Free Taken by the Fae Lord by Emma Alisyn

A HOT SNIPPET:
     
    “Come here,” he said.
    She took a step back, no fear in the
movement. Eero rose in response to the subtle challenge, his
approach slow and patient. “There is no where you can run, little
human. Don’t try.”
    “My name is Liana.”
    “It is. A beautiful name. I’ll remember to
say it when I’m fucking you.”
    Her breath caught at the abrupt crudeness of
his words. “You don’t own me.”
    Eero smiled, pleased at her defiance. It
would make the game more interesting. “You didn’t read the papers
you signed?” He inquired pleasantly. “I do own you. Your body
belongs to me. Your womb. Because you are human, and a woman, your
heart will soon follow.” He paused, head tilted as he studied her.
“Keep your mind. It interests me.”
    Her hand clenched into a fist. “I liked you
when you were pretending to be human.”
    “You like me now.” He placed a hand on her
chest, gently. It felt like a brand of ownership. “And soon you
will love me. I won’t accept anything less from the woman who will
carry my child.”
    His free hand coiled in the mass of her
hair.
    “You will love me,” he whispered in her ear,
a voice creamier than molten chocolate and just as sinful.
    Her pussy clenched and she felt him inhale,
mouth opening against the skin of her neck. Eero released the
chokehold he kept on his sexuality, just enough to entice. Just
enough for her sensual fear to spice the air. “But you’ll love what
I do to you more.”
    His grip in her hair forced her neck to
tilt, giving him access to her lips. He claimed it-no hesitant
kiss, but a plundering. A demand that she acknowledge his right to
her. He pulled her against the full length of his body. The hard
lines of his muscles overwhelmed her soft curves. Her back arched
from the difference in their heights and she felt the heaviness of
his erection pressing into her stomach.
    Body reacting- the response of any
red-blooded female when presented with an inferno clothed in silk
and steel flesh- Liana felt her mouth soften under his, opening to
allow him access. His tongue plunged into her, a rhythmic motion
kindling the dampening of her panties. His kiss engulfed her,
branded her. She'd been kissed before, but never with this
single-minded focus, as if her body was his first, last and always.
Knew that if she had the courage to take what he offered she would
experience physical pleasure women spent every night of their lives
dreaming about, escaping the drudgery of the men at their
sides.
    Liana whimpered, her hands trembling. Desire
and fear entangled in her stomach; she didn’t know which emotion to
heed, didn't even know if it mattered.
    He pulled back to brush kisses along her
cheek. Moved his mouth to her ear where warm air sent her toes
curling.
    “What do you want me to do to you?” he
asked.
    She closed her eyes, biting her lip. His
grip tightened, shifting around her waist. He backed her against a
wall, capturing both of her wrists in one hand and pinning them
above her head.
    “Answer me,” he said, a snarl in his voice.
“You already owe me for one disrespect this evening.”
    Liana’s eyes opened in outrage. “What! I
haven’t disrespected you.”
    He smiled, grim and promising, the slits in
his eyes dilated. The textured wallpaper covering the wall at her
back scraped her skin. She wriggled, wanting some relief from the
irritation, and only served to rub herself against his erection.
His eyes narrowed, smile disappearing.
    “First you refuse my drink. Now you toy with
me.”
    “No! No. I’m not playing with you.” She
squeaked when his hand cupped the curve of her butt and squeezed,
lifting the cheek of her ass with enough force that pleasure
bordered pain. Liana stifled a flinch in reaction to the ire
heating his eyes.
    “Tell me what you want. No, open your eyes,
little human.”
    Liana knew he would make her say it, and the
longer she waited, the harder her punishment would be.
    “You refuse to speak? You