Page 28 of Radakk's Mate
Not wanting to find out what he’ll do if I persist in my defiance, I manage a step toward him, then another. One final step and I’m at his side.
My shaking increases and I don’t understand why heat continually pulses between my thighs. A deepening ache that won’t abate.
I’m nervous and afraid and… excited. All at the same time.
Finally, I place my hand in his.
“Good little empress.” He straightens and guides me to stand in front of him, in the middle of his spread legs.
He’s so large that even while he’s seated on the bed, he’s a full head taller than me. I crane my neck to peer up at him and meet his stern gaze.
How badly will he hurt me?
A flush rushes through my entire body. I’m completely naked, yet he’s still wearing clothes. A situation that happened frequently in my dreams.
Just like in my dreams, I feel vulnerable standing before him, and a wave of submission surges through me. That intense desire to please him.
Maybe it’s pure survival instinct. If I don’t surrender to his every demand, he’ll make my life hell. He’ll punish me when I’m too rebellious or when I break his rules. I’m getting the vibe that Darrvason males expect their mates to be seen and not heard, to be quiet and sweet and spread their legs without complaint.
Sadness pangs in my heart at the thought of losing myself. At the thought of becoming someone I don’t recognize.
What if I lose the spark that’s kept me going all these years?
Hope.
What if it’s the emperor who finally causes me to lose hope?
I would never escape theHaxxal. Nor would I obtain the freedom I so desperately want. I also wouldn’t find my mother. Assuming she’s still alive. Assuming the captain will tell me what he knows.
Emperor Radakk’s eyes rove up and down my naked body, and I almost step away. Almost. I want to run away, find clothes, and hide from him. Tears burn in my eyes. I would sell my fucking soul for a few years of precious freedom. A few years of not being told what to do or how to behave.
As I shift in place, I become increasingly aware of the heated pangs in my core. The throbbing that won’t cease. My heart is currently in turmoil and I’m fearful of what’s about to happen, but I can’t stop the excitement wrought from his nearness and the knowledge that he intends to claim me soon.
Still holding my hand, he reaches around to clasp one of my bottom cheeks. He gives it a firm squeeze and draws the cheek to the side, exposing my recently plundered asshole. Even though he’s not standing behind me to gaze upon it, my face still heats with shame as the air dances over my exposed anus.
“Is your bottom hole sore from the thorough frisking?”
“No.” I’m lying, of course, but there’s no way in fuck I’ll admit that I can still feel the phantom fullness of his way-too-thick digits in my ass. I shake my head and wish I could block out the memory of his fingers plunging into my bottom. Just thinking about the frisking makes me hot all over.
I barely hold back a whimper as a tense pulsing sensation prompts me to press my thighs firmly together. I’m burning up. Feverish with desire even though I don’t want him. I don’t.
“Not even a little sore?” His eyes glitter, and I think he’s teasing me, in his own dark way. “Perhaps I didn’t do a good enough job. I imagine when I train you to accept my cock in your back hole, the daily sessions will leave you somewhat sore.”
Daily sessions? Horror clutches me.
Does he truly intend to shove his fingers into my ass every day? I can’t fathom such unrelenting humiliation, and this time I do retreat a step. However, he’s quick to tighten his grip on my hand and draw me forward, and I once again find myself standing between his spread thighs.
He drops my hand and places a finger beneath my chin. “Shall I list your infractions, little spy, or do you understand why you’re about to get a spanking?”
If I were brave, I might make a flippant comment about how much he must like hearing himself talk. But I’m not brave. Not at this moment. I’m trembling and aroused and a little afraid. I’m also impatient, wishing he would just get the damn thing over with. Punish me and be done with it.
“I-I understand. You don’t need to tell me,” I finally reply.
“I’m glad you understand.” He nods. “Go ahead, then. Tell me why you’re about to be turned over my knee for a spanking on your bare bottom.”
My mouth drops open as a fresh wave of shock descends. After making a weird gasping noise that I’m not proud of, I press my lips together and shake my head. Like hell I’ll confess my misbehaviors to him.
He raises one eyebrow at me, his demeanor once again becoming stern. My insides quiver at the sight of his clenching jaw. His masculine scent wafts over me, stirring something deep in my loins.
