On Earth, Amanda Powell is as good as dead. With her father in way too deep with a ruthless cartel, it is only a matter of time until his enemies come after her. If she wants to stay alive, she has only one choice. She must offer her body in return for passage off the planet.
Soon enough, she has agreed to become the temporary property of two Ventori mercenaries. For two years, she will belong to these stern, handsome aliens, and during that time they will have the right to do with her as they please. They will take her as hard and often as they like, in the most shameful of ways, and any protest will merely earn her a painful, humiliating spanking.
Even as she is being trained for their use, however, the battle-hardened warriors find that Amanda appeals to them in a way they did not expect, and some deep and primal part of them demands that they claim her as their mate. But when the intensity of their need for her threatens their ability to lead their men, will Amanda’s presence prove catastrophic for everyone involved?
Author: Ivy Barrett
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 53,800 Words
Excerpt
He was just as strong as she’d imagined he would be and he marched her toward the bed, easily prying the paintbrush from her sweaty hand as they went. Twist and struggle as she might, she still found herself over his lap in short order.
She floundered against the worn quilt with a soaring heart.
He began spanking her, hard and fast.
Her dress dulled the sound of the blows to some extent. It still hurt so much she covered her mouth with both her hands to stop herself from crying out.
He only smacked her harder.
“Oh, please, please, please… I’m sorry!”
“I don’t believe you.”
She giggled despite the pain. “Ow!” And then she had to press her face into the bed to stop herself from screaming.
He continued to smack her bottom without pause or mercy.
“I am sorry! I am!” She wasn’t though.
He pulled her dress up.
“Oh, no!” she whispered urgently. “You can’t! Please. The neighbours…”
“No underclothes?” He failed to sound disapproving.
She hid her face in her hands because she’d already touched herself more than once that day thinking about his cock inside her.
He tsked his disapproval as he thumbed the occasional small bruise that peppered her bottom and the back of her thighs. “You are naughty today, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She squirmed and squirmed over his hard thigh.
He gave her cunt a firm spank. “Answer me with respect, Teresa.”
“Yes, Master!” It occurred to her that they weren’t in the club. He wasn’t paying her and she was still encouraging him for all she was worth.
“Lift your face so I can hear you.”
“Yes, Master,” she repeated.
“Open your legs wider.”
She did so, against all sense and reason.
He kept spanking her there, alternating between light taps and more stinging slaps. “Caro is fond of saying that good girls are always sorry, but I don’t think you are.”
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