Love with the enemy can be the ultimate surrender…
Fiona Lockhart struggles to survive after Earth is conquered by powerful aliens. She knows it's only a matter of time before her schizophrenic mother acts out at the wrong time and place and brings down the wrath of their captors. So when turncoats offer Fiona a way to keep her mother safe, she can't refuse—even though it means marrying a Kall warrior and posing as the First Daughter, Betsy Carson.
Kall warrior Merokk has mixed feelings about marrying a human woman, but it's his duty and he can't refuse. He enjoys taming the headstrong Betsy, and a good spanking now and then makes the passion burn. The sex is sizzling, and as the months pass, Merokk discovers the feelings for his little wife run deep. But when he learns of her deceit after the real Betsy Carson surfaces, Merokk's new world shatters. Can he learn to forgive Fiona, or will he spend the rest of their lives punishing her for a crime she never wanted to commit?
Fiona couldn’t think clearly, she could only act on impulse. She wasn’t a virgin—she’d been bedded a handful of times in her young life. But all the times before seemed to lose meaning and fade into a past that didn’t belong to her anymore. His nearness unleashed instincts and longings she’d never experienced before. His unique masculine scent and guttural groans drove her mad with need, and she shuddered with delight each time he touched or kissed her body with a gentleness she hadn’t anticipated. She’d expected a good, hard fucking—quick and to the point. Not this. But she wasn’t about to complain, because this was nice…very nice.His mouth latched onto her nipple and his teeth held it in place while he lapped at it, and he cupped her other breast in his large hand, caressing and pinching just hard enough to elicit a gasp from Fiona. Then, without warning, he drew himself up and straddled her waist. Her heart pounded and she squirmed under his massive, freakishly muscular body.“Put your hands up next to your head,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Good.” He leaned forward and slipped her wrists into restraints he located behind the bed.“What are you doing?” She tugged against the soft fabric encircling her wrists and realized it was attached to the bed somehow. Panic brought her out of her desire-induced haze. His face was a mask, unreadable, and it frightened her.“No questions. No talking unless I ask you a question.”“But—”He cut her off with a stern look. Despite her anxiety over the unfamiliar, a new wave of pleasure shot between her thighs and caused her to clench her legs tighter together. She watched Merokk studying her and felt small under his gaze. His erect cock rested on her stomach. She tried not to stare, but it was so damn big. His chest was broad, sculpted, and hairless. She guessed the Kall didn’t have much body hair besides that on their head. His skin was dark, as if he’d spent hours baking under the sun, though she knew it wasn’t a tan. Seconds passed like long minutes, and she grew uneasy. She had to break the silence.“Merokk—”His hand came up and his flat palm smacked the underside of her right breast. She twisted and pulled at the restraints, but he seemed to only enjoy her distress. A pleased look replaced his frown, and he methodically began to slap both of her breasts, always hitting the fleshy underside. It didn’t hurt. Not really. But no one had ever done anything like this to Fiona before, and the newness of it was hard to accept—that this Kall, her husband, had her tied up and at his complete mercy.“Remember what I said about submitting to me, Betsy.” His hand rose and delivered a dozen more slaps to her breasts, and Fiona tried her best to hold still and accept the blows as the urge to please him consumed her. She winced and whimpered through each one, but the small amount of pain didn’t overpower the desire coursing through her center. Instead it seemed to increase her need to feel Merokk inside her. She was burning up, ready for him to stake his final claim. She felt her juices rubbing between her thighs and knew he would slide easily inside her pussy—at least she hoped so. She glanced down at his cock again, and her heart fluttered. It would be a tight fit.Merokk moved to the side of the bed and lifted her legs high in the air, drawing them straight back. She felt exposed, her wet folds high on display. Rising up on his knees, he secured her legs against her stomach with one arm. His free hand then descended to her vulnerable bottom, a torrent of hard slaps landing on her cheeks and thighs. Fiona howled and struggled, but his hold on her was firm. He kept on spanking her like a man possessed. This actually hurt, and Fiona finally resorted to biting her lip to keep from begging.“Tell me who you belong to,” he said, still continuing his assault on her bottom. “Who do you belong to, Betsy?”“You!” she cried. “I belong to you!” To her relief, Merokk’s hand stilled, and he centered himself between her thighs, holding her legs up and spread. The tip of his stiff cock pressed against her slick entrance. He stared intently at her and yelled something in his own native tongue before he plunged deep inside her.