Ristèard Unwilling Empress by S.E. Smith

He knew the moment his lips touched hers that he had made a strategic mistake. Instead of intimidating her, it had sent an explosive charge through his body that settled in his groin, hardening his balls and filling his cock until he wanted to rip his pants off and bury himself deep in her channel to satisfy the savage thirst that overwhelmed him.
    His eyelids slowly lifted until he was gazing up at her flushed face. Another low groan escaped him, this time as his tender balls and cock reacted to her wide-eyed mortification. The knowledge that she hadn’t kneed him on purpose helped a little.
    “You… are dangerous,” he informed her in a strained voice.
    Her look of concern changed to a dark scowl and she pursed her lips tightly together. Amusement and desire washed through him when she curled her legs to the side and folded her arms across her chest in defiance. Even with her hair hanging about her in a messy tangle of waves and her dress creased from her journey, she still looked breathtaking.
    “You really need to learn some manners,” she retorted in an icy voice. “Now, may I ask why you felt it was necessary to kidnap me?”
    He was about to reply when the comlink attached to his shirt pinged. Reaching up, he tapped it to silence it. Almost immediately, it pinged again. With a resigned sigh, he muttered under his breath for it to connect.
    “What?” He demanded in irritation.
    “We have company,” Andras replied in a clipped tone. “You may want to get up to the bridge.”
    Ristèard cursed, sitting up with a wince. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion. His mouth tight with anger at the interruption. He glanced back down at where Ricki was still sitting, watching him intently.
    “I have to go,” he stated. “Stay here until I or one of my men come for you.”
    He watched Ricki bow her head in acknowledgement. A momentary wave of regret flashed through him that he had to involve such a delicate woman into the mess of his world, but he had sworn he would do whatever was necessary to save his planet and his people. With a sharp nod, he turned on his heel and strode from his cabin.
    “Who is it?” He asked, connecting with Andras the moment the door to his cabin closed behind him.
    “It would appear the council has just discovered we were missing, Councilman Manderlin is demanding permission to board,” Andras replied dryly. “I could blow his transport out of the sky and say my finger slipped.”
    Ristèard stepped into the lift as the doors opened and turned before giving the command for it to take him to the bridge. Manderlin was new to the board. He was older than the sands of the Eastern desert and just as persistent in getting under his skin. Why he was elected to the board, Ristèard had no idea. He expected the nosy, irritating bastard to drop dead any day.
    “Don’t,” he impatiently ordered. “Let’s find out what he wants first.”
    An exasperated sigh sounded over the comlink before Andras murmured his agreement. Ristèard’s lips twitched at his second-in-command’s impatience to blow something up. Andras’ blood thirsty nature was probably one of the reasons they got along so well. They were very much alike, kill first, ask later.
    The moment the lift doors opened, he swept through them. Two warriors quickly stepped out of his way and stood at attention as he passed by them. He paused for a moment, looking at them before glancing back at the lift.
    “Make sure that the female in my cabin remains there,” he instructed. “If anything should happen, you are responsible for keeping her safe at all cost.”
    Both men looked back at him with grim, determined faces. “Yes, sir,” they replied, before turning and entering the open lift.
    Satisfied that Ricki would be protected, he continued on his journey to the bridge. He did not have the time or the patience to deal with anyone who would destroy Elipdios for their own selfish reasons. He nodded to Andras before turning his gaze