Free Destined for Two by Trista Ann Michaels

the sights and sounds of the room. She could only feel as Keenas pounded into her, bruising her body with the force of his thrusts until he too cried out, and with a final push, emptied his seed into her womb.
    For several seconds, the ripples along her pussy walls continued to pulse around his shaft, wringing even more from him as he spurted his hot cum against her walls. She could hardly move, and wasn’t sure she could bring herself to open her eyes and look at him. How could she have done that? She begged for it, for crying out loud. He’d made her beg.
    Her lower lip began to tremble as the realization of what she’d done sank in. With a weak shove, she pushed at his chest, desperately wanting him off her.
    “I’m sorry, Rhianna,” Keenas whispered, for the first time showing his sensitive side. “I hurt you.”
    Rhia shook her head, swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat. “Just get off me,” she croaked.
    He slid his cock from her sensitive walls and she hissed at the sudden burning sensation. She was raw. The damn troglodyte had fucked her raw. Anger rippled through her, forcing tears from her eyes to slide down her cheeks. Her legs shook with her weight, and she leaned against the wall for support, trying to get herself more composed.
    It wasn’t working. She wanted to hit something, smash it with her hands. Her fingers flexed and stiffened as the anger within her rose. Her eyes narrowed on Keenas just inches in front of her. With a sorrowful growl, she raised her hand and swung, slapping Keenas hard on the cheek.
    His head barely moved as he glared down at her, his eyes narrowing dangerously. A red handprint slowly formed on his flesh, but the sight of it gave her little satisfaction. She wanted to smack herself for letting him get to her, for letting her body rule her head.
    “You damn son of a bitch! I demand you take me home.” 42

    Keenas remained silent, his jaw working furiously. If Keenas was a sight to behold normally, then angry, he was mesmerizing, and Rhia hated herself for noticing. He was her kidnapper, and he claimed to be her husband. But would a husband treat his wife this way?
    Would he use her anger against her and seduce her into submission? Not her husband. She wouldn’t allow it, damn it.
    “You could be carrying my child now, Rhianna. If you think for one minute I’m letting you out of my sight until I know for sure, you’re sadly mistaken.” Her eyes widened as his slowly spoken words began to sink in. Pregnant? “I take a birth control shot, Keenas. I can’t get pregnant,” she snarled, lying through her teeth. She actually hadn’t taken one in over a week.
    Keenas snorted as he pulled his pants back up to cover his hips. “Your body was scanned when we came aboard, princess. Your body was free of birth control substances.
    Don’t think that just because we choose to live in the past, we’re idiots.”
    “I don’t love you!” she yelled. “I can’t be your queen and I don’t want to be!”
    “What you want makes no difference. You were born royal and you were married to us! With us you will remain! You will accept your destiny, Rhianna!” Without another word, Keenas turned and left the room, his anger evident in his purposeful stride and the hard set of his back. Rhia slowly sank to the floor, her shoulders shaking in racking sobs as she finally let out all her pent-up despair and anger.
    Every part of her ached, both from the hard fuck and the need to feel her brother’s comforting arms wrapped around her. She’d never been without him when she needed him.
    She’d never been on her own. Allowing herself a few moments of self-loathing, she buried her face in her hands and cried her heart out.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “You did what?” Jorel snapped, staring at his brother in a mixture of anger and shock. “I fucked her.”
    Keenas downed another gulp of Argonian Silty. A drink that would quickly help him forget the feel of her slick walls