Marked for Darkness

The handsome ex-prince pushed open the heavy, gilded doors as though he were the reigning monarch. Onoliza arched her hips up to the young girl feasting between her thighs as she smiled at the approaching man.

A tall, strong man with golden hair and cold, steel-grey eyes. The perfect eye-candy. Luckily for her, he fucked as good as he looked.

“Pretty, pretty Oricus,” she cooed. The servant girl lapping at her slick folds paused.

Onoliza bucked against her red lips, urging her to continue.

Oricus didn’t so much as glance at girl kneeling before the Empress as he dipped into a low, sweeping bow. “You summoned, Empress?” His breath curled—a puff of white in the cool chamber.

“Won’t you join in?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

His lips pulled into a tight smile. “Alas, I have preparations to tend to before tomorrow.”

She waved away his excuses with a dismissive gesture. “Come now, you look tense.” Her long slender hands stroked the girl’s head as she tirelessly thrust her tongue into Onoliza. Though her speed had become sluggish. No doubt the icy blue color of her usually tanned skin had something to do with it.

Onoliza pushed the girl away from her body. “Go, rest my dear, I’ll send for you in a few hours.”

The girl jerkily stood and curtsied before stalking out of the room, her teeth chattering audibly.

With a smile, she spread her legs wider in invitation. She rubbed her flat chest, at the firm nipples straining against her gown. “Won’t you put me out of my misery, Prince?”

His jaw tightened, yet a wide smile curved his lips. She loved his lying lips and cruel eyes.

She especially loved his hard, emotionless fucks.

He climbed the stairs to her wordlessly. As he undid his trousers and let them fall to the ground, he asked, “What news do you have of my brother?”

“Ah, your brother. Such tasty-looking cheekbones.”

Oricus stroked his cock, bringing the long rod to life in his hand. “And?” he ground out as he shoved his cock into her greedy cunt.

She whimpered with delight. “He hides from me of course.”

He thrust into her like a jackhammer before gripping her throat tightly. “You’re certain he’s not returned to Scondelade at all?”

Her smile was lazy. “I would know if he stepped foot on my planet.” She watched him carefully. The way his teeth ground together and the way he avoided looking at her alien body while he fucked her. “Won’t you reconsider living here with me? My offer still stands.”

He squeezed harder, his loathing burning in the frigid depths of his gaze. “Never.”

Onoliza giggled. She enjoyed winding him up.

Yet as he spilled his searing hot seed into her channel, she wished he’d look at her.

Perhaps find her beautiful.

It doesn’t matter, she told herself. I am a monster. I deserve the hatred he flings at me.

Onoliza’s head fell back as her own orgasm racked her body and she panted. Clutching his hips, she forced him deeper inside her.

When she slackened, she caught a glimpse of his lip curled in disgust.

With a sigh she straightened, letting her gauzy gown flow back over her long, lean legs, then she shooed him. “Report to me if your brother does anything out of the ordinary.”

Oricus zipped up his trousers and strode from the room without a word.

Her chest burned with anger even after he was gone.

But he was just a mortal, created to be what she needed. She had a kingdom. An entire planet filled with mortals to fuck her when and how she wanted.

Toys. Playthings.

Disposable.

And no matter the fleeting desire to be wanted in return by Oricus or any of the Scondeladian princes, they too were disposable.

She was a conqueror.

A warrior.

“I don’t need anyone,” she told the empty room.

The silence laughed back.