Alien Guard's Mate (SciFi Paranormal Alien Romance) (Vistran Love Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

Milo asked quietly, his voice eerily calm.
                  Amara’s eyes widened in shock. “No!” she cried out. “Definitely not, milord! I mean to say that I am so below your station. I don’t feel that I am the right—”
                  “So then you are saying you simply do not like me?” Milo asked, his voice becoming a sharp hiss. His eyes shrank as he glared at her with a venom that made Amara’s blood run cold.
                  “N-No!” Amara said, unable to stop her voice from quivering a little. Though thinner than Amara, he seemed to possess an unnerving strength and cruelty that frightened her. “I simply meant to—”
                  Milo’s slap echoed across the balcony.
                  Amara felt stars explode across her eyes as her head snapped back. Her entire left side of her face began to immediately throb with an ache that brought tears to her eyes.
                  “I am Lord Milo Kensington Lincoln,” Milo said, a voice seething with anger. “I can have whoever I want, whenever I want.” He slapped her again, making her head spin with pain and dizziness. “And if I choose to have you, I will have you!”
                  He grabbed the front of her gown, yanking her towards him. Just inches away from his face, Milo glared down at her, “And you will submit. Damn you, you will submit, you bitch!”
                  He crushed his mouth against her. His tongue slid awkwardly against her mouth, making Amara feel more violated than if he had just kissed her lips. Before breaking their kiss, Milo bit her bottom lip hard, drawing the iron tang of blood.
                  Releasing her suddenly, he commanded, “Now tell me who is your lord and master.”
                  Amara felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Is this where her fate would lead her? Is this what her life would now become?
                  Milo lifted his hand threateningly, making Amara cringe. “Tell me!”
                  Amara just couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Her heart still cried out for freedom, for independence, for love . She just couldn’t give herself over. But before she could say anything, she watched Milo’s arm swing back. She tensed and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the eventual slap.
                  But instead all she felt was a hard arm around her waist, swinging her around, and a whimpering cry from Milo as his hand struck something other than her face.
                  Amara opened her eyes and found herself staring at the large, towering back of Loku.
                  She stared at the broad muscular back in stunned silence before she gathered her wits. She took a step back and stared around the towering Vistran and gasped at what she saw.              
                  With his large hand, Loku easily held Milo by his throat. Lifting the thin man up to his eye level, Loku snarled, “Enjoy striking those smaller than you, do you?”
                  Milo could only make a gargling strangled noise as he pawed at the Vistran’s thick forearm.
                  “Loku!” Amara cried out. She could only imagine the danger Loku would be in if anyone were to see how he was treating one of the most powerful sons of Soong.
                  But Loku didn’t seem to hear her.
                  Holding Milo firmly by his neck, he said in a low voice, “Why not try someone who is able to properly defend himself for size? Strike me now, Milo Lincoln. Strike me as you did the lady.”
                  Milo’s face was turning an alarming puce.
                  “Loku, you must let him go!” Amara cried out. “We’ll be in terrible danger if someone were to see this!” Amara looked up and down the large balcony.