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“No,” I gasped. I was so close…

“Beg me,” he rasped. His tone was cruel and teasing.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Beg for my name, kitten.”

“You bastard.”

His laugh stormed the room. “I can go on like this forever. In case you haven’t noticed, you, darling,” he cleared some stray hair from my face, “are under my mercy.”

“Why does it matter, anyway?”

“I want to hear you to say my name.”

I growled in frustration. “Fine. What’s your name?”

He lowered his head until our faces were only inches away. “Levy Frye.”

“Please, Levy, fuck me.”

“Say my full name three times.”

“Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Levy Frye. Happy now?”

But he was occupied with something else. His blue eyes looked even brighter, almost luminous. He palmed both my cheeks and ranted some foreign words in front of my face. He kissed me, full of greed, teeth scraping my bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood. One of his hands slid down, squeezing my breast, then travelled to my thigh. He reached for something. When he tore his mouth off me, I heard a clinking noise on my left arm. I looked up. He’d clasped a gold bangle on me.

“It’s official now,” he announced. “You may kiss me.”

Like a loon, I kissed him. Mainly because I wanted my reward. He wouldn’t deny me my orgasm after I’d done what he’d wanted, right? He kissed me back with the same ferocity. We mauled each other until he pushed my thighs up to my stomach, his cock on my pussy, and slammed home balls deep.

I cried. I screamed. I lost my mind.

He braced his arms next to my head, his hands fisting my hair as he fucked me like an animal. He snarled, showing too much teeth as he fucked me to the point I could only feel fire. He bruised me, ripping me to pieces with his lust. God, it hurt. But it felt so good, too. I panted. My throat was raw from screaming. The air around me thinned. I exploded.

I came so hard, I was dying. And I died for quite some time…

I was dimly aware that he was still pounding me while I was trapped in pure ecstasy, until he growled beast-like and jerked, climaxing. His face contorted in sweet agony as he spurted his cum into my battered cunt.

I sobbed when the rapture was over. My body quivered. My mind was in a haze. I was drunk from too much pleasure. I thought that couldn’t be possible, but it was. My strength had left me indefinitely.

Levy kissed me, tenderly this time, as I lay semi-dazed. He pulled out of me and a gush of warm juice from our mating wet my thighs. I heard him curse about something, but I didn’t really pay attention. I felt sleepy and could barely open my eyes anymore. He groped my pussy and pulled the anal plug from my ass. I felt relieved, but missed it at the same time.

“I guess we’ll save your ass cherry for our honeymoon, darling,” he whispered.

His words came in and out like an echo. Then they faded as the sandman lulled me into dreamland.

Chapter Two

 

 

 

The scent of coffee woke me up.

I lazily opened up my eyes and saw him put a large cup of coffee on the nightstand. “Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” His greeting came with a smile. “I wrung you out last night, didn’t I?”

Levy had showered. The smell of fresh soap lingered. He’d dressed in a fresh white shirt and black pants. His lush raven hair was gathered into a ponytail and tied with a leather thong. God, was he a total heartbreaker. If I hadn’t needed to go to work soon, I would have pulled him back to bed and rode him for a couple more rounds.

“Shit. What time is it now?” I scrambled up, sitting. “Ouch.” My body was sore. My pussy was sore. I felt sticky and dirty. My thighs were covered in dried semen and the juice of our mating. I saw some splotches of blood, too, staining the sheet.

“I’m sorry.” Levy had also noticed it. “I went overboard last night. I’m ready to take you to the doctor as soon as you freshen up.”

“For fucking too hard? Don’t be ridiculous.” I dragged myself out of the bed. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Can you?” He cocked an eyebrow up. “After last night, you’re free to use everything in my place, Violet.”

He’d called this penthouse his place. “Don’t tell me you own this suite?”

“I own this hotel.”

I whistled. “Why did you wander to a place like the Howling Owl last night? Don’t you have a fancier bar in this hotel?”

“It’s fate. I wouldn’t have met you if I hadn’t wandered to the Howling Owl, now would I?”

“Heh. Good point. Where’s your bathroom?”

He pointed to a door next to the big armoire. “I’ll make you breakfast when you’re finished.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I should be going soon.”

Levy paused, his eyes narrowed. “You think so?”

“I know so. Got to feed my hamster and go to work.” I scurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower after I did my womanly business. As I was drying up, I noticed the gold bangle that Levy had clasped on my arm last night. It looked so pretty, engraved with strange Draconian hieroglyphs and decorated with precious rubies. I didn’t know what his intention was, donning me with jewellery in the middle of fiery love-making, so I slipped off the bangle and put it on the vanity. If this was a gift, I couldn’t take it. It looked too expensive. I went out of the bathroom, looking for my clothes.

He ambushed me in the hallway. “Where’s your
Marktha
?”

“Gesundheit,” I replied, walking past him to the living room. I found my clothes there, folded neatly by the sofa. I snatched my pants and got dressed in a hurry. The stupid leather pants were hard to put on with damp skin. I flinched as I zipped up. My sex was very tender. I felt sore everywhere and I wanted to sleep for three days straight. But I was almost late for my shift, and my ship departed in seven standard hours.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Levy followed me to the living room. He had the gold bangle in his hand.

“My ship. You should have woken me up last night. I overstayed this quickie.” I grabbed my bustier and donned it in a hurry.

Levy wriggled the bangle right in front of me. “Your
Marktha.”

“Gesundheit.”

“This
Marktha
should stay on your person the whole time from now on.”

“May I ask why?”

“Because we’re married. This
Marktha
will mark you as mine.”

“Say again?”

“This
Marktha
will mark you as mine?”

“No, before that.”

“We’re married.”

“We are?”

“Yes. I married you last night in a D’Keghan ceremony.”

I burst out laughing. This was fucking hilarious. Only, Levy didn’t join my laugh. He looked dead serious.

“No, really. I don’t recall I was that drunk I can’t remember my own wedding. Which parts during our romp were we married again?”

Levy grabbed my arm and clasped the bangle on me. “When the chosen bride utters the man’s name three times, and the man recites the
Kisacte-nya Zharaiha
, the man shall go forth to mark his mate with a
Marktha,
which binds the holy matrimony between them, followed with the claiming and spilling the man’s seed into his bride’s womb.” He tugged my chin up. “I think that covers everything we did last night. Any questions?”

“You’re joking, right?”

“I don’t joke in matters like this. You are officially my wife. I claimed you lawfully according to the D’Keghan law.”

Out of nowhere, a headache slammed my cranial like a hurricane crashing into a small island. I swayed, feeling so unreal. I couldn’t be married. This whole thing was a joke.

“Are you all right?”

Levy steadied me when I momentarily lost my balance from the shock.

“No, I’m not all right,” I snarled, pushing his hands away. “I came to you last night for a quick fuck, not to get married.”

“On the contrary, I came to Ernye for a bride.”

“You didn’t ask me if I agreed to become your wife.”

“Your agreement isn’t required. As long as you said my name three times and I recited the
Kisacte-nya Zharaiha
perfectly, we are a lawfully wedded husband and wife.”

“My agreement isn’t required? What kind of bullshit is that? You should have told me first.”

Levy narrowed his eyes, looking annoyed. “I didn’t know you were the one until I kissed you. I simply can’t let you go.”

“Then, I want a divorce.” I yanked the stupid gold bangle from my arm and slammed it on the coffee table. I grabbed my boots and slipped into them as fast as I could.

His piercing blue eyes glittered alive and his lips pursed. The beast within him looked as if it was ready to pounce. He was as dangerous as he’d been last night when I’d approached him in the bar. My hunch had told me I shouldn’t have been messing around with him, and it was proven right. Maybe I should have paid more attention to my instincts.

“I won’t grant you a divorce. You’re mine forever, Violet Jasmine Cross. Not even death will us part.”

“How did you know my middle—whatever. I’m out of here.”

“We’re not finished having this discussion.”

“Oh, yes. I’m finished. There’s nothing to discuss. You can’t pick up a woman in a bar, trick her into getting married without telling her and expect her to be okay with it. I don’t even know you.”

“That is why we got married, to get to know each other.”

I shook my head. “You people are weird. I’m leaving. Goodbye, Levy Frye.”

“You’re not leaving me this easy, Violet.”

“We’ll see about that.” I pushed the door open. I couldn’t get out of the Blue Ginger Hotel fast enough. My gut told me I hadn’t seen the last of him.

 

* * * *

 

I went back to the Ernye station. My ship, Orient Fevre, was scheduled to depart to the Froste system in six standard hours. We were an intergalactic transport company delivering high-ticketed goods, and sometimes, escorting VIPs to their destination across the universe. I worked on the Orient Fevre as Captain Hawk’s Chief Mate. That was why I was so anxious when I realised I hadn’t returned to the ship last night. I had never been this slack.

Another surprise waited for me. My ex, Mac, frowned as soon as he saw me walk past the front door of my stateroom. “Where were you last night?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Mac took a good look at me and flipped out. “You fucked somebody.”

Man, why was I so easy to read? I must have had a sign “Just Had Sex” stencilled on my forehead. “What do you care? I caught you bench pressing your assistant.”

He stiffened, and his big, brown eyes softened, pleading at me. “I made a mistake. Give me another chance, Violet.”

“I don’t think so. We’re through.”

Mac didn’t give up that easily. “I’ve never been unfaithful to you and I slipped. I’m not making an excuse for myself. What I’ve done is unforgivable. But we’ve been together for almost a year. I don’t want us to end this way.”

Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. I loved Mac. I always had. But he’d fucked his assistant just a month before our wedding. Had he done this before without being caught? I was a firm believer in giving someone a second chance, but when I thought about what he’d done, I couldn’t forgive him as much as I wanted to. Then there was Levy Frye…

Seeing me quiet, Mac took my hands and brought them to his heart. He kissed my fingertips tenderly. He could be a prince charming if he wanted to, but he rarely showed it. His job as the Chief Security Officer on this ship meant Mac treated everything as if he was in the battlefield. He’d been a colonel in the army before taking a civilian job on Orient Fevre. I guess it was his badass attitude that had attracted me to him in the first place.

I took a step backward. “I don’t know, Mac.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Listen, I’m not ready to have this conversation. I need some time alone.”

He looked disappointed. “Can we discuss it during dinner?”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to discuss.”

“You’re punishing me.”

“I’m not punishing you.”

“You were punishing me by sleeping with whatever guy you picked last night.”

“Maybe, I was.”

“Then we’re even. We should get past this nonsense and move on.”

Mac was never this thick. He looked rough on the outside, but on the inside, he was always gentle and caring towards me. He adored me—treated me as if I was his princess. But over the past week, he’d morphed into an insensitive son of a bitch I didn’t recognise.

I pointed to the door. “Out!”

Mac stiffened and straightened his hulking figure, his eyes flashing angrily. He looked so pissed that the roots of his close-cropped blond hair were also flushed. “I’m not giving up on you, Violet.”

“Out! Out! Out!” I wasn’t in the mood for civility. I had to go to work in twenty minutes and the last thing I needed was dealing with this bullshit.

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