Dark Thoughts – Third Scene

By on March 6, 2017

Dark Thoughts will be releasing on March 14th (it is available for pre-order now!).
You can read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2017/02/20/dark-thoughts-first-scene/

This is the final scene in the first chapter.

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Kralj tried to push into her mind. There was nothing there. It was a huge empty chamber he couldn’t fill. He directed more of his power into that space. That would have hurt another being, would have brought even the largest, strongest warrior to his knees.

She appeared unaffected.

“There’s no reason to kill me.” The tiny female pulled her goggles down, hung them around her neck, revealing eyes as blue as the sky above them. “I’m not inside your precious Refuge and I haven’t broken any of your beloved rules.”

“Yet.” His tone was dry.

“Yet.” She walked toward him, her gait loose, her lack of concern for the danger he presented perversely turning him on. The female was fearless.

“You’re a threat.” He didn’t know why he was waiting to eliminate her. “Are you alone?”

“I’m always alone.” Sadness flitted across her beautiful face, a cloud passing over the sun. Then her smile returned. “How am I a threat to you?” She purred, her full pink lips vibrating with each word.

He wanted to capture that tender flesh between his teeth and pull.

“You’re a big strong male.” She drifted her gaze over his physique, her perusal as sensual as a caress, heating him to the bone. “I’m a small human female.”

“You are small.” Kralj surveyed her form as slowly, savoring her slight curves, her lean muscles, her upturned face. He was much taller than she was, the height differential forcing her into an excitingly submissive stance. “And you’re definitely female.” He longed to see her on her knees before him. “But are you human?” He bared his fangs, showing her he wasn’t one of her kind. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Her eyelids partially lowered, that physical acknowledgment of his dominance pleasing his primal nature. “You know what I’m thinking.”

She slid her tongue over her bottom lip, wetting her flesh.

He tracked the movement with his gaze, achingly aware of her, of the need to possess this female, to subdue her. His brain warned him she was dangerous. His body didn’t care. “What are you?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Kralj.”

He liked the way she said his name. He didn’t like that he didn’t know hers.

“I’m human.” She moved within his reach.

An intriguing vitality surrounded her, calling to him. He’d been alone for so long, solitary, emotionally isolated, unable to touch another being without causing damage, without killing.

“I was born with a brain telepaths can’t access.” She verified that exciting fact.

The powerful humanoid part of him couldn’t harm her. He’d never met a being like her.

“That’s why I was chosen.” She swirled her fingertips over her right shoulder, tracing the aligned sun moon planet embossed in her body covering.

It was the symbol of the Dark Veil, a guild of assassins. She was a monster as he was, trained to end lives, violent and soulless.

His desire for her escalated.

“What are you?” She smiled up at him.

“I’m not a mere telepath.” His psychic abilities exceeded any type of measurement. “I’m unlike anything you’ve ever encountered.”

She lifted her chin. “You don’t know what I’ve encountered.”

“You haven’t encountered any being like me.” Kralj was certain of that fact. “I’m the beast hunting you in your nightmares, the fear you feel in the dark, the prickling over the back of your neck when you think you’re alone.” He gazed down at her, fighting the urge to grab her, to sink his fangs into her pale neck. “I’m not a male you play with, little one.”

“My name is Dita. And who said I was playing?” She walked her fingertips across his chest, heedless of the danger she was in, oblivious to how close he was to taking her, tasting her. “You’re an attractive male.”

He wasn’t an attractive male. He was a scarred beast, as hideous on the inside as he was on the outside. She dared to taunt him and that angered him.

“You find this appealing?” Kralj leaned forward, dissipating the shadows partially concealing his face, forcing her to look at his scars.

The right side of his face horrified the staunchest of beings. The skin from his forehead to his chin was angry and red, twisted, stretched, permanently melted.

It would repel her. She’d drop the irritatingly effective seductress act.

He could then view her as merely another enemy, kill her if that was the best solution to the problem she presented. There would be no hesitation, no emotions clouding his judgment.

“Yes.” Dita reached up and touched his scarred cheek.

He flinched, surprised, shocked, stimulated beyond all reason. Although he was tempted, his inner alarms ringing a warning, he didn’t retreat, didn’t draw his face away from her hand. He stood his ground.

She inflicted more damage on his equilibrium, her fingers calloused yet gentle, fluttering over his skin. “I find this extremely appealing, handsome.”

There was no sarcasm in her voice, no mockery in her expressive blue eyes. Did she truly find him handsome?

No, she couldn’t. Kralj rejected that notion. He knew what he was, what she was. They were both monsters and monsters were heartless. She was manipulating him.

That realization didn’t stop him from wanting her. His cock pressed against the confines of his ass coverings. His shadow expanded, partially blocking the sun.

“You’re a good little liar.” He told her. She was too good for his piece of mind. “Is this your strategy—flatter the target, lull him into complacency before killing him?”

“I don’t lie and it would be my strategy.” Dita laughed softly, the sound making his balls ache. “If the target looked like you.”

She explored his face with her fingertips, wandering over the ridges, the hollows, handling his marred skin as though it were a priceless object, a treasure to be polished, cared for, cherished. Her beautiful countenance was soft.

He had never been touched like this. He stared at her, enthralled, his beast purring. She was so quiet, serene, her thoughts unreadable. Kralj pushed his cheek into her palms.

Then he realized what he was doing.

“No.” A surge of dark energy erupted from him, flinging his tiny opponent backward.

Dita yelped, her arms and legs flailing. Kralj resisted his beast’s demands to run, to catch her. She was the enemy and he allowed her to hit the sand.

She slid along a dune. Blood scented the air, her blood.

It smelled sweet. His mouth watered.

She was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever encountered and he wanted to eat her.

He was truly a monster.

A normal female would have been upset with his response. This one laughed, jumping to her booted feet. “You play hard to get, don’t you, handsome?” She brushed the sand off her body covering.

Kralj spotted streaks of red on her hands. “I don’t play. Ever.” He fought the urge to rush to her, to lick her palms. His beast pulled at his mental chains. “And I’m not handsome.”

“You are handsome.” The gaze she directed at him was torturously sensual. “We all have scars. Yours turn me on.”

She wasn’t lying. He smelled her arousal. The damn female was driving him wild.

If his restraint broke, if he lost himself in her, beings would die. He had to banish her from his territory. She was too dangerous. He couldn’t read her mind, couldn’t control her, and he was susceptible to her charms, didn’t behave rationally around her. “I want you to leave the area.”

She opened her lush mouth.

“Immediately.” The sand vibrated with the force of that word.

His powers didn’t scare his little assassin. “My targets—”

“Are not my problem.” Kralj lifted his right palm in warning. He would propel her out of his range if she protested. “I’m denying you access to the Refuge.”

“You could try.” Her beautiful eyes glittered with a challenge he fought to resist.

“I will succeed.” The alternative couldn’t be contemplated.

“No, you won’t.” Dita’s confidence called to him. She was everything he never knew he wanted. “The beast hunting me in my nightmares might be scary, Kralj, but I’m aware of him.” She looked at him, her gaze smoldering with sexuality, as hot as the sand under their booted feet. “I know how to evade him.”

He was as aware of her as she was of him. She’d awakened needs, hungers. Kralj flicked his tongue over his fangs, the darkness gripping him.

“I’ve been watching your precious Refuge for three planet rotations.” Dita’s lips curled into a smug smile. “If I want to enter it, I will.”

She turned and strolled away from him.

He watched her swaying hips, the proud straight line of her spine, the bounce of her brown curls against her nape.

His beast howled, wanting to follow her, track her, protect her.

She disappeared over a sand dune. Her scent faded and his beast calmed. The lust-induced fog in Kralj’s brain cleared, his rational thought reviving.

Dita was a threat to the Refuge, to his control. When she returned and she would return, he didn’t doubt that, he would have to deal with her.

He told himself he didn’t have a choice.

Rebellion was contagious. Kralj ruled over the dregs of the universe, beings with a proclivity for violence. He couldn’t allow insurgence to spread.

She would have to be subdued.

Permanently.

He’d hold her curves against his muscle, sink his fangs into her delicate neck. Her blood would fill his mouth as she squirmed against him, her pert ass brushing over his hard groin.

Fuck. Kralj stared in the direction she’d walked.

He wanted her.

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Can love redeem a monster?

The Refuge is home to some of the most violent beings in the universe. Kralj, its leader, reigns over the remote outpost with terrifying ease, ruthlessly squashing any rumors of rebellion, killing anyone who breaks his rules. Primitive, deadly, powerful, he’s a monster, scarred both on his face and his soul. He has never met a being he couldn’t control.

Until he meets her.

Dita has one mission—to kill the three targets claiming sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

Dark Thoughts is a STAND-ALONE SciFi Romance.
The hero might be tall, dark, and scarred but don’t be fooled by his appearance.
He’s truly a monster.
This story is not for readers with delicate sensibilities.

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