Chapter 1 #2
Dude fucking smelled too. The hair on top of his head was covered with grease, mud, and so much dirt that I couldn’t tell what the original color was.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing down here, darlin’?” he asked, looking me up and down as he did so. Probably imagining me naked. I’d have bet money on it.
“What’s it to you?” I answered. He didn’t need to know why I was here.
“I like to employ pretty things like you. The men here like to fuck them the most,” he said, the tone in his voice mildly threatening as he stepped forward just a little bit.
Shit. He was a pimp. A slaver of women who profited off of their bodies. And he’d just decided I was his next target.
No one around us paid him any mind. No one cared. He took another step closer and I stepped away, but the message board was just behind me and the back of my boot scuffed against the wall beneath it. I had nowhere to run.
He was much larger than me. At least seven feet tall and probably three times my weight. My chances in a physical confrontation were slim, but I’d fight anyway. I hadn’t gotten to live my life out here on the edges of space without getting into brawls from time to time.
I stiffened, positioning myself so that I could kick him in the nuts or punch him square in his oversized nose. It was then I noticed his breathing made a wheezing noise. Ugh. This guy was gross.
He chose that moment to surge forward, clocking me in the jaw and forcing his hand into my hair.
His fingers curled into a fist and he jerked his arm to the side, pulling my hair cruelly along with it.
I cried out, feeling a few strands rip free from my scalp, and I tried to kick him between the legs, only he shifted his hips to the side and I missed him entirely.
He jerked my hair again and I lost my balance.
He dragged me off with one hand and I screamed.
No one interfered. People glanced my way, but they did nothing as the slaver dragged me across the dirt. I kicked and clawed at the ground, but none of it did any good. I couldn’t use any of the defensive maneuvers I knew when he had me like this. I had to do something though.
My scalp was on fire and the rocks and pieces of concrete scraped at my skin.
I tried to ignore the pain, but it was becoming too much.
I wanted to cry, but I knew that would only make me look weaker and I had to focus on how to get out of this mess without losing face.
I grabbed his wrist with both of my hands and tried to twist out of his grip, but he stopped, lifted me clean off the ground, and forced me up against a dirty brick wall, his other hand working its way around my throat.
“You better learn to be more obedient, human,” he growled, his spittle bouncing off my cheek.
I grimaced but as his hand tightened around my neck, I began to grow even more worried.
He released the hair at the back of my head and brushed his dirty fingers against the top of my breasts.
I would have pulled away, but I couldn’t.
“I’ll show you them, if you’ll let me go,” I offered, hoping that I could use my body to distract him.
His hands ventured down beneath the collar of my shirt and across the swell of my breasts, and I couldn’t help my shiver of disgust. He grinned, his large, circular eyes staring down at me, and then his fingers crawled beneath the fabric of my cotton bra.
I really wished I could kick him straight in the balls.
As soon as I got the opportunity, I would have this man singing for the stars.
I stilled, staring daggers at him as he took a nipple in between his fingers. His gaze never left mine as he pinched it harshly.
I cried out, pain lancing through my body, and then out of the corner of my eye another man strode up beside us.
“Fucking bastard. You know better than to pull this shit when I’m in town,” a firm, gravelly voice said, and I turned my head, lifting my eyes so that I could gaze on the face of the man who had dared to interrupt my abduction.
Eyes the color of the midnight sky met mine, soft and hard at the same time.
The man was nearly eight feet tall, with long, wavy locks that ventured down past his shoulders.
He had several braids and dreadlocks woven into his hair, even a few with beads plaited into them.
His jawline was firm, strong cheekbones jutting out, but something about him was decidedly not human.
He was far bigger than a human man, both by height and sheer muscle mass.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was incredibly strong, but at that moment, the only thing that mattered was that he was bigger than the slaver who was trying to steal me and make me into a street whore on this little forgotten slum of a planet.
I studied the newcomer more closely, taking note of the furrows across his forehead and the small pointed horns that jutted out of the top of his head, racking my mind for the alien species he originated from.
There wasn’t much time for me to think though, because he swung his arm back and then shifted his weight, punching straight into the side of the slaver’s head with a strength that I couldn’t ever even begin to match.
I turned my head and the slaver’s grip on my neck loosened.
His obnoxiously large pupils rolled back in his head and then the man slumped and fell over on the ground.
His skull cracked against a rock and the sound was sickening to hear.
My hand rose to my neck, rubbing at the soreness on my skin, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey, thanks, man,” I finally said, feeling as though I owed my savior a bit of gratitude.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he answered, his hardened gaze turning to mine.
“That was kind of like you’re welcome,” I muttered in return.
A glimmer of amusement passed over his expression, but it quickly disappeared a moment later. He studied me a little longer before cocking his head to the side.
I looked up at him. His eyes had a distinctive feline feel to them. Raizor. That was what he was. An alien species known for their exploits in battle. Fierce natures. Powerful in a fight and relentless in the pursuit of something they wanted. I flicked my eyes downward.
I’d heard some pretty freaky rumors about their dicks too. I mean, when you’re surrounded with men all the time, it was one of their favorite things to talk about. How big their cocks were, how their shafts hung between their legs. The sheer number of girls they fucked…
“You need to come with me,” he demanded. There was no question that I would obey him in his tone, but he had another think coming if he thought I was just going to trade one slaver for another.
I tensed and took a step back.
“No. I’m meeting someone at The Alley Pub,” I retorted, keeping my voice as fierce and powerful as I could manage.
He looked back at me, his brow furrowing even more. His eyes flared with anger at my words.
“The hell you’re not. Girls like you don’t go there unless they’re selling something you’re most definitely not,” he growled. He reached for me, grasping my upper arm, and I tried to pull away. When he didn’t let go, I whirled around and used my momentum to punch him hard in the stomach.
It was like punching a fucking metal wall.
I tried to cover up my cry of pain, but he heard it anyway and chuckled because of it. Instead, I tried to save face by pivoting quickly and kicking the back of his knee. His leg only bent the slightest bit.
God. He was way fucking stronger than I had anticipated.
He grabbed me and shoved me against the wall.
I lifted my arms to combat his assault, but then he did something unexpected and seized the waistband of my pants instead of going for my breasts like I assumed he would.
He deftly undid the top button, followed by the rest so quickly that I barely had time to snatch his wrist and try to stop him, but it didn’t do any good anyway.
I didn’t have the strength to fight against his.
He pushed my pants and panties down my waist and past my hips, baring me in a single smooth and incredibly swift movement.
He used his body to corral me and then his hands dropped to his belt.
He undid the clasp and I heard the sound of leather sliding against leather as he slid it free from the loops of his denim pants.
He quickly folded it in half and snapped it together and I jerked with surprise.
What the fuck?
He spun me around, lifted his leg, and perched his foot on a large rock.
Then he grasped me around the waist and lifted me up into the air, depositing me over his thigh.
I was suspended in the air and I couldn’t even reach the ground with either my feet or my hands.
I was balancing precariously face down over his leg, with my bare ass up in the air for everyone in the square to see.
He couldn’t have chosen a more public place to do such a thing.
One arm held me firmly against his thigh, his forearm pressing against my lower back and his fingers gripping around my hip, and in his other hand was his long, thick, and well-worn brown leather belt. I stared at it and a nervous feeling in my belly swelled up just then.
I felt vulnerable and anxious then and more than a little exposed. I looked back at him, watching as the brown leather swung back and forth in his hand, and bit my lip. Fuck. What was he going to do? He wouldn’t hit me with that, would he?
I’d never felt more helpless in my life.