Force Me - The Princess (2 page)

Mia hated the fact that she didn’t—she couldn’t imagine being anywhere but where she was at the moment, or any moment in the future, for that matter. She wasn't about to admit it, however. It would only give the infuriating man even more power over her.

“Yes! Release me and return me to my father and I might be merciful.” Brave words. Too bad she didn’t feel any of them.

“I think not.” Baran chuckled, his fingers once again trailing down the length of her body. “And rest assured I will
not
be merciful with you.”

The declaration sent tingles racing down her spine. No, she didn't want his mercy. She needed him to do his worst. Craved it. Just as soon as the gentle caresses started they stopped, and a sharp, hot blow fell across her mons, setting her already heated pussy on fire. One sharp smack followed another, blow after blow; not his full strength surely, but stinging perfectly, lifting her higher and higher until she came with a shattered cry, her entire body lifting against her restraints.

“So fucking beautiful,” Baran murmured, awarding her body’s capitulation with a deep kiss, right on her pussy.

Sliding his tongue through her nether lips, he worked it into her cunt, probing her most intimate area with exquisite thoroughness. He didn't let her come down from her orgasmic high, but rather fed it, pushing her higher and higher until she was afraid she'd fall into an abyss of pleasure she could never get out of.

Just when the overwhelming sensations started to crest, Baran moved away from her to release her legs, then crawl up her body. With one sure, swift thrust, he buried himself inside her. She burned from his invasion, but wrapped her legs around his waist in welcome. This was what she needed. Mia was no virgin. She took her pleasure anywhere and everywhere she wanted, but nothing in her life had prepared her for the sheer possessiveness of this man.

He thrust once. Mia held on to her cry with sheer force of will. Looking into his eyes while he took her only made her want him more. He was enjoying this as much as she was and he didn't care if she knew. Again he thrust into her, harder this time so that their flesh met in a loud slap. A whimper escaped her lips. His lips quirked in a satisfied smile. A third time, he slid into her. This time, he shifted his body so that his flesh abraded her clit as he moved. With a shattered cry she barely recognized as her own, Mia came.

“You are nowhere near being done, Princess.”

What did he mean by that? Her orgasm rocked her to her core. It suddenly occurred to her that while she had most definitely achieved a glorious orgasm, he had not.

“What do you mean?” She hated the breathlessness of her voice—sort of. Her body was still tingling down to her toes, and she was unable to summon her anger.

In response, Baran flipped them so that she was sprawled on top of his massive body. Stars, the man was big. So much area in which to play. Her hands splayed on top of his extremely expansive chest, her fingers curled in the smooth skin. Her cunt throbbed against his still hard cock as if to suck it deeper inside.

“Ride!” The command came with a sharp blow to the cheeks of her ass, the burning making her pussy clench.

Her hips moved immediately, rocking sensually on his cock. He felt so damn good inside her. His shaft filled every available inch of space, dragging against her vaginal walls so that she felt every movement, every jerk.

“I mean it, Mia.” Two more sharp slaps fell on her ass. “Ride me. Take what is now yours.”

One hand wrapped her hair in his fist and tugged, while the spanks kept coming. Mia’s hips flexed, moving harder and faster than she would’ve believed possible. More, she wanted more.

She watched him as she rode. Sweat beaded his forehead and upper lip. His mouth tightened, showing little lines of strain as he fought to hold his orgasm at bay. Mia narrowed her eyes. He'd wrung out her orgasms with no mercy whatsoever. She was not about to let him hold his back from her.

Tightening the walls of her cunt, she rotated her hips, taking him as deeply as she could. His grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her head back, slapping her ass with the other hand. He sat up abruptly, pulling her to him for a hard, desperate kiss. His hips bucked beneath her, his cock surging deeply inside her with each movement. Their breaths came in little gasps, and she felt Baran's heart pounding as wildly as her own.

With a shout to do any warrior proud, Baran came deep inside her. Warm fluid bathed her insides with welcoming heat. For several moments, he held her there; her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms crushing her to him as if he'd never let her go.

When she could breathe again, Baran lay her gently back on the bed, draping one thigh over hers possessively. "Do you accept my claim, Princess?" The words were formal. She should have expected this, but for the life of her she hadn't thought of it until now.

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the drowsy haze from her vision. "I—your claim?"

"You were promised to me by your father, but, though some have named us barbarians, we don't believe in a permanent union for political reasons. If I cannot claim your heart as well as your body, you will not be forced to endure a life with me."

Mia knew this was a turning point. If she rejected him, he would, indeed, let her go. But at what cost to him? He had shown her nothing but tenderness, giving her more pleasure than she'd ever imagined. Was that such a bad way to start a marriage? Strong ones had been built on less. Besides, she wasn't sure she was unaffected by him as she would like to believe. He'd given her all of himself and expected her to do the same. She had. Willingly. Could she live her entire life without this? Not just the sex, but the complete sharing of her entire being?

She gave him a long look, then smiled, pulling him to her for a kiss. He took his time, doing a thorough job of it. Soon they were both breathless and his cock throbbed where it pressed tightly against her side.

"I accept your claim." She was surprised to find she did. Heart and soul, she certainly did.