composed. “If you so much as touch my guard, you will get absolutely nothing. I will not negotiate. I will have my fleet of vessels track and blow this piece of garbage out of the sky with or without me in it.” She pointed a finger at Kane’s nose. “Do you understand?”
Ryan laughed, seemingly barely able to rein in his amusement as he relayed the message word for word. Kane’s eyes went from cold to furious, promising retaliation.
“Ryan, leave. I’ll take it from here.”
“Yes, Captain.” Ryan smiled and gave her a short nod.
Sa’Mya watched Ryan as he made his way out of the cabin. Maybe she should request that he stay? Too late. The door slid closed behind him.
She pressed her hands to her sides, resisting the urge to wring them together. Her resolve melted under a stare she refused to meet. Kane moved directly in front of her. His gaze narrowed as she met it. Her heart thumped erratically and her knees knocked together.
Kane’s heavy-lidded eyes began to roam up and down her body. Her gown was suddenly too revealing, her neckline too deep. Feeling self-conscious, she crossed her arms, covering her breasts.
“Take your dress off.”
She glared at him. She didn’t take orders from anyone. Especially from a human.
With deliberate movements, Kane stepped behind her. She stood tall and held her ground. His scent slowly surrounded her. She fluttered her lids closed and inhaled deeply. His male musk ignited all her senses at once. Stars fired within her.
Uneasy, she tried to move. His strong hands grasped her shoulders, holding her in place.
“No, no, no,” he whispered.
He stood so close that his hot breath caressed her neck, causing tingles to erupt there. She suppressed a shiver. She would not give him the satisfaction.
“You can understand me. I said strip. Get naked. Now.”
She could feel his lips move against her ear. “Why?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“Hmm… Now you know I can’t understand you, Princess. Take your clothes off or I’ll call Ryan back.”
He stepped closer. His body was flush against hers. The hard outline of his shaft pressed on her butt. Would he…?
“You might actually want two men, or three, or four.” The crassness of his words did not touch his smooth and heavy voice.
The shiver she couldn’t suppress made its way down her spine and to her core. Great Ancients. Her breathing became labored.
He nuzzled into the waves of her hair, inhaling. “From what I hear, your two friends are enjoying my crew. My men can hardly keep them satisfied.”
No, she didn’t believe him. This was a trick. Yazmine might go willingly. But Moira? She inhaled deeper but still couldn’t fill her lungs with enough air.
Kane’s lip on her earlobe jolted her back. “Naked. Now.”
Chapter Five
Another shudder ran from her ear to her core. A shaky breath escaped her lips. Is he…? An involuntary wetness accumulated between her legs. Her knees began to weaken.
“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Princess.”
She cleared her throat. He wanted her naked.
Fine.
She released one shoulder strap. His breathing on her neck became erratic. She released the other. The top of her gown fell and gathered at her waist. Kane inhaled sharply then exhaled, bathing the fine hairs on her nape in moist heat.
Hands shaking, she hooked both thumbs into the material on either side of her waist. She bent slightly and pushed her gown over her hips. It dropped in a pool around her feet.
Kane’s low, feral groan came from behind her.
She turned her head. Kane’s eyes were fixated on her butt, distant…wanting. She quickly straightened and focused on the port view in front of her. She concentrated hard on the planets and stars in the distance. He stepped away and vulnerable emptiness surrounded her.
She stood silently, waiting for his next command. The cabin was quiet except for his labored breathing. The moments ticked by slowly. Despite the chill, she was warm
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