Kronos’ Consequence (Dominant Gods #2)

Chapter 1

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. He was 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 her interruption was 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?”

Amusement echoed in his voice, but the prompt was enough to get her moving. Rising to her feet, she closed the distance between them and grasped his fingers.

“You’ll need to come closer, little one.” He tugged her toward him, and she went with a gasp, bumping into his hard body.

“I just need the toilet, Master.” Her breasts skimmed against his skin, taunting her with the sensation.

He said nothing, smiling down at her as one of his arms snaked around her middle.

Didn’t he understand her request? But how was she supposed to clarify without risking upsetting the balance between them? If there was no choice but to stay there and play his captive, then she would rather not face the brunt of one of his punishments so soon.

His hand lowered to her ass and squeezed. “Shhh.”

She frowned, irritated at the way he was reigniting the pain in her backside, as well as the way he sought to quiet her.

She already knew he had peculiar ways of enforcing her silence if she failed to comply.

Her thoughts darted back to the moment when he’d hushed her with little more than a wave of his hand.

She had no idea how that had been possible, but she never wanted to know that swelling powerlessness again.

“Hold on to me.”

His deep tone vibrated over her, and even though she knew obeying him would do nothing to alleviate her full bladder, she did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his honed body, one hand splayed at his back.

She bit down on her lower lip as he forced her body flush against his.

The way things were going, she’d be fucking him again, and that really wouldn’t help alleviate her aching bladder.

Unsure whether to laugh or cry at her impotency, she resolved to succumb.

He was too strong to counter anyway, and she felt weaker than usual.

Although she didn’t know how long she’d been there, she guessed it had been a long time since she’d last eaten anything.

That, coupled with whatever he’d given her to lure her there, had amplified her exhaustion, and resting her head on his torso was suddenly the most natural urge in the world.

Leaning against the soft hair covering the expanse of his body, she sighed. She shouldn’t have felt succor in the arms of her captor, but for the time being, there was little choice but to give in to the unnervingly good sensation.

“I have you.” His words reverberated at her crown, and lifting her head to ascertain what he meant, she realized the room around them had fogged, the mirror and chair blurring until they were muted in gray.

Bewildered, she stared past his pectorals and watched as the room was somehow subdued. The space that had become her prison grew smaller, compressing around them. She blinked at the changing scene, aware of how the air swirled about them as if they’d been caught in the middle of a vortex.

Her grip tightened around him, and his free hand rose to cradle the side of her face.

Breathing in the earthy scent of his body, flashes of the way he’d insisted she swallow his cum ached in her weary head.

So much had happened between them in such a short time, and aside from his name, she barely knew him at all.

“What’s happening?”

She mumbled the words against him, vaguely conscious that she hadn’t referred to him the way he demanded, yet too perplexed to correct herself.

“Hush.” He buried his fingers in her hair. “I am taking you where you need to be.”

His digits sparked electricity at her scalp, but rather than rile her, she was oddly grateful for the distraction the pain offered.

It couldn’t be right that the world around them had chilled so quickly, and the whirling air current certainly couldn’t have been natural.

Those things disconcerted her, but all she could do was squeeze her eyes closed, assuming that the eerie changes were another hallucinogenic product of whatever drug he’d plied her with.

By the time her lids flickered open and his fingers relaxed in her tresses, the space around her was different.

It wasn’t immediately obvious to her what that change was, but the air was still and warmer, and as she looked around, she realized that wherever they were was discernibly bigger than the room she’d first woken up in.

“Master?”

She gazed up at him for clarification, the act reflexive, as if he had become the center of her entire universe. She acknowledged that, whether she liked it or not, in a great many ways, he had.

“Turn around, little one.” His hand directed her compliance, and when she spun, she laid eyes on a large, shiny bathroom suite.

Feeling dazed, she twisted back to catch his eyes, the next question from her lips inevitable. “But how is this possible?”

They’d moved from one place to another without so much as taking a step.

“It is as I promised.” The smile that met her inquiry smoldered. “I shall meet every one of your needs.”