The man was nearly eight feet tall, with long, wavy locks that ventured down past his shoulders. He had several braids and dreadlocks woven into his hair, even a few with beads plaited into them. His jawline was firm, strong cheekbones jutting out, but something about him was decidedly not human. He was far bigger than a human man, both by height and sheer muscle mass. There was no doubt in my mind that he was incredibly strong, but at that moment, the only thing that mattered was that he was bigger than the slaver who was trying to steal me and make me into a street whore on this little forgotten slum of a planet.
I studied the newcomer more closely, taking note of the furrows across his forehead and the small pointed horns that jutted out of the top of his head, racking my mind for the alien species he originated from.
There wasn’t much time for me to think though, because he swung his arm back and then shifted his weight, punching straight into the side of the slaver’s head with a strength that I couldn’t ever even begin to match.
I turned my head and the slaver’s grip on my neck loosened. His obnoxiously large pupils rolled back in his head and then the man slumped and fell over on the ground. His skull cracked against a rock and the sound was sickening to hear. My hand rose to my neck, rubbing at the soreness on my skin, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey, thanks, man,” I finally said, feeling as though I owed my savior a bit of gratitude.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he answered, his hardened gaze turning to mine.
“That was kind of like you’re welcome,” I muttered in return.
A glimmer of amusement passed over his expression, but it quickly disappeared a moment later. He studied me a little longer before cocking his head to the side.
I looked up at him. His eyes had a distinctive feline feel to them. Raizor. That was what he was. An alien species known for their exploits in battle. Fierce natures. Powerful in a fight and relentless in the pursuit of something they wanted. I flicked my eyes downward.
I’d heard some pretty freaky rumors about their dicks too. I mean, when you’re surrounded with men all the time, it was one of their favorite things to talk about. How big their cocks were, how their shafts hung between their legs. The sheer number of girls they fucked...
“You need to come with me,” he demanded. There was no question that I would obey him in his tone, but he had another think coming if he thought I was just going to trade one slaver for another.
I tensed and took a step back.
“No. I’m meeting someone at The Alley Pub,” I retorted, keeping my voice as fierce and powerful as I could manage.
He looked back at me, his brow furrowing even more. His eyes flared with anger at my words.
“The hell you’re not. Girls like you don’t go there unless they’re selling something you’re most definitely not,” he growled. He reached for me, grasping my upper arm, and I tried to pull away. When he didn’t let go, I whirled around and used my momentum to punch him hard in the stomach.
It was like punching a fucking metal wall.
I tried to cover up my cry of pain, but he heard it anyway and chuckled because of it. Instead, I tried to save face by pivoting quickly and kicking the back of his knee. His leg only bent the slightest bit.
God. He was way fucking stronger than I had anticipated.
He grabbed me and shoved me against the wall. I lifted my arms to combat his assault, but then he did something unexpected and seized the waistband of my pants instead of going for my breasts like I assumed he would. He deftly undid the top button, followed by the rest so quickly that I barely had time to snatch his wrist and try to stop him, but it didn’t do any good anyway. I didn’t have the strength to fight against his.
He pushed my pants and panties down my waist and past my hips, baring me in a single smooth and incredibly swift movement. He used his body to corral me and then his hands dropped to his belt. He undid the clasp and I heard the sound of leather sliding against leather as he slid it free from the loops of his denim pants. He quickly folded it in half and snapped it together and I jerked with surprise.
What the fuck?
He spun me around, lifted his leg, and perched his foot on a large rock. Then he grasped me around the waist and lifted me up into the air, depositing me over his thigh. I was suspended in the air and I couldn’t even reach the ground with either my feet or my hands. I was balancing precariously face down over his leg, with my bare ass up in the air for everyone in the square to see. He couldn’t have chosen a more public place to do such a thing.
One arm held me firmly against his thigh, his forearm pressing against my lower back and his fingers gripping around my hip, and in his other hand was his long, thick, and well-worn brown leather belt. I stared at it and a nervous feeling in my belly swelled up just then.
I felt vulnerable and anxious then and more than a little exposed. I looked back at him, watching as the brown leather swung back and forth in his hand, and bit my lip. Fuck. What was he going to do? He wouldn’t hit me with that, would he?
I’d never felt more helpless in my life.
“Maybe now you’re ready to listen to me,” he said firmly, his tone low and full of warning, but that didn’t matter. My ass was bare for anyone in the square to see and no matter what the cost, I had to fight back and show them all how tough I was. This man wouldn’t break me. I wouldn’t allow him to. No one here would ever respect me if I just gave in and more important, I’d never get a job out of this place if people thought I was weak.
I tried to kick and swing my arms, but it didn’t matter. It was almost as I was glued to his thigh, and the more I struggled, the further down my panties and pants fell. Finally, I stopped moving when I realized that my pants had fallen down to my knees.
“Let me go, you fucking bastard!” I roared. “I’ll kill you for this.”
The goddamn man just chuckled. He laughed at me!
“Well then. It’s going to have to be the hard way,” he answered with amusement.