Chapter One
Kristina Malmon
Kristina watched as Kronos rose to his full height, her gaze crawling over the musculature of his imposing body.In the haze of however long he’d held her there, she’d barely had time to think about anything except him; his will, his body, and the way he’d mesmerized her.
She should have been looking for a way out, for a life beyond his captivity, but whenever she tried to focus on freedom, she returned to just how impressive he was.His mind was devilish, his back and shoulders honed with brawn, while his backside was unreasonably pert, and she already knew how strong his arms were.
Squeezing her eyes closed, she pushed away the unhelpful internal monologue, but right on cue, memories of the soul-splintering climax she’d enjoyed filled her thoughts again.The way he’d coaxed her, held her, and swept her literally from her feet.
It was too much.Hewas too much.
But that was no justification for her assent.
Swallowing back on the passionate recollection, she balled her hands at her sides.It didn’t matter how attractive he was or even how intense her recent pleasure had been.Kronos had taken her as his hostage.He was refusing to let her go.
Her predicament wasn’t right.
“Any dietary requirements I should know about?”He glanced her way.
“No, Master.”
She pushed out the response he wanted, her toes curling at her capitulation.She’d always considered herself to be a strong, independent woman.She’d yearned for male company but had never seen herself bowing and scraping to someone like Kronos.
But then, until she’d woken up there, she hadn’t known anyone like him existed.
“That makes things easier.”He turned, apparently not bashful at all about the fact that he was also stark naked.
Why would he be?He was the one who’d chosen to keep them both that way.
What was stranger, perhaps, was how relaxed she was about her own nudity.She’d never had a problem with her body, but she hadn’t counted on being stripped and held prisoner by the sexy Goliath currently planning her meals.
Shifting on her seat, she squeezed the muscles at the apex of her thighs, the action reminding her of her latest growing need.As humiliating as it was to admit, she couldn’t ignore her bladder for much longer.
“Master?”She hated to use the word again, but the niggling ache in her tummy insisted she defer.
“Yes.”He took a step toward her.
“I…” Her focus flitted to his face, but she regretted the deed at once.He was far too handsome to help hold her train of thought, and the fact that she needed to ask for such a basic requirement only made matters worse.
“What is it?”His tone was harder, as though herinterruptionwas a nuisance.
Gulping down her rising embarrassment, she forced herself to answer.“I need to use the bathroom, please.”
She peered around the glowing white room, praying he wasn’t going to produce a commode and insist she go in the corner.Being confined to the windowless space was bad enough.Her clawing sense of claustrophobia was growing with every moment that passed.
Kris had never thought about how important fresh air and an exit were until she’d found herself stuck without either.Scanning the seamless white walls for the hundredth time, her stomach knotted.
Why wasn’t there a door?Everywhere had a way in and out.
One of his dark eyebrows cocked at her plea.“I was wondering when you’d ask about that.”
She looked into his expectant eyes, unsure what to say.Did he expect her to apologize for being a human being?
“Come here.”Not waiting for her reply, he thrust a large palm in her direction.
She eyed the hand warily, recalling the way it had felt striking her prone backside.
“Why am I waiting, Kristina?”
