Coletti Warlords: Vexing Voss Read Online Free

style. Daddy was probably drunk on his ass celebrating with Jasmine the whore.
    The minute I turned the engine off and removed my helmet, Jaylan appeared in a spiffy black dress uniform with a ceremonial sword strapped to his waist.
    I’d love to be able to teleport anywhere I wanted go.
    His gaze swept over my long shiny black hair, flawless skin marred only by the bruise Daddy had given me; lingered for a moment on my curvy figure revealed by the formfitting black T-shirt and jeans I wore, before examining my steel-toed boots and weapons. “Why would you hide such beauty?”
    “Gee, let me think. Oh yeah, it’s the fate worse than death. You know, being forced to mate with some Coletti asshole.”
    Jaylan bared his fangs in a predator’s smile. “You have no choice. The Battle Commander awaits you.”
    Choice? He might be surprised at how many choices I had. Fluttering my eyelashes like some Southern belle, I gushed, “Gosh, I’m all atwitter in anticipation.”
    “I can see why your father wanted to beat you.”
    “Speaking of beatings, have you ever heard the story of Donna and Goliath?”
    “No.” A firm hand at my back, he herded me toward the gym.
    “Goliath was a giant Philistine warrior brought down by an itty-bitty female.”
    Jaylan laughed. “A female will never defeat the Battle Commander.”
    “You’re one hundred percent sure of that?”
    With a low growl, Jaylan yanked the door open and shoved me inside the gym.
    My eyes widened in horror as I surveyed my opponent. The Battle Commander was shirtless, barefoot, and weaponless. He probably thought the sight of all those awesome muscles would intimidate me, and boy, did they. He’d scare the piss out of anyone with a lick of sense.
    Good thing I didn’t have a lick of sense. I sucked in a deep, calming breath and fought down the urge to run screaming. I wouldn’t get very far even if I did make a run for it.
    “Still think you can win?”
    No, even being a sneaky bitch, my chances ranged from slim to none. “The big guy’s going down,” I blustered.
    Jaylan snorted. “You won’t last one of your minutes.”
    “Care to place a bet on that?”
    The warlord cocked a disbelieving eyebrow. “You wish to wager on the outcome of the fight?”
    “Yep. If I last longer than one of our minutes, I get that nifty sword of yours.”
    “And if you do not?”
    I slid the knife out of my boot, and I held it up. “Then this genuine black oxide SEAL combat knife is yours.”
    Jaylan suddenly snapped to attention. “The Battle Commander waits.”
    “So?”
    “You delay the inevitable,” Voss warned in my head.
    I turned around and gave him the one-finger salute. “Go fuck a duck.”
    Displaying an awesome set of fangs, Voss answered, “I’d rather fuck you.”
    “Not happening. Ever,” I snarled, putting my knife back into the sheath.
    The smug bastard started laughing. “I will soon be inside you.”
    “I’ll die first.”
    “No you will not die, but you will submit to me eagerly.” Voss’s possessive gaze surveyed me from head to toe. “I am very pleased with your beauty.”
    “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me,” I retorted sarcastically.
    “You would do well to hold your tongue.”
    My temper roared to life. He was so going down. I stomped across the thickly padded floor toward the Battle Commander. He was a satanic figure—massive, motionless, and wholly focused on me.
    I stopped directly in front of him and snapped, “I want Alejandro released now.”
    “The only one I accept commands from is the Overlord,” Voss responded, folding his arms across his massive chest.
    I fought down the urge to scream in frustration, plastered a pleasant smile on my face, and said sweetly, “Please release Alejandro, snookums wookums.”
    He raised one eyebrow. “Snookums wookums?”
    “Would you prefer asshole?”
    “I would prefer you show me the proper respect.”
    Hunching my shoulders, I assumed my timid mouse demeanor and