Ashira knew she was trapped. None would come for her even if her screams were heard. If any did come, they would merely shrug it off as a future groom sampling his future bride. Mallin had her exactly where he wanted her. Even though she was frightened with every fiber in her body, Ashira couldn't deny how hotly her own body had reacted when Mallin had forced his lips upon hers. Even now Ashira could feel the silken wetness between her thighs. How she hated herself at this moment, how she hated him even more.
Ashira had long known it was Mallin who would be her mate. The son of the famous War General, Maphus, Mallin had been groomed from an early age to be Ashira's mate and future king of this planet. Unfortunately for her, Mallin had tormented her relentlessly. Cornering her every chance he could get when he knew no one was watching, he would find any excuse to press his body against hers, slipping his hands between her thighs and squeezing, the dark looks on his face promising Ashira the torments of their future together. He meant to break her, Mallin would settle for nothing less, and Ashira wanted nothing such as that.
So caught up in her panic, Ashira had failed to notice that Mallin nearly had her to the large bed that was predominantly placed in the middle of her chambers. Her breathing becoming frantic, she knew she must do something to save herself now.
Willing herself into action, Ashira ran a lone finger over a single lock of Mallin's long silver hair.
"Mallin, please, it would be more proper to wait until the ceremony was over. Then I would be most willing to give myself to you, as your wife," Ashira's words were soft and breathy even to her own ears.
Mallin threw back his head and laughed.
"Pretty words from a pretty princess, Ashira, but I think your false efforts are wasted this time."
She started to fight him then, her small body twisting in his arms, her mouth biting at his arm, at last finding her target. His cry of outrage as her teeth drew blood echoed in the stone chamber and Ashira did scream then, but for naught, as her small frame went flying across the room to land heavily on the soft mattress atop her bed.
Ashira scrambled frantically away, but Mallin's large arms hauled her back to him, and she closed her eyes tightly not wanting to see his face, with her eyes shut she could concentrate on the sounds in the room, the thudding of her own heart, and his heavy breathing in her ear. She winced as his tongue slid across her cheek and up to her ear.
"Now, Ashira, it's time," he whispered softly in her ear.
She screamed again as the silken gown was ripped into two large pieces from her body. Ashira frantically tried to cover her breasts from his gaze, but Mallin grabbed both her wrists easily and held them above her head.
Still her eyes were closed until two harsh fingers pinched her left nipple painfully.
