Free Force Me - The Princess by Marteeka Karland Page A

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