Prideful Savage (A Warrior's Redemption #1) - Miranda Bridges Page 0,37

you to pilot the shuttle, and I justified my behavior by telling myself it was for the cause. The G.C. has taken the humans from the Terran Colony and forced the women to become breeders for various alien species since they discovered we’re able to carry and give birth to their offspring. Universal breeders,” I say with a derisive scoff. “I thought slavery was bad enough, but I was wrong, and that’s why I’ve dedicated my life to freeing my people. Both men and women because they keep the males captive in order to ensure the human population doesn’t die out. It’s disgusting and vile, and I would do anything to see it stopped, even if that meant I had to lie, cheat, steal, or kill. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilty.”

“And when my face was between your thighs, what reason did you give yourself then?” he asks.

My head jerks up at the sound of his voice, as if commanded by Bravik, and my gaze seeks out his. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes that has my pulse racing faster than before. Is he posing that question to me because he truly wants an answer, or to torment me with embarrassment?

With a sigh, I close my eyes, unable to give him the truth while looking at him. “My reason is because I wanted you there. It was selfish of me to take from you that way, but I can’t bring myself to apologize, since I wouldn’t mean it.”

The air stirs, and a gentle breeze skims my arms right before Bravik pins me to the wall. He wastes no time and takes each of my wrists in a tight hold, raising my arms high above my head. Then he places his knee between my legs and brings himself so close to me that I can scarcely breathe without kissing him. In this position my breasts jut forward to rub his chest whenever I inhale, and my body molds to his as he leans into me just a bit more.

The instinct to fight him and against this restraint rises, but I’m well aware of the strength he possesses and it would be a losing battle. However, the war inside me is much fiercer, stealing all my energy and concentration.

I still want him even though I shouldn’t.

I’ll miss him, even though he won’t miss me.

And I love him, even though he doesn’t love me.

My lips tremble at my realization, and it’s all I can do to keep from plummeting into despair. I’m in love with a male who hates me.

“Do not play me false, Ella.” His deep baritone brings me out of my torturous thoughts, and I refocus on his face, which is etched with intensity. “Why did you let me taste you and touch you like I wanted?”

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I already told you.”

He bares his teeth, causing his lips to thin. “Are you sure it wasn’t part of your agenda to convince me to help you?”

“Look,” I say, my tone hard, “I may have had ulterior motives concerning some things, but I’m not willing to whore myself out for them. If you hadn’t brought me here, then I would’ve found someone else and given them money, not my body.”

Keeping my wrists secure with one hand, he brings the other to my neck and grips it just to the point that ribbons of warning snake through me. His breaths are labored as if he’s struggling to breathe or keep a leash on his emotions. Each puff of air hits me, and I inhale them like my oxygen originates from him.

In a way, it does, since my heart believes it needs him to live.

“You’re fucking right you wouldn’t have given your body to another,” he snarls in my face. “The G.C. can fuck off if they think your cunt belongs to anyone besides me.”

Whoa. What in the hell just happened?

“Bravik…” I blink up at him, confusion still swirling around in my psyche. “I don’t understand you right now.”

I don’t know if it’s my honesty or the vulnerability in my voice, but he takes a deep breath and slowly releases it through his nose, making his nostrils flare. “I’m not sure whether to thrash you soundly, since you lied to me, or to fuck you senseless until your body goes limp in my arms from pleasure, just so you know who you belong to.”

My sex clenches at both those options.

Maybe I am a whore, but if that’s