I stared up at whoever the fuck held me down, and glared into eyes the color of an angry Earth sky. A lone female on a skimmer probably looked like an easy target, but for fuck's sake, I wore the uniform of an Allied Planet Enforcer. What type of idiot, no matter how desperate to claim a woman, jumped a cop? Especially one flying across a moon at almost twice safe propulsion speed with an Aglaian disruptor on her right hip?

"This kind," the hulking man who felt made of granite murmured, jerking my wrists together above my head. He locked them in one large fist and yanked my disruptor from its thigh harness before I could blink--or digest the fact he'd answered a question I hadn't asked aloud.

His mouth crashed down on mine, claiming my lips as his property. I could feel the possession in the fierce and frightening way his tongue invaded my mouth, plunging and plundering. Merciless and savage. Taking what I was not giving. Well, what I was trying not to give.

Truth be known, I was getting aroused. More than aroused. If the man had reached between my spread, kicking legs right at that point, any point actually--the point where his teeth nipped on my bottom lip and sent shards of wicked pain into my center was just a prime example--he would have found the crotch of my uniform damp with musky pleasure. I'd been kissed many times by Raavelian alpha slaves, by Nil Raja master-pleasurers, but none kissed the way this ... this ... gods, this male kissed.

His mouth fucked mine. There was simply no other way to explain it. His mouth did to my mouth what a cock should do to a cunt. It delved deep, took everything and returned it all back tenfold. His tongue lashed at the inside of my mouth, whipped at the edges of my teeth, mated with a need so untamed I felt the building pressure low in the pit of my stomach. Gods, I was going to come! From a kiss! A kiss!

Once again, as if my attacker--for what else could I call him--heard the unspoken words, he dragged his lips from mine and scored a scalding line along my clenched jaw to my ear. He bit down on my earlobe before he dipped the tip of his tongue into the shell of my ear. Ribbons of exquisite sensations ripped down my neck, across my chest to my belly. My nipples pinched hard, pushing against the restrictive confines of my uniform, and I whimpered. Who are you?

The thought hadn't finished forming in my mind when he pulled slightly away, not enough for me to see his face, but enough to feel the cool kiss of the moon's artificial atmosphere on my cheek. His free hand, the one that had sent my favorite disruptor flying who knows where off to the side, closed over my breast, and I gasped, reveling in the absolute rapture that spiraled through me from the brutal possession.

"I'm the one you've always dreamed of." His fingers pressed into the swell of my breast, and I whimpered again. "The one you've always feared."

His cryptic words caressed my senses--as soft as his cock was hard. Its savage, turgid length ground against my sex, trapped beneath a layer of thick, coarse leather but still capable of making my clit feel like it was on fire.

I had to get away.

No, you don't.

I was drowning in sensations I hadn't expected to be experiencing on a moon. In a sex-den, yes, after a session with a masseur, yes, but on the surface of Adana's least-important moon? A place more worthless than a Dollavera clone? While I was on recon?

"Your partner will be fine." The mysterious man stared at me with unreadable eyes, the hand on my breast squeezing with languid intent.

I glared at him, trying--quite unsuccessfully--to ignore the wet licks of tension unfurling in my pussy. I'd had enough of him knowing my thoughts. I had difficulty knowing my own thoughts sometimes, so it was bloody annoying having a complete stranger, no matter how arousing, do a better job of it than me. "Will you stop doing that!"

A very evil, very sexy grin pulled at lips I knew would send a poor, simple AP Enforcer to the Ninth Heaven. "No." I ground my teeth together, just as he ground his cock to my still wet sex again. "There is nothing you can do to stop what is to come, Raina Mynn."

The deep rumble of his voice made my pulse leap into frantic flight. That and the slow way he rolled his hips higher, letting me feel his long, solid, thick erection stroke from base to tip over my cunt. Gods, if that was to come, I was in danger.

"Not danger. It is your destiny."

Destiny.

The word sent a chill straight into my gut, and I stiffened. When a strange man grabs you on a dead asteroid, makes your body react in ways it shouldn't, sticks his tongue down your throat and his cock against your cunt, and then utters the word "destiny," you know you're in trouble.

Shyte! He was a zealot! But who for? Which deity did he--

"I worship no deity."

I bit back a sharp growl. For fuck's sake, he was finishing my thoughts now!

I stared up at him, too aware of the way his fingers ground my wrists together, too aware of the way his massive weight pinned me to the ground. Way too aware of the massive shaft between my thighs that seemed to be promising something I shouldn't want but did all the same. "Well then," I snarled, trying to shift my cunt away from his dick. "Who friggin' decided me being trapped under you was my destiny?"

"I did." His smile stretched wider, moving on from being sexy to fuckable. Yes, he had a fuckable smile. It was that horny. That still didn't mean I wasn't going to fight the bastard off. When it came to my sexual partners, destiny didn't stand a look-in. I came. I fucked. I went. No foreordained spiritual nutjob was playing matchmaker with me. I liked my sex one way. No strings. No strings meant no pain. Well, not the kind of pain that afflicts the heart. Other kinds of pain ... slapping of the ass cheeks kind of pain, biting of the nipples kind of pain ... those kinds of pains were ... blyat! What the fuck was I going on about? Destiny. The weirdo had uttered the word destiny. I was out of there.

Now, if only I could make both the weirdo--and my body listen.