Pure

Julia Payton

Description

She’s been taken against her will…

The Colonel, Maxim, is the ruler of the Ruins in what used to be New York. After a post-apocalyptic event nothing is and will never be the same. He rules with an iron fist and has the final say in all things. He takes what he wants when he wants. Now is the time for him to take Iolanthe. He’s watched her from afar for years, now she will belong to him.

Iolanthe has grown up homeless on the streets with her mother as her only companion. It’s been a dangerous life, to say the least. The fact that she is a Pure only complicates matters and has been her most guarded secret. Her mother’s warnings always in her mind. But, now her mother is dead and she’s been taken by the Colonel. What will happen now?

This is book one in the Colonel’s Conquest series and includes a sneak peek at book two.

Publisher’s Note: This dark dystopian romance is not a wine and flowers romance. It’s a journey of discovery by the hero and heroine with all the rough edges exposed. Take the journey if you dare, you’ll be glad you did. This sci-fi story contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, power exchange, non-consent, adult themes and possible triggers.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Rough Romance
• Alpha (ethology)
• Power exchange
• Science fiction
• Mystery
• Dark
• Kidnapped
• Captive
• Dominant
• Discipline
• Romance
• Sci-Fi
• Suspense
• Gothic
• Danger
• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Eclipse Press
• Date de parution: 02 juin 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781948140829
• Langue: English

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Pure
Colonel’s Conquest - Book One


Julia Payton
©2020
All rights reserved.

No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Julia Payton
Pure

EBook ISBN: 978-1-948140-82-9
print ISBN: 978-1-948140-86-7
audio ISBN: 978-1-948140-87-4
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Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only.   Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
To Rhi - you know the reason why
And for Dad …because
Contents



Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25


Pride


Chapter 1


Julia Payton

Acknowledgments
Prologue

Iolanthe
S he should have run away the first time she saw him.
He kept returning, the beautiful stranger. Now, he lay next to her, his fingers lingering along the curve of her waist and moving up, up towards her breasts. Iolanthe squirmed, heat following the line of his hand. She wasn’t supposed to let men touch her. Yet she let him, this unknown man, a man who came for her when she should have been watching for danger and keeping on alert.
His smirk kept her warm. His hazel eyes made her blush. But it was his touch, forbidden, circumventing her absentee mother’s warning that made her want more. Now as his fingers eased her sweater up, she felt her tiny breasts swell and her nipples pucker when they were exposed to his eyes and to the air. It was wrong, so very wrong. She pushed his hand down, but she gave a hungry giggle, her eyes feasting on his exquisite face. She wanted to lick him in places that shouldn’t have registered in her virginal thoughts, and she wanted him to lick her back. The feelings strong enough to palpitate her heart and to make that secret spot between her thighs warm and wet. She laughed prettily once again, lightness in the midst of the decrepit warehouse.
“You want this, don’t you, you naughty girl?” her stranger said. His voice honeyed and stained. A silken caress upon her thirsty ears. Iolanthe nodded. His fingers pinched the sensitive crest of her breast and she squealed, drawing back.
“That hurt,” she said, frowning.
“You liked it,” he answered, uncaring.
He did it again, harder this time. He was right. She did want it. Iolanthe let out a low moan, and she felt the slick of wet between her thighs. She wanted him to reach inside her panties, to the wet heat of her. Her body ached just thinking about it, and then she faltered, because he never did what she so greatly craved.
He smiled and his other hand moved to his fatigues, to the thickness that bulged below his waist. He filled his hand with the heaviness inside, and he groaned, rocking his head back. She stared at him, mesmerized. The smell of muskiness and brine began to fill the air and she felt her inner core tingle. She began to squirm, just to relieve the unknown pressure in the intimate center of her. He opened his eyes, hazel eyes, and they turned wicked.
“Fuck, little girl. You want my cock so goddamn bad. You’d take it any way I gave it, wouldn’t you? Tell me, Iolanthe,” he said, and he stroked himself just underneath the placket of his trousers. She could see the glistening red tip of his erection, laden with opalescent liquid. Her mouth watered with greedy hope, making his eyes gleam. His voice was smooth, and she turned her head to hear him speak. His voice condemned, but she never cared. “Tell me how you’re a nasty, dirty girl. Tell me how much you want to be fucked and fucked hard by me.”
She nodded, but she didn’t know. Not really. She had gone twenty years alone, just her mother and herself, running, always running away. Her mother warned her about men; perhaps her mother was right. It was best to hide from men, for all they wanted was to rut and breed. Iolanthe knew all this, but her secret pleasure of knowing who her stranger was, had her ignore the long-standing advice. He was her prince, after all.
His hand reached out, yanking her hair back in a knotted fist. Twisting it in his grip. His actions were baseless, harsh. Delectable.
“You speak when I ask you a question. You’re nothing but a goddamn Pure, aren’t you a slut to be used for my pleasure.”
She knew to answer, or to have her hair ripped from the roots. “Y-Yes,” she stammered, delicious tears blurring her eyes. She wasn’t supposed to have a man claim her, not yet. But she wanted him to take her. To make her his. She thought she was ready. She hesitated as she spoke. “I’m just a Pure, and yours.”
His voice mellowed, but not his grip. “I know, sweetness, I know. You want to be fucking bred. You need it, just like you need my cock,” he said, his hand twisting her hair tighter. She let out a small protest, but it wasn’t all from pain. He smiled, incandescently perfect.
“Sir,” she said, the first time she had ever addressed the stranger as such. She heard a muffle from the edge of the warehouse, a soft scurry. Rats, most likely. “Sir,” she said again, imploring her prince. “Let me taste you, just this once. You promised.” He kept stroking himself, and his eyes darkened with her words. He would finish before she could feel him upon her lips. She implored further. “I want to feel it where you promised,” she said, pausing, unsure again. She gestured to her partially unzipped jeans, to her hand that didn’t dare reach below and finish what his words started.
The scurry turned into a ruffle, then something was knocked over with a loud clatter. Animals, it had to be. There were so many of them in the abandoned warehouses along the waterfront.
“You want my cock in that cunt,” he said bluntly.
He wanted words. “Yes.”
His mouth moved next to her ear, and his hand eased from his fatigues, covered with the seed she longed for. With a low murmur, he spread it over her greedy open lips. She sucked his essence from his fingertips, thick and salty and cooling quickly upon her tongue, a manna for her deprived heart.
Her stranger whispered. His words condemned.
“Well, too goddamn bad,” he said, his voice a dangerous serenity. “Because, dirty girl...” He looked behind her. He smiled as the shadows lengthened and pervaded around them, a monster hovering at the door. “You just failed your first real fucking test.”
Chapter 1

Iolanthe
S he believed him–the liar, her beautiful stranger, even as her body fell into darkness with a faint, her eyes opening to this. A cell, with her huddled upon a military style cot set in the corner, her hands tied before her.
The light overhead swung in movement as a second man righted himself from against the edge of the inside wall and stepped forward. Her knife was gone. The beautiful man had taken it, her devious deceiver. So she did the next best thing. She followed his example.
She lied, too.
Her mouth felt gummy and dry, though her voice worked. “Where am I?” she said, pretending to be brave.
She wanted to choke on the tangy, sweet and cloying smell in the room. Violets. They were everywhere, around the cot, around her, and on the floor. She shoved one away with a disgusted jerk of her toe. Someone had a sick sense of humor.
“Now, don’t be like that, sweetness,” the liar spoke.
Don’t trust them, Iolanthe. Men are full of deceit, having nothing but their desire and the lustful root that hangs between their legs. Don’t give in. Never give in.
Iolanthe held out her wrists, recalling her mother’s repeated words. “Let me go. I don’t want to be here.”
She cast her eyes low, only looking out from under her lashes. Her head spun. She held out her wrists again, repeating her demand.
“Let me go.”
A raspy baritone startled her, coming from the depths of the shadows. A voice harsh and terrible came from that second man who kept himself hidden from her. She wanted to hear it again, the sound dark, and ravenous and utterly magnificent.
“You,” the baritone-voiced man told her, “fucking behave.”
Inwardly she cursed at how the light trained on her, leaving the rest of the area blackened. She’d never be able to take down two men. One, she might be able to coerce. Two, she was doomed to whatever fate they had in store. And as her mother often warned her, there was one thing a man wanted