I shrugged again, made sure my breasts jiggled with the action. Grinned as they did, indeed, capture his attention.
“There will be an all-out battle. An unclaimed female, naked? I will have to beat them off. You don’t want a war, do you?”
I laughed, an honest one. “Me? Start a war?”
“They would take you to the fighting pits. Offer you up as a prize to the victor.”
Fighting pits? What kind of crazy ass planet was this? Barbarians Are Us? His nostrils flared and his gaze roamed freely over my body. Lingered. Heated. I lifted my hand to one nipple and rolled it between my fingers. Squeezed as a thrill traveled straight to my clit. I knew my eyes would be wide and dark. I didn’t hide what his nearness did to me. Brought up memories of the testing. Lust.
“Fighting? That would be bad, right? Since you can’t fight anymore? Although it could be kinda hot, watching them fight over me. No one has ever fought for me before.”
It was true. I was tall. Smart-mouthed. Wealthy—until the feds took everything—and mean when I had to be. The men brave enough to date me were few and far between. And not one of them had ever made me feel like this.
His eyes narrowed. Their color went from a deep green to almost black as he watched me play with my breast, transfixed.
“No one will see you like this but me.”
“You can’t stop me.” I lowered my hand and turned toward the door, but I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Oh yes, I can.”
I stifled a small smile as he played right into my hand.
He spun me back, and the momentum propelled me right into his chest. An oomph escaped me. His hands settled on my lower back, but he turned me even further until I faced away from him. He walked me forward until I was pressed into the wall.
The surface was metallic. And cold. I hissed as my nipples made contact, the memory of the testing dream rushing into my mind. That table had been cold, too. Rubbing my hard nipples. Cooling me in the dream as the heat of the beast at my back had made me come.
Before I could think, he lifted my hands up over my head and secured them with one of his. I was stretched out, his body hard all along my side, my entire length pressed into the wall.
He’d manhandled me to exactly where he wanted me, but hadn’t hurt me. I felt dominated, yet protected. My control, which I’d wielded against him like a weapon, was gone.
He was in charge now, and I hoped I hadn’t just made a huge mistake.