The Taming: Book 3 in the Tribe Warrior Series by Imogen Keeper (romantic novels in english TXT) 📕

Misery of the dark abyss, she was beautiful. Queenly in her fury. This was the Klym who railed and fought. The one who’d kicked an enemy soldier twice her size, knocked him down for an insult. The one who’d taken a knife to a prisoner because she’d wanted to be free.

This was the woman hiding beneath the lace. This was the woman he wanted. This was the woman he’d taken. She was his.

His mouth went dry. His balls burned. He trailed his thumb along the still-warm fabric of her bra, and rose to his feet.

Her gaze followed her stockings as they fell from his lap to the floor, then back up again to linger briefly on his groin, where his cock tented the front of his trousers. He dropped her slippers on the console, right beside the dents he’d left there when he’d punched it after their last showdown.

He put his hands on his hips, letting her get a good, long look at what the sight of her did to him. “Get used to it, amiera. I doubt this will change anytime soon. My cock likes you.”

She dropped her folded arms, lip curling.

He’d been right. Her nipples were tight beads, and he knew exactly what they’d feel like against the flat of his tongue.

When he stepped toward her, she shifted back, the shirt catching on her nipples. He didn’t pretend he wasn’t looking. They were past pretending.

He backed her up against the bulkhead, staring down at her, frustration momentarily assuaged by the beautiful glimpse of submission in her eyes, the flare of fear tempered by recognition of his greater size, by the strange power they had over each other. The scent of her, hot fruit and arousal, rose in the air, and made his eyelids heavy. He got a grip on her ass and pressed against her belly. “Good girl, amiera. That’s how a woman looks at her Prime.”

Her face registered confused arousal. Dilated eyes, pink cheeks, parted lips.

She felt it for him too. He shoved his nose into her hair, sucking in more of that elusive tropical fruit, and slid his hand down the curve of her ass, between her cheeks, down farther over the smooth skin, to the hot place between her thighs.

Her pussy called to him constantly, and he wasn’t disappointed or even surprised to find her wet for him, because his cock called to her too, even if she chose to ignore it. He slid his finger inside, groaning against her temple because he just knew all that warm, slippery flesh would feel like a thousand fucking heavens on his engorged and furious cock.

A gust of air traveled over his cheek when she breathed, skimming over his neck, her slim fingers digging into his biceps. And he thrust a second finger in, shoving in so hard she dragged up to the tips of her toes. He took more of her weight on his forearm, hooking her thigh up around his waist, and thrust deeper, mimicking the motion that he’d do to her someday soon when he fucked her. He wasn’t gentle, because that wasn’t what she needed. Right now, she needed hard, she needed to know that he was stronger. He was big enough to protect her from the Alliance, and Spiro and her father, from anyone who would ever even think about hurting her. She was safe now. With him, she was home. She just had to accept it.

It was working. She shuddered in his hands, gasping and crying out, her leg tightening around his hips, the air so saturated with the sweet smell of her that it took everything he had not to lift her higher, drop his trousers and lower her onto his shaft.

But if he did that, he really would be the asshole she thought he was, he’d be no better than his father. No, she needed to get used to him, she needed to see him clearly, she needed to choose him.

“That’s right, amiera. Soon, you’ll do that with me inside you.” He trailed his teeth along her ear, down to her parted lips, tasted her with his tongue, gratified when she bucked and came all over his fingers, her body going slack and her head falling against his chest, subdued for the moment.

She blinked up at him with wide, confused eyes.

“Every day, Klym. That’s what we can have together. You’ll be my selissa. You’ll be the mother of my children. You’ll spread your legs when I tell you to, willingly, and I swear on your gods and mine, you will enjoy it.”

Her face paled, and her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t want that.”

He released her, taking his hands from her body. “It could be like that all the time. Just accept it. This will be easier.”

She dropped her leg and shoved away from him, all her warm softness leaving his cock cold and frustrated.

He reached a hand toward her. She backed away like he’d slapped her.

Her feet didn’t make a sound as she turned and fled down the hall, back to the bathing chamber.

That damned bathing chamber. She lived in there.

Breathing hard, he looked down at his bulging cock and shook his head. Maybe he’d mishandled that.

He picked up her stockings and dress. It would take a long time to get the dress clean. He’d make sure of it.

She’d just lost clothing privileges for the remainder of the trip.

For eight days, there’d be nothing between him and her sweet, soft pussy but one of his own shirts.

And tonight, she wasn’t sleeping on the floor like an animal.

SHE STOPPED EATING. Hunger strike to go with the silent treatment.

Tor made lunch. A nice one, with extra vegetables and berries.

She swept right past him and filled a glass with water, drank it down and disappeared down the hall toward the bathing chamber again. Oh, amiera. You are fucking with the wrong man.

He’d grown to hate that room. And he was