Mastering Sinful Mae
Sheltered, rich, carefree Mae Zhang wakes up on New Earth in the arms of the commanding, mysterious Ryker Burns. Neither of them can resist the growing attraction exploding between them. Despite her innocence, Ryker is exactly the kind of bad boy Mae’s always dreamed of being with—especially for her first time.
Although Ryker has his own secrets to hide and an alien presence lurks in the shadows, hunky, dominant Ryker is determined to take untouched, fertile Mae hard and without protection—just how he likes it.
“So Mae,” he says slowly, “did no one tell you to dress appropriately for the journey across space?”
Frowning, I look down at myself. A blanket twists around my feet, but my patterned sundress is in tatters. Most alarmingly, the top of the sundress has been ripped to shreds, as if I’d been attacked by a wild animal. My bra cup has been moved by sleep and has exposed my right breast. Gasping, I cover my breasts with my hands. Little good it will do now; Ryker’s probably been staring at it for God knows how long.
“How dare you—”
He shrugs. “Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”
I squeeze my breasts, digging my fingernails into the soft, sensitive flesh. “Yeah…well…it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked man either.”
Ryker gives me a strange look. It’s a stupid thing to say—especially since it’s a lie. But it’s all I got, especially under the pressure of impressing such a handsome stud like him.
“Maybe one of the girls has got something extra you can wear.” His smirk returns as he eyes my chest lustfully. “Though I personally wouldn’t mind you going around like that. Would do wonders for my morale.”
My eyes widen. “You think you can get away with saying things like that?”
Except that’s exactly the kind of thing I’ve always wanted a man say to me.
I’m shocked by my own thoughts, but I’m even more shocked when Ryker’s hand finds the bare skin of my thigh. His large hand is rough and callused, as if he’s seen more than his fair share of hard labor. It rests there as his intense gaze explores my face. Slowly, bit by bit, his forefinger slides further up my thigh.
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone,” he growls.