Free Alien's Bride Book One by Yamila Abraham

Your family was enslaved?”
    “Dak-Hiliah slaves are the most privileged in the universe.   They thrive better under our rule than most free worlds.   Thousands of aliens willingly immigrate to slave worlds every year.”
    “Huh.”   It was a little mind-boggling, but not incomprehensible.   Wasn’t I a slave now, too?
    “What do you think of me now, my dear?”
    “Well…my opinion of you hasn’t changed.   Your history seems about right for who you are.   There were a lot of things you talked about that I may or may not object to.   I’m pretty vacuous on all that.   My frame of reference is two thousand years out of date, and it only applied to Earth.   I’m in no position to judge.”
    Elentinus gave a broad smile.   “How incredibly insightful.”   He looked me up and down while continuing to smile.   “I like you, Maritza.   Your mind is keen, and there’s this tantalizing innocence about you.   I find you silly sometimes, also.   I had no idea that would appeal to me.”
    He pushed his hand into my hair.   “All I want to do is spend time with you.”
    I peeked up at him.   He was ravishing me with those sexy dark eyes.
    “I never thought I’d feel this way.”
    If some other guy opened up like that I might have been suspicious.   Elentinus didn’t have to make with the sweet nothings.   I was already his.   The words felt sincere to me.  
    He kept stroking my hair, causing exquisite tingles through my scalp.   I was dying for him to kiss me.   He moved his hand away instead.
    “It’s time to play our game.”   He rose and extended his hand.   “Come.”
    I took his hand and let him lead me toward the back of the room.   I realized we were headed for his bed.   My stride faltered.  
    The curtains that normally blocked the alcove with his big round mattress were pinned back.   I gave him a dubious look that he didn’t catch.   Once we were in front of the bed I saw that there was a rectangular platter with six small vials on it.   Three were red and three were a yellow/green chartreuse color.   Elentinus sat beside the platter.   He gestured for me to sit on the other side.   I hesitated a moment, but then sat.   I was probably overreacting.     
    “Three of these vials contain a sweet liquid.   Two of them contain a sour liquid.   In one vial there’s a drug.”
    I eyed him.   His face and tone seemed too serious for a game.
    “The drug will intoxicate you in a very pleasant way.   It will also leave you helpless.”
    My eyes widened.   “It…it’s a roofie?”
    “I don’t know what that is.”
    “It’s a drug that makes girls black out so they can be raped.”
    Elentinus grimaced at the word rape, and then locked eyes with me again.   “No, my dear.   You won’t black out.   You’ll be quite conscious of everything that happens to you.”
    I blinked a few times.
    “The game is simple.   Select a vial and drink it.   If you pick a sweet vial, you win.   If you pick a sour vial, you must pick again.   If you pick the drug, I win.”
    “What kind of game is this, Lord Elentinus?”
    He lowered his eyes and slowly moved his hand over to cover mine.   “Hor told me you’re ovulating, Maritza.”
    I felt the blood drain out of my face.  
    Elentinus’ lips parted.   He took my hand in both of his.   “Does this terrify you?”
    I rubbed my free hand over my face.   “No.   No, it’s fine.   I’m a big girl.   I can handle it.”
    “If you’ll come to hate me for this, then I’d rather stop.”
    I swallowed.   “I’m not going to hate you for it.”   I really meant it, too.   But then the thought of being helpless wormed its way into my head.   “If I lose though…you…you’ll…”
      He rubbed my hand.   “I’ll be gentle, my dear.”
    The words caused a pang in my middle.   I was still scared, but his promise sounded so sweet.   I took a deep breath.
    “If I win you need to let me walk away!”