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A delectable earthling makes me reconsider my plans. Perri is lovely. Curves, blue eyes, and ivory skin I want to taste. Her beauty makes planning to overthrow the corrupt government hard. Very hard. I terrify her. When I get close to her, she darts away. She calls me a rogue and a brute. No one can talk to me this way. I’ve only spent a single evening with the fiery female, but suddenly a wife is what I need. She’ll scream. She’ll moan. She’ll writhe beneath me. I’ll bend her to my will. I’ll show her the pleasure of submission. I’ll make Perri my queen.

She's his captive. He's her captor. Their relationship is a volatile push and pull. He plays the villain, and she plays the victim; each play their roles to a tee. One buries the past to forget, the other fights to remind the other how they began. She is desperate to escape. He is desperate to keep her. One thing is clear: Only one will be left standing at the end.

First he took me captive. Then he took me as his mate. Though I have dreamed of him at night, I never imagined this fearsome alien warrior carrying me off, spanking me into shameful submission, and ravaging my virgin body as I screamed with every brutal climax. But then my father tried to have him killed, and he broke free of his chains. When he took me captive, I thought I would be merely a bargaining chip to secure his escape. But I was wrong. He has claimed me as his mate.

What if midnight struck and suddenly you were the captive of alien masters? Would the warriors and alphas of unknown planets have bad intentions? When I was seven, I thought about becoming an astronaut and exploring space. Of course, when I imagined myself in space, I was always wearing this full body suit, floating around the moon with several hunks beside me, cheering me on. The good news: I reached space. The bad news: it wasn’t in the way I hoped. I was kidnapped. By a dildo.