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For an ordinary twenty-two-year-old college student like Lana, the idea of being kidnapped from Earth by aliens would have sounded absurd… until the day it happened. As Lana quickly discovers, however, her abduction is not even the most alarming part of her situation. To her shock, she soon learns that she is to be stripped naked and sold as a slave to the highest bidder.
When she resists the intimate, deeply humiliating procedures necessary to prepare her for the auction, Lana merely earns herself a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking, but her passionate defiance catches the attention of her captor and results in a change in his plans. Instead of being sold, Lana will be given as a gift to Dante, the region’s powerful king.
Dante makes it abundantly clear that he will expect absolute obedience and that any misbehavior will be dealt with sternly, yet in spite of everything Lana cannot help feeling safe and cared for in the handsome ruler’s arms. Even when Dante’s punishments leave her with flaming cheeks and a bottom sore from more than just a spanking, it only sets her desire for him burning hotter.
But though Dante’s dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure beyond anything she ever imagined, Lana fears she may never be more than a plaything to him, and her fears soon lead to rebellion. When an escape attempt goes awry and she is captured by Dante’s most dangerous enemy, she is left to wonder if her master cares for her enough to come to her rescue. Will her king risk everything to reclaim what is his, and if he does bring his human girl home safe and sound, can he find a way to teach Lana once and for all that she belongs to him completely?
Publisher’s Note: A Gift for the King is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, elements of medical play, elements of anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Lana and the other girls were lined up facing the throne. They were told to stand still and to continue to look forward. She decided to listen for now, but allowed her eyes to dart about, evaluating her surroundings for escape, or some kind of clue as to why they were there. Startled, she jumped when she heard a door open up behind her. Instinctively, she turned to look, but Wes quickly came up behind her and swatted her backside harshly. Lana yelped, as the spank awoke the soreness from her earlier punishment, and she quickly looked forward again, not wanting to anger him any further.
Wes moved in front of the line of girls and met her gaze. Lana felt like a block of cement came over her, her muscles stiff and unyielding. Fear bubbled through her as he refused to leave her line of sight. His eyes narrowed and an authoritative smirk came across his lips. The warmer Wes from before had seemingly disappeared, to be replaced by someone much more commanding and no-nonsense.
Voices murmured behind her, and she felt a presence towering over her, but she couldn’t move her head to look. She felt helpless. Fingers touched her hair, moving it aside, baring her neck. The touch glided across her skin, moving past her shoulder and down her back, brushing against her bottom cheeks. When the hands left her, other girls cried out in fear and were quickly reprimanded with harsh spanks. She assumed that they were being touched too.
Wes continued to gaze into Lana’s eyes, and she still couldn’t move or look away. When a man walked around the line of girls and stood in front of them, Wes finally moved aside and broke eye contact with Lana, releasing her from his mental prison. She gasped as the power flowed away, and she was able to move her fingers. Bowing her head, she began breathing deeply.
After she calmed, Lana was able to lift her head and focus on the man who stood in front of them. She caught herself before she took a step back at the sight. He was tall, extremely well built, and wore dark blue jeans and a black button-down shirt that did little to hide his wide shoulders, strong arms, muscled chest, and the raw power that seemed to be straining to escape. His brown hair looked intentionally messy, and his face was smooth with a strong jawbone and a harsh gaze, as he stared out at the line of girls. Frighteningly, instead of the blue eyes Lana had gotten used to, his eyes were a bright blood red.
His eyebrow wrinkled as his gaze meandered about the girls, until he noticed Lana and an unexpected look of surprise came over him. He moved toward her until he stood directly in front of her. She felt tiny under his scrutiny, as he stood about a foot taller than her small frame. His fingers touched her throat and grasped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Searching, his eyes met hers, and a strange sensation came over her. She felt a complete loss of control of her body, similar to what Wes had done to her before, but this was somehow very different.
Warmth passed through her limbs, and a sense of calm settled over her. Her fear all but melted away as she stared into the red of his eyes. Studying her, his eyebrows furrowed and he smiled dangerously. Lana felt as though she should be afraid, but couldn’t bring herself to be. She couldn’t look away, almost like his eyes had a strange power over her.
What the hell was he?
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