Alien Romance: Caught By The Alien: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance Standalone (Alien Invasion Romance) (Heavenly Claimed Book 3)

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Author: Bertina Mars
warm beneath her bare soles and she hurried to keep up with him.  A few yards away the auction was carrying on, and Maya felt the knife twist of guilt for leaving the other girls to their fate.  It couldn’t be helped though.
    She had enough problems of her own to deal with.  As they neared the men, several of them turned and leered at her.  One of the Blood Sharks licked his lips and winked at her.
    “Fuck her hard, Vron!” he called out.
    Vron froze in his tracks as if he’d been physically struck.  Maya’s heart jumped into her mouth as she watched him slowly turn his head and shoot the man who had called out a look of pure frozen anger.
    The unlucky Blood Shark flinched at the icy gaze, and, looking decidedly cowed, quickly turned back to the auction.  Vron lowered his eyes and the storm clouds gathered in their silver depths again, erasing away the raw power he’d just unleashed.
    Its intensity still lingered with Maya though, and she found herself hoping that he never turned that devastating gaze on her for any reason. 
    What’s wrong with you? She asked herself angrily.  You’re supposed to be figuring out a way to escape this nightmare, not worrying about offending this scary guy.   Correction, she should not be worrying about offending this scary and sexy guy.
    Maya let out a deep breathe.  This was just getting too intense to bear.
     
     
    * * *
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    The interior of the palace was all blood red stone and gold trim and was as heavy and foreboding as its exterior.  She could literally feel the dark presence of the Blood God, its cyclopean, bodiless head exuding a miasma of dread and oppression. 
    She read it on the faces of the downtrodden servants they passed, and the red-liveried guards on duty.  The Blood God was a tangible, malevolent presence controlling their lives.
    Only Vron seemed unaffected.  He remained stoic, moving with the grace of a great predator.  This was a man used to the role of command and to violence.  Maya knew that mark only too well. 
    She’d recognised it in her dad and his buddies when she was only three years old.  Vron might be an alien from a barbaric planet that was light years away from Earth, but he was made from the same stuff.  He was a warrior through and through.  
    “These are my quarters,” he said sullenly, showing her into a Spartan looking set of rooms near the rear of the palace.  “I’ll make arrangements with the House Matron for you to have your own apartment when I finish my duties.”
    “That’s very gallant of you,” Maya drawled.  “I thought as your sex slave I’d be chained to your bed?”
    A pained look flitted across Vron’s face before his impassive expression quickly returned.  “I’ll need to dress that wound,” he said as if he hadn’t heard her.  “Sit down on the bed please.”
    Maya found his reserve rather appealing.  It made a change from the cocky chauvinism she’d encountered both on this planet and on Earth.  She went over to the slab of dark wood with its weave mat covering and sat down on its hard surface.  “Wow, you sleep on this?” she asked incredulously.  “No wonder you’re so grumpy.”
    Vron pursed his lips and headed over to a cupboard next to the wall.  He opened it and took out what looked like a medical field kit.  Maya watched as he took out various jars and wadding.  When he’d gotten what he needed he padded back to the bed.
    “The wound isn’t deep,” he said as he knelt down in front of her.  “It shouldn’t take much to patch you up again.”
    “You should have let them kill me,” Maya said blackly, feeling the stress of her situation bubble up inside again.  “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”
    Vron looked up at her and frowned.  “Is being owned by me such a terrible thing?” he asked, a sliver of hurt in his voice.  “Would you prefer to be the plaything of one of those oafs outside, or the Prince Consort?  Believe
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