doesn’t move the conversation on, and I can’t exactly make him spank me.
“You can tell me, Jennifer,” he says in a rare instance of using my name. It makes me feel warm and maybe a little safe. I guess I can trust him. I suppose I don’t really have a choice.
“They said I killed someone.”
“And did you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a little.”
He folds his arms over his broad chest, scales gleaming. “How do you kill someone a little?”
I shrug.
“Alright. Well, now I understand why you wanted to help Zain out of prison.”
“Sounds to me like he tried to kill someone who needed killing.”
“Phenix perhaps deserves death, but it was never Zain’s job to mete out that justice. I do not know the circumstances of your crime…”
“Fuck off.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s not a crime to kill someone who deserves it. Laws are threats made by people with power. They’re not anything actually real. I don’t recognize laws. And I don’t care about crime. I know what’s right and wrong for me. I bet Zain does too.”
Ark’s eyes narrow just a little more. “That’s an interesting perspective, but there are some laws you will follow now. Mine. I will enforce them. And you will not attack anybody from now on. It could be dangerous for you, and for us. Now. Take off those bloody clothes and go and get in the bath.”
I find myself losing my temper. This isn’t fair. He could at least congratulate me a little.
“I’ll punch him again if I get a chance,” I say on my way past. “You know, some people would be grateful to find out that someone they recently captured and beat still had their back for no reason. You’re a fucking tyrant, no different from the other guy, really.”
Ark
It takes a lot of self-control not to grab her and just thrash her, especially given her complete lack of contrition. This pet knows how to push buttons. More than that, she knows how to break faces.
I don’t really want to punish her. Not for punching Phenix, anyway. She’s giving me plenty of other reasons, like that sassy attitude that persists in the face of imminent punishment.
Spanking her is not making an impression. She’s a tougher candidate than that. Her mouth and her actions are creating situations that her tender rear cannot possibly atone for. There is only so much beating any human can take, even one who deserves a lifetime of them.