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"Where's your electro-rod, little human?" Navik surges to his feet, coming toe to toe with me. "You no longer have a weapon to prod me with."
He rolls a heavily muscled shoulder. No doubt recalling the zap I gave him while he was down. The wound now healed, as well as the charred hole in the center of his chest.
Rapid healing abilities? Interesting.
A fully healed Navik is way more intimidating than a wounded Navik, yet I stand my ground, refusing to cower before him even though my knees quake beneath my robe.
"I'm not afraid of you, Navik."
His arm darts out to snake around my back, drawing my body tightly against his. "Aren't you?"
Startled, I gasp and my palms land on the heavy pads of his pectorals. My heart races as his body presses against mine. His rigid muscles meld with my curves, igniting a tiny flame of arousal that shouldn't exist.
"I can feel you trembling," he accuses.
"That's your imagination."
"Is it?" His dark chuckle peppers me in gooseflesh.
Fear courses through my body in the form of white-hot chills and something else even more disturbing—a tingle ofanticipation?
What am I hoping will happen?
My eyes drop to the hard sculpt of Navik's lips. I've been entertainment to a perverse savage for years, locked in a cage like an animal and only let out when the warden wanted to play.
Wondering what Navik's mouth would feel like pressed to mine is the absolute last thing I should be pondering. Anything sexual should be revolting after all I've been through, but Navik isn't Warden Hyt and something about the glossy blue pirate compels me.
Navik is a pirate, a thief, and a marauder—known for his lack of scruples and untrustworthiness. His inner beast may feel the desire to protect me, but I'm without his help right now. I wonder how much of Navik is truly his own personality and how much is that of the beast.
"I'm not sure what to make of you," he drops his head and murmurs against my ear. A delicious shiver skates down my spine.
"Don't make anything of me." My breath hitches, my mouth suddenly gone dry. With fear? With lust? I'm not sure. Feels like both.
Navik's grip tightens, closing around me like a vise. Panic claws at me while at the same time, I relish in the hard length of his body. Trapped in the pirate's embrace, his heart thrums against mine. The warmth of his breath bathes my throat as he lowers his head, stirring an inordinate desire within me. I battle with the urge to turn my face and drink in his dark scent.
"Maybe I should claim you as my pet." His deep baritone vibrates through me on an aching wave of unease. "Use you for my pleasure."
Fear whips me into action as a tiny flame licks at my core. His threat stiffens the peaks of my breasts.
"I'm no one's pet. I belong only to myself." I shove against his massive chest. I need to catch my breath, clear my head of his enticing musk, but my feeble attempt to put distance between us doesn't budge him an inch. He's a wall of solid muscle, hard and unyielding. Muscle I have to fight to keep from rubbing myself against.
Navik finally relents to my struggles, turning me loose with a rumbling laugh that melts the marrow of my bones to liquid fire.
"The collar you wear says otherwise." Navik takes a step back. His cool gaze glides over me from head to toe.
I stumble back on legs that shake, trying to process the wild mix of emotions raging inside me.
Navik had snatched me up before I ever saw him move. I felt the strength of his body pressed against mine. Felt his lust in the hard ridge of his erection pressing into my belly. It would be so easy for him to overpower me, take what he wanted.
The thought of him stripping me of my robe and ravaging my body should make me want to scream and run away, not leave me hot and aching for his touch.
"I wonder what Warden Hyt would pay to have you returned." A cruel grin plays at the corners of his lips.
"I'm no longer that pervert's pet." I jut my chin up in defiance as cold realization settles around me that Navik could decide to return me to Onis. "I'm free."
"Are you, starfire?" Navik reaches out a hand and tugs the collar around my throat. "You think you are free, huh?"
The pull of the leather against my throat dowses the flames of my unnatural desire and ignites an insurmountable rage. Years of servitude to another has brought me to this precipice, and I snap. Before I can think better of it, I slap his hand away.
