Wild by Sara Fields
Sci-Fi and Paranormal Romances by Sara Fields
Feral
He told me to stay away from him, that if I got too close he would not be able to stop himself. He would pin me down and take me so fiercely my throat would be sore from screaming before he finished wringing one savage, desperate climax after another from my helpless, quivering body.
Part of me was terrified, but another part needed to know if he would truly throw me to the ground, mount me, and rut me like a wild animal, longer and harder than any human ever could.
Now, as the feral beast flips me over to claim me even more shamefully when I’ve already been used more thoroughly than I imagined possible, I wonder if I should have listened to him…
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Inferno
I thought I knew how to handle a man like him, but there are no men like him. Though he is a billionaire, when he desired me he did not try to buy me, and when he wanted me bared and bound he didn’t call his bodyguards. He did it himself, even as I fought him, because he could.
He told me soon I would beg him to ravage me… and I did. But it wasn’t the pain of his belt searing my naked backside that drove me to plead with him to use me so shamefully I might never stop blushing. I begged because my body knew its master, and it didn’t give me a choice.
But my body is not all he plans to claim. He wants my mind and my soul too, and he will have them. He’s going to take so much of me there will be nothing left. He’s going to consume me.
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Manhandled
Two hours ago, my ship reached the docks at Dryac.
An hour ago, a slaver tried to drag me into an alley.
Fifty-nine minutes ago, a beast of a man knocked him out cold.
Fifty-eight minutes ago, I told my rescuer to screw off, I could take care of myself.
Fifty-five minutes ago, I felt a thick leather belt on my bare backside for the first time.
Forty-five minutes ago, I started begging.
Thirty minutes ago, he bent me over a crate and claimed me in the most shameful way possible.
Twenty-nine minutes ago, I started screaming.
Twenty-five minutes ago, I climaxed with a crowd watching and my bottom sore inside and out.
Twenty-four minutes ago, I realized he was nowhere near done with me.
One minute ago, he finally decided I’d learned my lesson, for the moment at least.
As he leads me away, naked, well-punished, and very thoroughly used, he tells me I work for him now, I’ll have to earn the privilege of clothing, and I’m his to enjoy as often as he pleases.
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Marked
I know how to handle men who won’t take no for an answer, but Silas isn’t a man. He’s a beast who takes what he wants, as long and hard and savagely as he pleases, and tonight he wants me.
He’s not even pretending he’s going to be gentle. He’s going to ravage me, and it’s going to hurt.
I’ll be spanked into quivering submission and used thoroughly and shamefully, but even when the endless series of helpless, screaming climaxes is finally over, I won’t just be sore and spent.
I will be marked.
My body will no longer be mine. It will be his to use, his to enjoy, and his to breed, and no matter how desperate my need might grow in his absence, it will respond to his touch alone.
Forever.
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Prize
Exiled from Earth by a tyrannical government, I was meant to be sold for use on a distant world. But Vane doesn’t buy things. When he wants something, he takes it, and I was no different.
This alien brute didn’t just strip me, punish me, and claim me with his whole crew watching. He broke me, making me beg for mercy and then for far more shameful things. Perhaps he would’ve been gentle if I hadn’t defied him in front of his men, but I doubt it. He’s not the gentle type.
When he carried me aboard his ship naked, blushing, and sore, I thought I would be no more than a trophy to be shown off or a plaything to amuse him until he tired of me, but I was wrong.
He took me as a prize, but he’s keeping me as his mate.
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Alpha
I used to believe beasts like him were nothing but legends and folklore. Then he came for me.
He is no mere alpha wolf. He is the fearsome expression of the virility of the Earth itself, come into the world for the first time in centuries to claim a human female fated to be his mate.
That human female is me.
When I ran, he caught me. When I fought him, he punished me.
I begged for mercy, but mercy isn’t what he has in mind for me.
He’s going to force one brutal climax after another from my naked, quivering body until my throat is sore from screaming and he’s not going to stop until he is certain I know I am his.
Then he’s going to breed me.
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Thirst
Cain came for me today. Even before he spoke his name his power all but drove me to my knees.
Power that can pin me against a wall with just a thought and hold me there as he slowly cuts my clothes from my quivering body, making sure I know he is enjoying every blushing moment.
Power that will punish me until I plead for mercy, tease and torment me until I beg for release, and then ravage me brutally over and over again until I’m utterly spent and shamefully broken.
Power that will claim me as his forever.
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