Page 11 of The General's Bride

Had she secretly known of her sister’s whereabouts all this time? And what about her mother? Was she also alive? Hopefully her sister and mother hadn’t been separated. “Do you know what happened to my mother?”

“Oh?” He lifted a dark brow. “So you’ve finally given your poor mother a thought? The queen has been worried sick about you. Not that you care since you saw fit to run off the way you did—stealing one of your father’s heliocrafts? Those small ships weren’t built to cross galaxies. You’re lucky to be alive. How did you get as far as you did?”

She didn’t understand any of the nonsense he spouted besides, what he’d said about her mom. She was also alive? “Whoa! Wait a minute. My mother is a queen? How is that possible? When did that happen?”

He tilted his head to the side and looked at her as if she’d sprouted an eye in the middle of her forehead. “I see you’re still in a game playing mood. Fine. We’ll see if you like my kind of games.” He walked across the room to what looked like a control panel with all kinds of buttons.

Paris renewed her struggles. “Look, there’s been some mistake. I’m not Princess London. My name is —” Her words were halted when a pair of mechanical hands popped out from the sides of the chair and grabbed at the fastening of her metal bra. She renewed her fight.

What kind of contraption was this? “What are you doing to me? This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not my intention to amuse you. No. By the time I’m finished with you, there will be an altogether new emotion you’re going to feel.”

“This is rape,” she hissed at him.

He threw his head back and laughed.

It wasn’t the reaction she’d expected.

“There’s so much fire in you, Princess. You were all sweet smiles and coyness on Thibius. Has Earth changed you so much?”

“I told you I—oh,” she gasped. The mechanical hands undid the front clasp of her bra, setting her breasts free. Heat flooded her face.

Fire blazed within the depths of his gaze. Her nipples puckered against the cool air of the room.

“You throw out that word rape so easily, but was it rape when you moaned and wiggled against my fingers and mouth? Was it rape when I fucked you with my tongue? You were so wet, you were ready to come and would have if I hadn’t stopped.

Admit it, Princess, you wanted me.”

Sheer stubbornness made her deny what they both knew was the truth. Maybe her mind didn’t want him, but her body seemed to. Paris would be damned if she’d admit it though.

“Ah, I see you want to say you didn’t feel anything, but your body will give you away every time. You have a gorgeous body, London. I’m going to enjoy acquainting myself with it.”

“Never. The only thing you can do for me is let me go!” she raged, angry tears springing to her eyes. She was more upset with herself for the sensations she had no business feeling. What had this man done to her?

“Princess, there’s a lot I can do for you, like this…” He pressed one of the buttons on the panel. The metal handstweaked her nipples, applying just enough pressure to cause a tingling feeling between her thighs.

“No,” she whispered trying to stave off the pleasure creeping up on her.

“Yes, Princess. Take a look at the screen here.”

She followed the direction of his finger and saw an impression of her body in different shades, mostly red and green. “What is that?” she squeaked.

“It’s you, Princess. This monitor indicates just how hot you are. The more aroused you become, the higher your heat level rises. The chair you’re sitting in monitors that and it’s recording it on this screen. So you can say what you like, but I’ll know the truth.” He pushed another button. The mechanical fingers increased the pressure on her nipples.

“Please don’t do this to me.” Paris squirmed in her seat, trying not to like this too much. Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. “Oh, God,” she muttered.

“Just accept you want this.”

“When pigs fly,” she hissed.

“Hmm, I’m not familiar with that particular animal, but judging from the way you say it with such vehemence, flying isn’t something these pigs do. In that case, I’ll make you beg for your release.”

“I’d sooner see you in hell,” she spat at him, defiant even when she knew she couldn’t win.

“Again, another word I’m not familiar with. I think I can suffer this hell, as long as you’re there with me. Look at the screen. You’re getting hotter. Do you see how red your body has become?” His soft taunt didn’t help matters.

More than anything, Paris wanted to wipe the smug expression from his face. “Is this your sick idea of a fantasy, holding me hostage this way? Can’t you get a woman without tying her down?”

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