Thank you again to everyone that has been following Ana and Lux's journey. This story may have some triggers for people as choking and reluctance is present. Please read with caution. Thank you for the comments and feedback. I will work on making chapter 4 longer. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
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Ana
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Without a word, I spun on my heels and made my way towards the door. If this overbearing alien thought he could control me he was sorely wrong. After a few moments I could hear his distinct footfalls trail behind me. He was so sure of himself. So commanding. If I said it wasn't a turn on I would be lying, but there is no way I am going to give in that easily. Not after what he and his people did to my planet, no matter what effect he seems to have on my body. My traitorous body. Shame floods my cheeks as I remember the desperation I felt only a few moments ago at his touch.
"Get a grip," I mumble to myself, "you are better than this." I exhale loudly and pivot to face him once I make my way to the kitchen. I hope the irritation that I feel is painted on my face. There is a small smirk playing on his lips as he watches me. Great. No matter what I do, I seem to amuse the brute.
"My rut will begin in 2 moons, if not sooner. I can't wait to become more acquainted with your body," he purrs.
At least now I have a timeline to my doom, but there is nothing stopping him from taking what he wants earlier. I just wish that he wanted something other than me. He begins to move toward me with the litheness that a body as massive as his should not possess. Make no mistake, I may be here to quench his carnal desires, but his body was made for violence.
"Thanks for the information," I scoff, "It really doesn't matter when your rut starts. You and I both know there are no rules against you fucking me before it begins. Stop the charade and lets get down to the brass tax, shall we? I'm here because you chose me, not because I chose to be, so why don't you drop the games and stay away from me until it is necessary. Hmm?"
The fire was back in his eyes as his reached out towards the soft flesh on my waist. He bent down so that his mouth was align with my ear, and given how tall he is, that is no easy feat, he nibbled my neck causing goosebumps to spread over my skin, before he whispered, "I don't play games. I win them. And you my pet, are my prize."
Straightening back up, he moved around me towards the kitchen. I could feel my rage bubble throughout my body, climbing up my spine. A simmering boil frothed in my stomach and I saw red. I am no one's fucking prize. I picked up a nearbyβI don't even know what the fuck it isβand threw it at his retreating back. He swiftly moved to the left letting it burst into pieces on the floor in front of him.