Reckoning

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Spaceport: Reckoning Aubrey Ross Vihlok Torral is a dashing, though somewhat unscrupulous, “contractor” forced into exile on Spaceport Adana. He offers a variety of less than legal services for outlandish fees. When an anonymous client asks him to kidnap a young woman during her wedding and sully her reputation so badly the groom will no longer want her, he’s intrigued. A past indiscretion leaves Rana Jabulayni little choice but to accept an unwanted marriage. Yet one night alone with her fiancé convinces Rana overthrowing her mother is better than being bartered as part of a trade agreement. Needing time to stage a political coup, Rana arranges her own kidnapping. Vihlok has dreamed of repaying the corrupt House of Jabulayni for their utter indifference to his people ever since the war ended. A quirk of fate has left his enemy at his mercy and the day of reckoning is long overdue. Knowing the uninhibited people of Adana will shock and scandalize the sheltered princess, Vihlok agrees to kidnap/rescue her. But Princess Rana is not nearly as sheltered as Vihlok presumes and erotic adventures await them both down the corridors of Spaceport Adana.

Chapter One “Are the conditions acceptable?” King Vega of Seronite raised his chin, challenge gleaming in his dark eyes. Everything about “His Highness” annoyed Rana Jabulayni. From his artfully outlined eyes, to his flamboyant attire, he flaunted his power and wealth. Gems sparkled on his fingers and the chunky jewels adorning his elaborate necklace had to strain his narrow shoulders. Thick silver hair flowed away from his sharp-featured face and an immaculate goatee accented his pointed chin. Some might find him handsome, for a man well past his prime. But Rana saw cruelty in the firm press of his thin lips and the frequent fisting of his long-fingered hands. “We welcome the technological advancements you have proposed and the bride price is more than adequate.” Empress Bakula wisely avoided Rana’s gaze as she added, “My daughter is honored by your generosity.” Honored to be sold like a brood mare to a man twice her age? Honored to save her mother from financial ruin with a lifetime of subjugation and discontent? If Rana’s father hadn’t instilled a sense of responsibility and pride in Rana, she would have turned her back on her manipulative mother long ago. However, Rana knew exorbitant taxes and unfair policies were crippling the people of Devaunt. After exhausting her other options, Rana had agreed to participate in this negotiation in exchange for key economic reforms. Once King Vega’s generous bride price refilled Devaunt’s coffers, the empress could afford to be humane again. “Shall we move on to the second phase of the negotiation?” King Vega asked. Rana perched on the edge of a high-backed chair, the only position that allowed her to breathe in the stifling gown. The shimmering material appeared delicate and feminine, but the fabric pressed against her torso with amazing inflexibility. Her figure

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dipped dramatically at her waist and swelled into an exaggerated décolletage. Before coming to Seronite, she had only seen garments this impractical in history vids. “Our sexual compatibility must be established. I have selected my witness. Have you done the same?” He spoke to the empress not Rana. Another annoying habit. Let them determine if they were sexually compatible. The entire ordeal was a pointless humiliation. Vega had insisted Rana be examined by his physician before the negotiations began. There was no physical reason she couldn’t bear children. She had to allow Vega to fuck her; she didn’t have to enjoy it. Empress Bakula finally met her daughter’s gaze. “Who did you select?” “Kashi.” “She is a servant. I hardly think --” “I was led to believe the choice was mine.” The Seronite found eye contact combative, so she lowered her gaze to her hands before adding, “I would be more comfortable if this were a private exchange between my betrothed and myself.” A chair scraped over floorboards and a blur of purple warned her that Vega was in motion. “This is a political union, my dear. The treaty will benefit both our worlds.” He moved in front of her and pressed one of her hands between his. The gaudy sparkle of multiple rings hypnotized her. “My first marriage was a love match, yet she was unable to give me sons. Perhaps we will be better suited for procreation. Our compatibility must be witnessed, but the details are up to us. If you fancy a servant, I have no objection.” An odd undercurrent hinted at hidden meanings. Did he often fancy servants? “I appreciate your understanding.” “Intta, have Kashi brought to the gold salon.” He motioned for everyone to rise. “If all goes as I expect, we will set a date for the wedding in the morning.” The lump that had clogged Rana’s throat all morning dropped into the pit of her stomach. Her enjoyment of sexual pleasures had led her to this situation, now her ability to respond to a man she disliked would be the final hurdle. She couldn’t help but appreciate the irony.

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Vega took her hand and tucked it into the bend of his elbow. “I was hoping for a few moments alone with you.” “You had only to ask. My people have far fewer traditions than yours.” She hadn’t realized how rude the statements would sound until she heard her own words and felt his arm flex beneath her fingers. “I’m sorry. I meant no insult. I also wish we’d had the opportunity to become better acquainted.” She knew so little about him. His wife had died the previous winter after a long debilitating illness. His kingdom had a thriving economy and he was desperate for an heir. Beyond that, Vega was a mystery. And Seronite custom prevented her from indulging her curiosity. Females were supposed to be meek and subservient, respectful and… obedient. She glanced off into the distance as a smile bowed her lips. He was in for a rude awakening once the marriage was finalized. “You’re obviously used to speaking your mind. I have no objection to outspoken females, as long as they are respectful in mixed company.” They strolled along the main corridor in strained silence. Her heels clicked against the marble floor and echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Rana had been impressed and distressed by the opulence of Vega’s palace. She had always thought House Jabulayni extravagant until she saw this sprawling estate. At least Vega wasn’t starving his people to support his decadent tastes. He guided her down an adjacent hallway then pushed open double doors, exposing the gold salon. Warm sunlight bathed the room, accenting the gilt and ivory décor. Though every bit as ornate as the other rooms, the salon had a certain elegance that appealed to Rana. “Our witnesses will join us shortly.” Vega left one of the doors ajar. “We shouldn’t squander this time.” “I didn’t mean to be rude earlier.” “And I’m not as offended as you’ve presumed.” He cupped her chin and tilted her head until their gazes met. “You’ve hardly spoken two words since you arrived. The flash of spirit caught me off guard.”

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“This treaty is extremely important to my people. I wasn’t willing to do anything to compromise the outcome.” He smiled and released her chin. “I have no doubt that’s true, but I fear it’s not the reason you’ve concealed your feistiness.” Not willing to risk further insult, she waited for him to explain the comment. “I’m not a fool, Rana. Your mother is manipulating you into this match. If you are not as spineless as I first thought, then she has something on you. There were whispers of a scandal, but I was unable to learn the details.” He clasped his hands behind his back and began a slow, interrogative orbit. “My physician told me you’ve never borne a child, so that can’t have been the nature of the scandal. Why did your mother object to your lover?” “Why do you presume the scandal had to do with sex?” “It’s apparent in the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes. You are a very passionate female.” “We told you from the onset that I wasn’t a virgin.” His beady gaze moved over her face, then swept the length of her body. “Was your lover a woman?” “No.” She sighed. It was probably better to tell him what happened than have him stirring up all the old rumors. “My mother caught me in bed with my bodyguard and his lover. I was only intimate with my bodyguard, but Mother didn’t see it that way.” “Were you only intimate with your bodyguard once?” She licked her lips and admitted, “We’d been lovers for several solar cycles.” “Was your bodyguard’s lover also male?” “Yes. It’s a long-standing practice to surround royal females with homosexual men.” “Obviously your bodyguard is bisexual.” She merely nodded. “Did you realize he had a lover when you began the affair?”

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“It was consensual on all sides. I would not have encouraged the attraction if it weren’t.” “Fascinating.” This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected from this straight-laced man. Her mother had been scandalized. She’d insisted no one would believe Rana participated willingly in something so brazen and threatened to have both men prosecuted. Rana knew the media frenzy would force both men into exile even if she testified on their behalf. Her mother’s real motivation had been control, but Rana seized the opportunity and forced some much needed reforms. “Would you like your lover brought to you here on Seronite?” Her startled gaze snapped back to his. Why would he make such an offer? “He was compensated for his discretion and allowed to relocate.” “How far had the act progressed when your mother interrupted?” She didn’t want to sully the memory of what she’d shared with Jaque. He’d been kind and tender and she missed him terribly. “I don’t see how the details are relevant to our relationship. I was candid because I hoped we could build our future on mutual respect.” His smile warmed and he slipped off his jacket. “The details are more relevant than you realize. I had only intended to offer clues and insinuations until after the wedding, but it appears we are better suited than I’d imagined.” A light tapping drew Rana’s attention to the doorway. Kashi stepped into the room followed by a dark-haired man. Rana had seen the man several times since her arrival. He’d been in the council chambers, but he wasn’t on the council. She’d immediately noticed his striking features and athletic build, yet the overt hostility in his stare left her cold. “Is Kashi your handmaiden?” the king asked. “Yes.” “Do you trust her?” “Implicitly.”

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Vega closed the doors and moved to stand beside the other man. They exchanged a glance filled with meaning -- and hunger. “This is Umar. He was the queen’s protector and consort.” More like he was the royal consort. Sexual tension crackled between the two men. “It’s nice to meet you.” He acknowledged her greeting with the barely perceptible incline of his head. “Some in my kingdom presume my queen never conceived because I never shared her bed. For the first few solar cycles that wasn’t far from the truth. I am by far more attracted to men than women, but under certain circumstances I am able to function with a woman.” “Are you sure it’s wise to tell her all this?” Umar asked in an anxious whisper. Vega chuckled. “She will not be shocked by our relationship. Trust me.” He rested his hand on the younger man’s back with obvious familiarity. “I suspected the queen had taken a lover and I didn’t begrudge her the pleasure, but when I came face to face with the proof of her indiscretion I had a most unusual reaction.” “You were aroused?” “Quite. I had never seen anything so erotic as the pleasure Umar wrought in my queen.” She looked into Umar’s shimmering eyes. The hostility was gone, yet his shuttered expression was even more disconcerting. “Did you realize he was watching you?” “Oh, yes.” A smile curved his sensual lips. “What about the queen? Did she know she was being observed?” “Not at first,” Vega replied. “I summoned Umar and for a time he came to me after she fell asleep. There was a certain appeal to the secrecy, but she became suspicious.” “How did the relationship progress to the next level?” “I visited her chamber, knowing full well Umar was about to arrive. Her anxiety only added to my lust. I assured her I was not really angry. Then I ripped the clothes

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from her body and ‘forced’ her to fuck her lover while I watched. It was a game, you understand. I loved my queen deeply and would never have done anything to harm her.” Rana looked at Umar and felt her abdomen tighten. He was physically appealing, far more so than Vega, but this was not the sort of relationship she wanted with her husband. How could they ever mean anything to each other if the only way he could tolerate touching her was as part of a sexual game? “May I ask a potentially insulting question?” Vega chuckled and inclined his head. “I’ll do my best not to take offense.” “Why is all this necessary? Is homosexuality not tolerated by your people?” “A king may fuck whomever he chooses in whatever manner pleases him, but a king must also secure his dynasty with heirs.” “Technology makes it possible for you to --” “My people might turn a blind eye to unconventional appetites, but they would never accept a child created in a laboratory. My seed must take root in my queen the old-fashioned way, the way the creator intended.” “I see.” “Do you not find Umar attractive?” He took a moment to appreciate the other man’s attributes. “I thought you would be relieved by this development.” “I appreciate your honesty and I’ll do my best to find fulfillment in our union.” Vega’s gaze narrowed in disapproval. “Don’t patronize me. If you cannot accept this situation, tell me now.” There was far more at stake than Rana’s happiness. Her true weakness had been revealed by this debacle. If she did anything to sabotage the treaty, her mother would take it out on the people of Devaunt. Rana heaved a frustrated sigh. If only she were despicable enough to order her mother’s assassination, none of this would be necessary. But Rana still had a soul and barring assassination, Vega was her best option. “My last relationship was complicated,” she told the king. “I was hoping for something simple and more conventional this time around. Again, I meant no insult.”

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“The choice is yours. The betrothal cannot proceed until we test the arrangement. If you are willing, have your maid undress you. If not, I understand.” Kashi shifted her worried gaze toward the door, the subtle gesture obvious to Rana. She smiled, trying to soothe her handmaiden’s fear, even though her own heart was pounding. Motioning Kashi forward, Rana turned her back on the men. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Kashi whispered. “What I want is irrelevant. My people must come first.” Kashi unfastened the back of the gown, while Rana stepped out of her shoes. “You don’t need to stay for this. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t.” “But what if this isn’t a game? Some men are aroused by violence.” “How would you assist me if this turns ugly? I don’t have a choice.” “I could sure as hell run for help.” “Stay in the hall. If I need help, I’ll make sure you know it’s not part of the game.” Kashi neatly draped the gown over the back of a chair and paused for a quick bow before reluctantly leaving the room. “She’s going to bear witness from the hallway, if that’s acceptable.” Rana arched one of her eyebrows in subtle challenge. “I suppose we can make this small concession.” Vega proffered a goblet of dark red wine. “A toast before we begin?” Umar had stripped to the waist as Kashi undressed Rana. His torso was lean and sleekly muscled. Their gazes locked as she took the goblet from Vega. Desire smoldered in Umar’s dark gaze, but smugness extinguished what little heat his expression aroused. He would always be first with Vega and he wanted to make sure she knew it. Aching memories stirred within Rana. This entire situation was far too reminiscent of her relationship with Jaque. He had lavished her with affection, but he had loved Pavel. She took a sip of wine as Umar kissed the king. Umar stroked Vega boldly, his gaze still locked with hers.

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“Enough, my love.” Vega pushed Umar backward. “I know you can arouse me.” “How should we proceed, sire?” If Vega detected the subtle mockery in Umar’s tone he didn’t react. The king looked about the room as he stroked his goatee. “Stand there, beside the divan. Kiss her until she gets wet. I want her good and juicy before I interrupt you.” With a regal bow, Umar took her half-empty wineglass from her hand and set it aside. He swept her into his arms and steered her toward the low, backless couch. “You really are lovely. I suspect we’ll get along just fine.” Before she could judge his sincerity, his mouth covered hers. The kiss was harsh and wet. Jaque always nibbled at her lips and introduced his tongue gradually. Umar thrust into her mouth as soon as their lips touched, inhaling her startled gasp as his hand cupped her ass. He was declaring his dominance, establishing his position in the pack. She had no interest in being the alpha, but she’d expected a little finesse! “Kiss me back and curve your leg around my hip.” He sounded impatient and annoyed. She wanted to shove him backward and storm from the room, but this night might well set the tone for the rest of her life. She would not accept this sad farce without a fight. If she felt nothing more than annoyance, she would find another way to deal with her mother. Pushing her fingers into Umar’s thick hair, she took control of the kiss, slowing his pace and fitting their mouths more snugly together. She rocked her hips and rubbed her nipples against his chest. His cock stirred to life between them and she explored his broad back. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered against his kiss moistened lips. “Each night I spend without you is agony.” She heard Vega’s pleased chuckle, but Umar was too busy trying to regain control of the embrace. She would soon be queen and regardless of Vega’s feelings for him, Umar was her subordinate. She couldn’t allow him to treat her with disrespect. “I want your mouth on me.” Daring him to object, she urged him to his knees. “Lick me! Fuck me with your tongue. I want my cream all over your face

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when I come.” Vega made a strangled sound as she raised her chemise with one hand and boldly caressed her smooth mound with the other. “Take it off,” Umar growled. “If I’m going to eat you, by god, you’ll be naked and squirming while I do it.” She tugged off the undergarment and tossed it aside. “Very nice,” the king whispered, momentarily abandoning his character. “Turn around. Let me look at you.” Feminine power surged through her, new and intoxicating. Perhaps there was some appeal to this role-playing after all. Keeping her gaze downcast, she rotated on the ball of her foot. A slow flush crept across her skin as Vega visually devoured her naked body. The pleasant moment ended abruptly when she faced Umar again. His features were tense with barely suppressed anger. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she reinforced her determination and wrapped herself in her role. “I ache, my love. Please.” Stroking her breasts, she licked her lips and swayed toward him. “Like this?” Umar grasped her hips and pushed his tongue into her folds. He flicked her clit, the touch firm and sudden. She gasped. “Or like this?” He traced her crease over and over. Heat spiraled into her belly and beyond, making her nipples tighten. Teasing her mercilessly, he licked her folds and nudged her opening, never venturing deeper. She shifted her feet and parted her thighs, restless and needful. “If you want more,” he taunted, “show me.” Helpless to resist the temptation, she raised one of her legs to his shoulder and opened herself to him. He framed her with his lips, denying her the penetration of his tongue. “In me,” she gasped out the words. “I need you inside me.” Vega’s arm wrapped around her waist and dragged her off Umar’s face. “You whore!” He slapped her ass hard and Rana cried out. He hadn’t said anything about hitting! “I no sooner leave your bed and you have another man waiting to fuck you?

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Are you never satisfied?” He pushed her to her knees and bent her over the divan. “Spread your legs, my lady slut; let me see how well you like it.” “Please, sire. I will never --” He interrupted her plea with another firm spank. Heat spread through her bottom and her feminine core throbbed. Jaque had never handled her roughly, never dared suggest a spanking. The brocaded upholstery abraded her nipples as Vega pulled her wrists to the small of her back. “I promote you from common soldier to palace guard and this is how you repay me?” Vega sneered at Umar. “I should have you executed for touching her. It is within my right.” “I know, sire. I am so ashamed.” “Ashamed? You lie to me with her cream on your lips! Spread her legs. I want to see your fingers sink into her faithless cunt.” Umar dragged her legs apart and stroked her inner thighs. “No! Do not caress her. Thrust into her fast and hard. She is a whore and you will treat her as such.” She couldn’t deny the leap in her pulse as Vega snatched control from her completely, but why was it necessary to make her feel… demeaned? Umar pushed into her pussy and she pressed her lips together to keep from crying out. She was wet, not just wet, sopping, and his fingers felt fantastic! Without warning he added another finger. Was that two or three? If he’d just brush his thumb across her clit, she’d blast into orgasm. “Harder.” Vega smacked her ass again and Umar effortlessly matched his rhythm, obviously used to the routine. “Tell me what you feel.” “She is --” “She is my queen!” He punctuated the point with an especially hard slap against her burning ass. “Say your queen’s pussy is hot.” “Your queen’s pussy is hot.” Thrust. Slap. Heat and tingles.

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Rana clenched her teeth against the mounting pleasure. She wasn’t a whore, so why was her body responding so intensely to being treated like one? Her inner muscles fluttered and tension built with alarming speed. “Your queen’s pussy grips me tightly,” Vega prompted. “Say it!” Slap. Thrust. “Your queen’s pussy grips me tightly.” Umar was almost yelling. “She’s about to come.” Vega shoved Umar’s hand back and Rana moaned. Her channel throbbed painfully as the orgasm slipped away. Damn them! She had never needed to come so badly in her entire life. “Lie down and spread your legs over the sides of the divan. I want to see everything this bastard does to you.” Shaky from the averted release, Rana turned around and stretched out on her back. The rough material made her bottom burn, which only accented the ache in her pussy. She lowered her feet to the floor on either side of the divan, spreading her legs wide in the process. Both men stared at her with a combination of lust and contempt. Real or pretend, the hostility upset her. She wanted to be cherished and appreciated, not resented and despised. Being the focus of two lusty men had teased her imagination as long as she could remember. Pavel had only been interested in Jaque, so the fantasy had never been realized. Now she was the center of attention. It just wasn’t the sort of attention she craved. “Raise your arms above your head. Thrust out those tits.” Vega circled her, taking in the view from every angle. “We’ll have to pierce your nipples and your clit. I want to watch chains swing as Umar fucks you from behind.” She looked into his eyes, but his gaze was fixed on her pussy. Was he talking about eventually or before the night was through? “Are we --” “Silence! You will only speak when I ask you a question.” He returned to the foot of the divan. “Your cunt is deeply flushed and you’re so wet I could fuck you up the ass with no other lubrication.”

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He sure as hell better not put that opinion to the test! She glanced toward the door. Was Kashi still listening? “Finger her ass. I want to see that tight little hole spread around your finger.” Fear poked through her uncertainty. Jaque had played with her bottom from time to time, but he’d never taken her there. She licked her lips, desperate to ask questions and needing reassurance. Pushing his middle finger into her pussy, Umar rubbed her clit with his thumb. He studied her expression, waiting for her to relax. “Tilt your hips and I’ll make you like it,” he coaxed. Before Vega could object to his tone, she planted her feet more firmly and canted her hips. Umar painted her anus with her own juices, preparing and teasing her with his slick fingertips. His entry was surprisingly gentle. He gathered cream again and eased inside with steady pressure. She held perfectly still, relaxing her internal muscles as he gradually filled her. “Is she tight?”

“Very.”

“Has anyone ever fucked you up the ass?”

She shook her head, afraid to breathe as that long finger began to slide.

“I will take your virginity on our wedding night,” he muttered, his gaze glued to

the steady penetration of Umar’s finger. “Then Umar will fuck your pussy, while I’m still in your ass. You will come so hard you’ll see stars.” He reached down and pinched her clit. She yelped but bit back a scream, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. “Do you need to come, my lovely whore?” “Yes.” Her whimper was real. Her entire abdomen ached with the need to climax. “Too bad.” He unfastened his pants and freed his erection. “I will feel the silken heat of that traitorous mouth first. Perhaps if you please me well enough, I’ll allow your lover to reward you at the very end.” Umar moved to the side of the divan, maintaining

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the firm slide of his finger in her ass. “Use your tongue on her clit, but don’t let her come until I release my seed.” “Yes, sire.” She caught a glimpse of Vega’s cock as he pushed it into her mouth. It felt about the same as Jaque’s, perhaps a bit longer. Swirling her tongue around the flared head, she kept her lips snug as he rocked in and out. Two men were touching her, arousing and teasing her, yet she felt -- used. Would he come in her mouth? Jaque always timed his release so his cum slid immediately down her throat. Somehow she didn’t think Vega would consider anything but his pleasure. Vega groaned and hesitated in mid-stroke. “You wicked, wicked man.” Umar had thrust his finger into Vega’s ass. Rana watched his hand move, but couldn’t actually see his fingers. He was fucking them both, expertly controlling the pleasure. She sucked Vega deeper into her mouth and Umar circled her clit with his tongue. Their movements synchronized, driven on by Umar’s clever skill. Tension gathered again, her senses focused as an orgasm built within her. “Now, for fuck’s sake, now!” Vega thrust to the back of her mouth and jetted his seed into her throat. She gagged then forced herself to swallow. “Yes, sweet slut. Swallow again and again. Take all of it. Lick me clean.” Like an obedient “whore” she swallowed every drop then bathed his shaft with gentle licks and tender kisses. All the while her fury grew. Nothing in the galaxy would be worth spending the rest of her life playing the unfaithful wife for a disinterested husband. Panting harshly, Vega staggered back from the divan and casually righted his clothing. “That was… remarkable. I dare say we are more than compatible.” He laughed, obviously proud of his performance. “If you two want to play a while longer, I have no objection. I’ll see you in the morning and we’ll set a date for our wedding.” He strutted from the room and discreetly closed the doors. Was the man daft or just oblivious?

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Umar slowly withdrew his finger. Rana shuddered. She’d forgotten he was still inside her. “Not quite what you were expecting?” Any hint of warmth in his gaze iced over. She tried to close her legs and he grasped her thighs, his fingers biting painfully into her flesh. “Don’t ever try and control me again!” She reared up and swung her fist at his angry face. This farce had gone on long enough! He caught her wrist and crawled onto the divan, kneeling between her thighs. “Let go of me.” She mimicked her mother’s imperious tone, thanking god he was still wearing pants. He laughed. “Save your queenly airs for someone who gives a damn. The only pleasure you will ever know, from this day forth, will be given to you by me.” Rather than argue, she glared into his eyes. As soon as she got out of this room, she intended to pack her bags and return to Devaunt. His threats held no power over her. “How did you like being the king’s whore?” He tweaked one of her nipples. “I know you didn’t come, because I made sure you didn’t. But it doesn’t have to be like that.” “What do you want?” She ignored his touch as he turned his attention to her other breast. “I want you to understand the reality of your position.” He pinched her viciously and she cried out despite her clenched jaw. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you. In a few weeks you will be queen, but you will also be a whore. You will suck my cock whenever I crook my finger and raise your skirts whenever I feel the need for your pussy or your ass.” “And the king will have nothing to say about it?” “The king is a sniveling fool. I can make him whimper like a baby with the swirl of my little finger. Imagine what I can do with my cock.” He paused for a cruel smile. “Vega will allow me to do whatever I want with you as long as we play his ridiculous game.”

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Pride blasted through her caution. She despised bullies. “What’s to keep me from telling the king you’re threatening me?” “The well-being of your precious people.” He arched his brow in challenge. “Unlike Vega, I take time to learn everything there is to know about my adversaries. If you seem hesitant at all, I’ll convince him to abolish the treaty. And we both know how badly the people of Devaunt need the promised reforms.” He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheek as he added, “That’s the beauty of this arrangement. I will have both king and queen at my beck and call.” He crawled off her and snatched his discarded shirt off the floor. “I won’t make you suck me tonight. Consider it your wedding gift,” Umar said as he left the room. She scrambled off the divan and donned her chemise as Kashi rushed into the room. “Are you all right?” her handmaiden cried. “I’m fine.” She was fighting back tears and her hands were shaking so badly she couldn’t fasten a button, but she would not let Umar get the upper hand. “You don’t mean to go through with this do you?” “Of course not.” She shuddered, drawing calm from her renewed purpose. Her people must be protected, but never again would she consider sacrificing herself in the process. “I need time to figure out what to do about Mother.” “Say the word and I’ll arrange --” “I’m not going to murder my mother.” She finger combed her hair away from her face. “Not even if she deserves it.” “She doesn’t have to die. We can just make her disappear.” Rana rubbed her temples and shook her head. “If there is any doubt about her fate, the cabinet will appoint a regent. After her dreadful rule, they are not anxious to empower another empress.” “They want a man on the throne?” With a stiff nod, Rana focused on strategy. “Her cabinet is even more corrupt than she is. I need the backing of four of the six great houses before I make my move. I

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can’t do this alone. I’m not sure I can do it at all, but this is not an option.” They said nothing as Kashi helped her dress. Rana slipped her feet back into her shoes and washed her mouth out with the rest of her wine. “I can use this wedding as a stall tactic while I set things in motion, but how do I avoid the actual marriage? No one can suspect anything is amiss until it’s too late.” Kashi’s hazel eyes gleamed with mischief and she offered Rana a reassuring smile. “You leave that to me. I know a man who would be perfect to swoop in and ‘rescue’ you.”

Chapter Two Leaning his chair back against the wall, Vihlok Torral rested his boot on the cross-rung of the chair beside him and studied the two men standing at the bar. One was his best friend, Fibros Jivan; the other represented a prospective client. Laughter and music mixed in a boisterous cacophony. Gaming tables lined one end of the crowded nightclub and the bar dominated another. Images flashed in time to the driving beat, scrolling from one vidscreen to the next in a mesmerizing ripple of color and light. Despite the numerous distractions, Vihlok’s attention focused entirely on the stranger talking to Fibros. Vihlok’s knack for interpreting body language had served them well in the past. Tall and lithe, with the vivid blue markings of a Nil Raja, the stranger moved with practiced grace and intentional precision. His gestures gave nothing away. He passed Fibros a datapad, waited silently as the stocky Devauntian browsed through the information, then made a final comment. Fibros nodded in response to whatever the Nil Raja said then the stranger inclined his head and left the bar. Fibros ambled across the room, shoulders tense, gaze averted. A chill raced down Vihlok’s spine. Why had the exchange seemed… rehearsed? “One of the children of Bliss?” Vihlok asked as Fibros slipped into the chair across from him. “I didn’t recognize him, but he sure looked like the real thing to me.” Nil Raja pleasure givers had become so popular on Spaceport Adana others emulated their appearance. With some hair dye and a skillful tattoo artist, a back alley trickster could improve their reputation and significantly raise their prices. Bliss, a top tier Madame, genetically tested all of her “children,” ensuring their authenticity before they interacted with her exclusive clientele.

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Shaking away the tangent, Vihlok asked, “What does the job entail, and more importantly, what does it pay?” Contracts had been scarce lately. Life in the yralium mines was harsh and unforgiving. Miners frequently scrambled for other forms of employment after only a few solar cycles in the asteroid fields. Still, few miners had the connections needed to accommodate Vihlok’s customers. “This one could be interesting.” Fibros rested his forearms on the round tabletop and leaned in close. “We wouldn’t ordinarily touch this sort of thing, but this is a lot of money.” Vihlok stiffened. There were only two services he wouldn’t provide, kidnapping and assassination. “Are we talking disappearance or coerced negotiation?” “Negotiation.” They were thieves and smugglers. Intimidation and bribery didn’t even raise Vihlok’s pulse, but kidnapping? He scooted his chair closer to the table, and lowered his voice. “What is the client hoping to accomplish with the negotiation?” “We’ve both been doing this long enough to know which questions are relevant. Why seldom enters the equation.” It was a subtle reminder. Fibros had no trouble acting on incomplete information, while Vihlok wanted to understand every aspect of each situation. They needed to be able to control the sequence of events, but they were often protected by their ignorance. “You confirmed the fee?” Vihlok suppressed his curiosity and focused on the facts. Pulling the compact datapad from the front pocket of his nondescript work shirt, Fibros passed it to Vihlok. A deposit had been logged with the Interplanetary Bank of Sephora. If Vihlok accepted the job, he’d transmit a passcode and the funds would be transferred into a holding account for the duration of the contract. The client could no longer access the funds, but neither could Vihlok. Once the job was completed, the

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client would transmit their passcode, releasing the credits. The arrangement protected both sides and Sephoran bankers had gotten rich brokering the deals. Vihlok whistled long and low when he saw the amount. “That is a lot of money.” “This will give us some much needed stability. We’ve been dredging the bottom for too long. Wouldn’t it be nice to be selective again?” He couldn’t argue with that and still tension gripped his abdomen. “Risk assessment?” “Minimal.” Fibros motioned toward the datapad. “The entire job is outlined, opportunity, escape route, we will even be issued invitations to the event.” “This is an inside job.” It wasn’t a question. Only someone close to the victim could arrange all this. Vihlok scrolled through the diagrams, his discomfort growing with each detail. Fibros was right about not asking why, yet the question screamed through Vihlok’s mind. “Is the mark in on it?” “Didn’t ask. Don’t care. We disrupt a wedding and make off with the bride. It’s a pretty straightforward gig.” “Are you sure you didn’t recognize the messenger?” Fibros shook his head. “They all look the same after a while.” Bliss was one of their best customers. Her clients expected luxuries that weren’t easy to find in this secluded sector. Bliss paid well and without argument, so they did their best to help keep her customers satisfied. “Who submitted the contract?” Vihlok asked. “Are there references?” “The credit confirmation is all the reference I need. Why are you being so squeamish?” “This doesn’t feel right.” Tapping his thumb against one corner of the datapad, he reached for his half-empty mug of hazard. “How long do we have to accept or decline? I need to do some digging.” “Digging into what? This couldn’t be cleaner if we’d planned it ourselves.” “That’s the problem. It’s too damned easy. There has to be more to it than we know.”

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“I’m sure there is, but we don’t need to know the motivation. We provide a service for a fee. As long as the fee compensates for the risk, and we can avoid collateral damage, we do the job. Those are your rules.” Vihlok studied the details more closely, determined to figure out what was bothering him. “There’s a six-day lapse between the wedding and the ransom. What the venot are we supposed to do with our guest for six days?” “According to the contract, we’re supposed to ‘irreversibly sully her reputation through direct or indirect means.’ You’re better with all that legal blin than I am, but it sounds like she wants a good fuck thrown into the bargain.” Ignoring Fibros’s obvious amusement, Vihlok returned to his apartment. Space on Adana was limited, so all of the shops and personnel quarters were designed for functionality not comfort. Shrugging out of his metlar jacket, he tossed it onto the sleeping station. The garment might be heavy and hot, but it protected him from focused pulse blasts and thrusting blades. His reality had changed dramatically when the Devauntian uprising began. Memories of life before his exile were hazy at best. His father had been overthrown when Vihlok was thirteen. The next twenty-one solar cycles evolved in an ever changing blur of danger and lies. Silencing the past with practiced indifference, he crossed to his access terminal. The datapad named the groom, but gave no information about the bride. “Info search, King Vega of Seronite.” “There are four thousand six hundred ninety-two entries referencing that name,” the computer told him. “Do any of the records pertain to his upcoming wedding?” “The official announcement, thirty-two media entries, and four interactive access points.” It was a royal marriage; media frenzy was inevitable. “Display the official announcement.” He sat on the contoured alloy seat as the announcement materialized

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onscreen. His gaze skimmed down the page until the bride’s name caught his attention. “Confirm identity of the bride.” “Princess Rana Jabulayni of the Devauntian Empire. Shall I display an image file?” “Yes.” Vihlok could barely force the word out. Usurpers, murderers, and thieves, the House of Jabulayni was responsible for his present circumstance. War was brutal and barbaric, but at least it was honest. The Jabulayni butchers had murdered his parents while they slept! His older brother had followed and Vihlok would have been next if he hadn’t been small enough to escape through the ventilation ducts in the palace. Fibros found him three days after the massacre, terrified and hungry, cold and unable to speak. They’d had no choice but to leave the planet, knowing the Jabulayni assassins wouldn’t rest until every member of the Royal House of Torral was wiped out of existence. Vihlok gazed at the holoimage. Silky black hair framed Rana’s heart-shaped face. Prominent cheekbones and a full-lipped mouth distracted little from her wide glistening eyes. Light brown with a hint of red, the color was exclusive to the House of Jabulayni. Vihlok couldn’t deny her beauty. Her youth, however, gave him pause. She would have been a child when the war took place, innocent and -- He’d been a child too! He’d been reduced to a common criminal while the House of Jabulayni cannibalized the Devauntian economy. Stunned and infuriated, he activated his audiocom. “Go ahead,” Fibros responded to the page. “Do you know who we’ve been contracted to abduct?” Fibros chuckled. “Thought you’d enjoy the irony.” “What’s to say this isn’t a trap? Who the fuck would contract me to abduct one of them?”

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“The wedding is taking place on Seronite, and the empress has no reason to believe you’re still alive. This is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for. Make of it what you will.” The link went dead and Vihlok was left staring at the image of his enemy.

*** Rana clasped her hands into tight fists, determined not to reveal her apprehension. Simulated torches cast the formal garden in hazy golden light. Kashi had assured her repeatedly that the wedding would not take place. The younger woman refused to divulge the specifics of the impending abduction, fearing Rana’s reaction would be less than genuine if she knew what was going to happen. King Vega stood at Rana’s side beneath a flowering arbor, resplendent in court finery. Her gown was no less elaborate, but her mood was anything but festive. The robed minister droned on and on, rudely performing the ceremony in Seronite without benefit of translation. If their surprise guests didn’t arrive soon it might be too late. An abrupt pop startled Rana out of her anxious musings. She glanced over her shoulder as twin pillars of smoke billowed into the night sky. People covered their mouths and coughed, instinctively huddling into protective groups or darting toward the surrounding buildings. Vega’s private guards rushed in from one side and Rana’s advanced from the other. Dressed in formal suits, with the lower portion of their faces covered, three men emerged from the panicked guests and insinuated themselves between Rana and her guards. One of the raiders grabbed her around the waist and trapped her arms against her sides. “Back off!” he shouted and pressed a gun against the side of her head. Surprise and fear made her yelp and then go perfectly still. He wasn’t really hurting her. She just hadn’t expected the kidnapping to be this realistic. A foolishly brave guard lunged for her and one of the abductors blasted a warning shot right between his feet. He scrambled back, weapon raised in a non threatening manner.

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“Wait!” Vega held up both hands. “Why are you doing this? What are your terms? We can negotiate without involving Rana.” Her captor’s arm tightened painfully and Rana cried out. “We’ll negotiate when I control the situation.” He dragged her along the gravel path and through an arched opening in the high perimeter hedge. His companions followed, keeping the guards back with compact rifles positioned against their shoulders, solid and steady. She struggled against her captor’s hold, dragging her feet and twisting her upper body. They were a bit too good at this. A violent shiver slipped down her spine and she wiggled one arm free. Instead of scratching his arm or inflicting pain, she shoved the gun away from her temple. “A dead hostage won’t do you any good.” He made a sound suspiciously like a chuckle and hurried her across the wide side lawn. They piled into a skimmer and took off at breakneck speed. She gasped and reached for the nearest solid object, which happened to be her captor’s thigh. There was no mistaking his throaty laugh the second time. He covered her hand with his and guided it to the railing in front of her. Night air whipped her veil around her face and shoulders, sending another shiver down her spine. “We’re not going far,” he told her. “You’ll be much more comfortable on my ship.” “Ship?” Keeping one hand on the railing, she crossed the other arm over her chest. “Where are you taking me?” “You’ll see.” They lapsed into silence as the skimmer sped along. She glanced behind, but there was no sign of pursuit. Had Vega been caught completely unprepared or did he not care that his fiancée had just been kidnapped? The lack of response stung her pride, though it served her purpose better. She hadn’t been able to accomplish as much as she’d hoped in the short time since the marriage had been announced.

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The skimmer raced toward their destination. Rana studied her surroundings, but the darkness and her minimal knowledge of Seronite conspired against her. Did Kashi know where these men were taking Rana, or would she be out of contact with everyone for the duration of her “captivity”? No guards, no regimented agenda, or meddling mother? She wouldn’t know what to do with herself. A smile played about her lips and she enjoyed the brisk wind against her face. The brigands were being suspiciously civil. Did they realize she was their client? They had been given detailed plans and invitations to the wedding. They had to realize she was involved to some extent. She looked at the man seated next to her, intrigued by his strong profile. The lower half of his face was covered by a stretchy material he had apparently pulled up from under his neck cloth. The wind tossed his dark hair, creating messy waves. Tingling awareness passed down her spine, but the elusive image remained just out of reach. Did she know this man? That would explain Kashi’s certainty about his proficiency and character. His shoulders were broad and those long arms had maneuvered Rana with effortless strength. As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head and looked at her. His thick-lashed eyes were pale in the moonlight, but she couldn’t determine if they were green or blue. He made his living on the fringes of civilization, doing things no one else would dare. His base of operations was Spaceport Adana, but she didn’t even know his name. Despite Kashi’s confidence in this man, Rana’s real security came from the Sephoran bankers and their two-stage transfer process. The stranger’s gaze lingered on her face and his brows scrunched together. He couldn’t see her through the veil, she realized. Had he heard of the Devauntian Empire or was this just another job? “It’s not far now,” he said and one of the men behind them snorted, obviously amused by his concern.

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Dragging her attention away from her captor, she stared out across the rolling hills. She’d made some progress with the leaders on her home world. Most everyone she spoke with agreed that changes were desperately needed. Still, no one was anxious to move against the empress. Anyone who opposed Empress Bakula had a way of disappearing. The skimmer slowed and Rana looked up. Silhouetted against the moonlit sky was a familiar ship, the sleek lines and sweptback wings unmistakable even in the darkness. “That’s my mother’s ship. Why did you steal a royal transport? She loves this ship.” None of the men replied to her objection. The leader helped her down from the skimmer and one of the others fastened a clip on the control console and sent the simple transport speeding off in the opposite direction. This explained how they’d gotten onto the compound without incident, but how had they overridden the biometric security on the cruiser? It took a member of the royal family to activate the ship’s primary systems. A ramp extended from the hatch as their small party approached. Someone must be inside the ship. She didn’t bother with questions. The men were obviously focused on escape. Would it be to her advantage to reveal that this was not an ordinary kidnapping? All she really needed was a ride off this rock and a place to hide while she… Her thoughts skittered to a halt as she climbed the ramp. Though similar in appearance, this was not her mother’s ship. The royal crest was missing and the interior was not nearly as well maintained. “Where did you get a Devauntian cruiser?” These ships were only issued to members of the aristocracy. Had the owner been harmed because of her? The leader motioned to her left. “I’ll show you to your quarters.” She studied the corridors as she walked, hoping for a family seal or indication of who owned the ship. Her captor scanned open the door to one of the staterooms and she paused, unable to ignore her concern any longer.

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“No one was to be hurt,” she said. “That was clear in the contract. How did you get this ship?” He urged her into the cabin and locked the door with a voice command. “What kind of woman arranges her own abduction? That question has bothered me ever since I received your message.” “I have valid reasons for what I did and they have nothing to do with you. If someone was harmed because of our arrangement, I am partially to blame.” Pulling the face covering off over his head, he tossed the fabric ring aside. He unfastened his jacket, his gaze never leaving hers. His movements were slow, almost threatening, yet the leap in her pulse had nothing to do with fear. Her nipples tightened and heat cascaded through her abdomen. He was rugged and unabashedly male, his formal attire accenting an underlying savagery. A memory stirred in the back of her mind. Simulated candlelight and brightly colored gowns, people crowding the perimeter of a ballroom as they watched a dashing couple dance. She tried to focus the image, to summon the details or significance, but the memory slipped away. Why had this… criminal made her think of a formal gala? It was more than just his garments. He was somehow connected to the memory. “The ship was acquired long before you entered the equation,” he told her. “In that, at least, you are blameless.” “What’s that supposed to mean? How have I failed to uphold my end of the bargain?” “You are either the bravest woman I’ve ever met or the most foolish.” Challenge flashed in his bright, blue eyes as he untied his neck cloth. “You have intentionally put yourself at the mercy of men you know nothing about.” Despite his casual tone, the comment rankled. Kashi had made the arrangements and Rana trusted her handmaiden. That trust had never been tested in such a literal way before, but Rana had no reason to doubt the other woman. She removed the pins securing her veil and dragged it from her head. “If you harm me in any way, you won’t see one credit of your fee.”

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He hesitated as his gaze caressed her face, his expression grim and assessing. “There are several ways I could spin this. I could issue ransom demands to both your mother and your fiancé and see who values you more.” “My mother is in the middle of a financial crisis and Vega was reluctant to accept me before this little adventure. He’s far too proud to burden himself with a tainted bride.” She wasn’t nearly as sure of the second claim as the first, but her captor didn’t know that. “Your best bet is me. I’ve offered more than adequate compensation for the service you’re providing.” “I could sell you to one of your mother’s enemies.” The corners of his mouth curved with the beginning of a smile. “There are several who would easily double your fee.” She didn’t reply. The hint of humor in his eyes assured her he was simply provoking her. But why was he provoking her? He slipped off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. “Or I could --” “You’re a businessman, not a brigand.” She squared her shoulders and looked into his eyes. Showing fear to a man like this was a serious mistake, yet challenging him would be even more dangerous. “The most cost-effective course was outlined in our contract.” “Take off the gown.” The softly spoken order sent chills up and down her spine. His expression remained guarded. This didn’t look like a man desperate to fuck. So, what was his game? He crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for her reaction. He seemed more interested in her response than in the actual command. She raised her chin and narrowed her gaze. “I’m comfortable as I am. Thank you, anyway.” “It wasn’t a request. If you expect me to remain civil, you will do exactly what I tell you without argument.” “Nothing in our arrangement requires me to disrobe.”

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“I disagree.” He took a step forward and Rana held her ground, refusing to cower before him. “I never repeat a directive. The faster you figure that out, the better we’ll get along.” “You accepted the contract.” “And I’m attempting to fulfill it. I personally see to the satisfaction of each of my customers.” She didn’t understand the undercurrents in his tone. He sounded amused and challenging, and neither reaction made sense. “There is no justification for this.” He closed his hands around her upper arms and pulled her toward him. His warm breath caressed her cheek and the scent of his cologne teased her nose, faint yet evocative. “The contract covers your abduction and eventual release. How will you compensate me for your care and protection during the next six days?” She stiffened. This strategy was a little too familiar. Her mother had used Rana’s carnal appetites to manipulate her into Vega’s bed and Vega had twisted the concept even farther. “I don’t barter with my body. Use some of my credits to buy yourself a whore.” “You should have explained that to Vega. It would have saved us both a lot of aggravation.” She gasped and raised her hand. He easily caught her wrist. “Surely you can be less predictable than that.” Before she could continue the argument, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall. One of her arms was trapped in front of her. With the other she reached back and hit and clawed whatever she could reach. “Talk about predictable,” she snapped. “Is rape the only form of intimidation men know?” Her voluminous skirts hindered her kicking and his fingers quickly slipped the fastenings at the back of her gown. She twisted and wiggled, ignoring the firm pressure of his body against hers and the damning heat erupting between her thighs. How could she be aroused by this after what Vega and Umar had done to her? Dread welled up within her. Was she excited by her captor’s aggression because of the other incident?

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The stranger immobilized her left side with the weight of his body, while he tugged her right arm from the long, fitted sleeve. “Isn’t this what brides do on their wedding nights?” “Not when they’ve paid good money to avoid the event!” With a sudden jerk, she freed her arm from his grasp and turned to face him. “Who the hell are you? You’re acting like this is a personal affront. Why did you agree to help me if my actions are so offensive?” He pressed his hands against the wall and glared at her. She’d never seen eyes such a brilliant shade of blue. Or had she? The memory surged, returning to the dancing couple. A dark-haired man guided a stunning blonde across the floor in an elegant series of turns and promenades. The man smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled, the corners of his “brilliant blue” eyes. “I don’t generally explain my actions to anyone, but you are a princess after all. I’m going to sell the gown. It should cover your expenses without revealing your location.” She arched her brow. “Why didn’t you just say so?” Silence stretched between them, sizzling with awareness and anticipation. He wasn’t really touching her now, just surrounding her with masculine power. Heat radiated off his body. Had their brief tussle made him hard? She’d been edgy ever since the fiasco with Vega and Umar. They’d rattled her composure more deeply than she cared to admit and she wasn’t sure what she needed to reestablish balance in her world. Lifting her other arm out of the sleeve, she allowed the bodice to slip to her waist. His gaze descended to the upper curve of her breasts and her nipples tingled. “Give me something else to wear and you’re welcome to this.” “I’m welcome to the dress or what’s beneath?” There was a sexy growl in his tone and he traced the scalloped edge of her bra with his index finger. She held perfectly still, longing for his touch, needing an outlet for her pent-up emotions. Still, she hated the weakness revealed by her desire. No one should be able to control her with the brush of his fingertips.

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“I don’t barter with my body.”

“Fair enough.” He moved his hand back to the wall and shifted his gaze to her

face. She was disappointed by his easy acquiescence. Perhaps she should rebel again. “Why did you agree to marry Vega when you had no intention of going through with the wedding?” The question confused and annoyed her. “Why do you care?” She gave a little shimmy and the gown slid past her hips, pooling around her feet. “Is he a friend of yours?” “Not hardly.” Pushing off the wall, he bent and gathered up the dress. His cheek brushed her thigh as she stepped out of the gown and her neglected pussy throbbed. She’d had no idea danger excited her before she came to Seronite. Life on Devaunt had been dreadfully dull, how could she possibly have guessed how stimulating she would find these situations? The floor vibrated and the distant drone of thrusters announced their departure. “Shouldn’t you be in the command center?” “I procured the ship, but I leave its operation to the crew.” He was the owner, responsible for, but not part of, the crew. Like her mother. This was not a new ship. It was possible someone had found a way to circumvent the activation protocols. Speculation buzzed through her mind, fragments of information fitting into place. Many of Emperor Torral’s supporters had been exiled after the war. Could her captor be a displaced nobleman? If Kashi knew who he was, it might explain her easy acceptance of the situation. “Am I allowed to know your name?”

“Just call me Brigand.”

Everything about her captor emanated dominant male. His fierce expressions

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finish what Vega started? If she offered her surrender would he… What was wrong with her? She did not want to continue Vega’s twisted game. She cleared her throat and shook away the disquieting thoughts. “Well, Brigand, have you ever been to Devaunt? You seem familiar to me.” “I’ve been lots of places.” He draped her gown over the chair, on top of his jacket. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember if we’d met.” Even subtle as it was, the compliment warmed her. “Were you going to get me something else to wear?” He rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of the stark white garment. With his neck cloth dangling from his other hand, he held out his shirt with a wicked grin. “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Unsure how to interpret his mood, she kept her distance. “You refused to barter with your body.” After tossing his shirt in the general direction of their other garments, he pulled the neck cloth through his fingers, the gesture sensual, yet menacing. “I guess that leaves me no real choice.” “What are you talking about?” He stalked toward her. “The wedding night ravishment will have to be complimentary.”

Chapter Three Rana’s eyes widened with each step he took and Vihlok nearly laughed. She was utterly adorable in her ice pink lingerie. A strapless bra hugged her torso and supported her full breasts. The fabric of her ankle-length slip was filmy, leaving nothing to the imagination. Dragging his hungry gaze back to her face, he searched for the haughtiness of her mother or the brutality of her father. Instead he saw determination and wary interest. She couldn’t decide what to make of him and he couldn’t decide what to do with her -- or more specifically where to start. Their contract defined his role. He was to “irreversibly sully her reputation through direct or indirect means.” The added obligation hadn’t appealed to him until this moment. “What kind of a ‘brigand’ would I be if I left a bride alone on her wedding night?” “The courteous, well paid kind,” she suggested. He chuckled. “I’ve never met a courteous brigand. We are by nature self-serving and rude.” “But you’re not a brigand. You’re a businessman.” “Don’t be fooled by contracts and costumes, princess. I’m very much a brigand.” He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against his bare chest. She remained stiff and resistant for only a moment then her hands crept up his back. Anchoring her against him with one arm, he cupped her chin with his other hand. “If you’re a virgin, I won’t --” “I’m not a virgin,” she assured him, in a breathless whisper. His pulse leapt at her eagerness. He’d decided to personally oversee her sullying when he learned her identity. The electric attraction erupting between them was

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unexpected and inconvenient. This was Princess Rana Jabulayni. If she wanted to be compromised, he’d be happy to oblige. However, he wasn’t prepared to like her. He’d known she was beautiful. Outward appearances meant little to Vihlok. But he’d expected her to be arrogant and ruthless, not witty and compassionate. Her concern for the ship’s owner had caught him completely off guard. And the vulnerability he sensed beneath her brave façade captivated him. Lowering his face slowly, he brushed his mouth over hers. Petal soft and slightly parted, her lips welcomed him. With just a hint of tongue, he deepened the kiss, guiding her, coaxing and tasting her. This was supposed to be retribution, a long awaited reckoning. He would enjoy all the lush pleasures of her curvaceous body, then reveal his identity. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, waiting for a startled gasp and sudden tension in her body. Instead her fingers splayed against the back of his head and her tongue curled around his. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the sleeping station. Not bothering with the bedding, he laid her down and stretched out beside her. She kicked off her shoes and reached for his, without having to be told. This was supposed to be ravishment, not a lusty romp. She reached for the fastenings at the front of his pants and a fresh wave of determination washed over him. If he didn’t control the situation, he might as well lock her in the cabin and walk away. Pressing her back into the mattress, he pulled her arms over her head and held them there with one hand. “Not yet. Perhaps not tonight. I’ve barely begun to ravish you.” Lust burst like wildfire within her gaze and her slender body shook. The thought of being ravished obviously agreed with his captive. Why was he surprised? She’d written it into the contract! With single-minded determination, he reached beneath her and unfastened her lacy bra. She made a throaty sound as he tossed the undergarment to the floor. Her

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nipples stood tight and needy, begging for attention. He gazed at her quivering breasts and felt his purpose crumble. She was incredibly beautiful, passionate and responsive. Another layer of separation disintegrated. He didn’t want to fuck, he wanted to fuck her. Despite all the wrongs he had suffered because of her family, he wanted to pleasure his enemy. Frustrated by his weakness, he latched on to one of her nipples and suckled forcefully. She arched and gasped, her arms tugging against his hold. His free hand gathered her slip, drawing it along her legs until his fingers found bare skin. Her stockings ended at mid-thigh. He enjoyed her softness for a moment, gradually working his way toward the juncture of her thighs. “Part your legs. Make room for my hand.” “I want to touch you too,” she whispered, but obeyed. “This isn’t about what you want. We’re going to explore what you need.” His fingertips brushed against the damp silk guarding her folds. Even through the barrier he could feel her heat. “You naughty little princess, you’re already wet for me.” “You’re a brigand. I need nothing from you.” He smiled against her breast. A pretend ravishment would have to be enough. Regardless of how much he hated her parents, he was going to enjoy the next six days. Momentarily releasing her wrists, he rolled one stocking down her shapely leg and then the other. With her breasts bared and her slip bunched above her hips, all that remained was the tiny scrap of material covering her mound. He looked into her eyes and snapped the thin straps connecting the front and back. Then he dragged the silk out from between her legs, watching her reaction closely. Her lips parted and her eyelids drooped. She was already close to release. He started to touch her, to trigger the first of many orgasms, but her position drew his attention. Her knees were bent, her thighs parted, and her arms remained above her head just as he’d left them. Despite her feisty personality, her body was docile, open and welcoming. It was all he could do not to free his aching cock and thrust his full length inside her pussy.

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Instead, he took one of the stockings and tied it around her wrists. She made a halfhearted show of resisting, but her gaze burned even brighter. She wanted to be restrained, no, she needed it. His sweet, innocent princess was a submissive. Had she been trained or were these desires new to her? The speculation titillated his already rampant libido. With the second stocking, he secured the first to a discreet alloy loop protruding from the wall. He moved her legs farther apart and knelt between them. “I want nothing distracting me from my prize. Lift your hips.” He grasped the waistband of the slip and pulled it downward as she raised her bottom. She drew one leg out and then the other, returning to her original position. For a long moment he caressed her with his gaze, enjoying the perfection of her body and the delicate beauty of her face. “I’m not sure six days will be long enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” “I couldn’t give you more, even if I wanted to.” All playfulness left her expression and she planted her foot in the middle of his chest. “I’m not a frightened virgin and you’re not a rapist, but this is still a little murky. Let’s clarify our roles before we go any farther.” “You defined our roles in the contract,” he snapped, more than ready to continue their game. “I paid you to steal me away from my wedding.” She raised her bound wrists. “This is a bit outside the structure of our contract.” “You also requested that I ‘irreversibly sully your reputation through direct or indirect means.’ I chose direct.” “What are you talking about?” Her confusion seemed genuine. The trick was getting his lust-addled body to give a damn. “The final clause in the contract. If you don’t want to be compromised, what am I doing here?”

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She licked her lips and stared past him for a moment. “There was a section in the contract dealing with my reputation?” He nodded as her gaze returned to his. “‘Irreversibly sullied,’ that was the phrase used?” “Yes.” He rested his fists on his thighs, waiting for her to unravel the misunderstanding. “I’m going to kill her.” “Who?” “My handmaiden contacted you. We compiled the contract together, but obviously she took some liberties after I approved it.” “Why would your handmaiden want me to seduce you?”

Rana squirmed before her captor. If he’d meant to hurt her, he’d be thrusting between her thighs. Still she was naked and tied to a bed and he was still partially dressed. “It’s a long story. Would you please untie me?” His shimmering gaze swept down her body and he rested his hand on her knee. “You didn’t object to being tied up when I restrained you.” “I didn’t realize you thought it was part of our deal. I don’t pay for sex.” “I’ll refund part of the credits, but I have every intention of finishing what we started. Now explain why your handmaiden would do something so devious. You don’t seem nearly as angry as I would be.” “I can’t explain it without talking to Kashi, but --” “Your servant’s name is Kashi?” Recognition unfurled within his eyes. “Why do you ask?” “Kashi Jivan, perhaps?” She narrowed her gaze and nodded. “How did you know?” “Your handmaiden knows my business partner. We’ve both been set up.” “I suspected Kashi knew you. She was too insistent that I could trust you, too confident in your abilities.”

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He shook his head and looked away. “I haven’t seen her since we were children. Her presumptions are dangerous. I could have raped and murdered you before we left Seronite.” “How well does she know your business partner? Kashi would never intentionally put me in danger.” He laughed. “Is that why you’re naked and tied to a stranger’s bed?” After his gaze searched hers for a silent moment, he asked, “Are you a trained submissive or do you just enjoy playing games?” How should she answer? This might be her only opportunity to explore the full range of her sexuality. Once she returned to Devaunt, she would need to focus all her energy on restoring peace and prosperity to her people. She would have to be in control, diplomatic and responsible. But the next six days belonged to her. “I’ve recently discovered a certain attraction to the passive role. My experience is extremely limited. Some areas intrigued me, while I have no interest in repeating others.” “Is Kashi aware of your recent discovery? Did she, perhaps, participate in the exploration?” “Kashi had nothing to do with the incident.” “But she is aware of what transpired?” Details about that night would only douse the heat smoldering within her. “Who are you? Why does Kashi trust you? Were you one of Torral’s followers?” “You avoid your past by attacking mine. Not a bad strategy.” He lifted her foot and pressed a kiss against the sensitive arch. “For the next six days there is no past and no future. I am a brigand and you are a princess. No questions. No names. Are we agreed?” “It’s not fair. You know who I am. At least tell me your name.” “Knowing my name will not intensify the experience. It will only distract you from the pleasure. I am your master, mentor, teacher, and guide. All you need to do is decide whether or not you’re going to embark on this adventure.”

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She stared into his eyes as hunger built within her. “I… For the next six days, I’ll be your apprentice.” An echo of uncertainty pealed within her mind. Kashi might trust this man, but she reserved the right to be suspicious. “I refuse to be demeaned and pain added little to my pleasure.” He arched over her and pressed a kiss to the corners of her mouth. “I’m sorry he hurt you. You will never have to worry about that with me. Shall I repay him in kind? Brigands are good at that sort of thing.” She shuddered and shifted her gaze away from his handsome face. “That’s part of the past. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” “No, I appreciate your honesty. Our relationship requires trust and trust is impossible without communication. In regards to your pleasure, I expect honesty and full disclosure.” He guided her gaze back to his. “I meant what I said, Rana.” Her eyes widened as he used her name. “You have nothing to fear from me. It’s important that you believe that.” “I believe you, but you shouldn’t be able to use my name unless you tell me yours.” He chuckled at her persistence. “My name is Vik, but you will address me as Sir. Any disobedience will be punished. I will use a variety of techniques to build the intensity of your pleasure. I will introduce each stimulus gradually. Still, it is possible for a skilled master to push too hard. If at any time you’re unwilling to take the next step, call me a brigand and I will back off. Do you understand?” She nodded and he lifted his hands, depriving her of his touch. “The proper response is ‘yes, Sir’.” “Yes, Sir.” Immediately, his hands returned to her knees, rewarding her with a firm squeeze. This was so wonderfully different from anything she’d experienced before. He was directing and controlling her, yet she had never felt so secure, so safe. “If you’ve been spanked, tell me what you enjoyed or disliked about it.”

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“I have and I was frightened by the sensations, even though I found them pleasurable. I disliked the fact that I wasn’t allowed to come.” He smiled. “That’s a common complaint, but withholding one orgasm can make the next more powerful.” “As long as the next orgasm eventually arrives.” “Your pleasure was withheld entirely?” Despite his coaching, she couldn’t manage a verbal response. She nodded, then averted her gaze. He moved to her side and framed her face with his hands. “Forcing another person to accept sexual demands while intentionally depriving them of any form of gratification is not mastery, sweetheart, it’s rape.” The fury in his gaze contradicted the gentleness of his touch. Tears blurred her vision and her lips trembled. Effortlessly sensing her need, he stretched out beside her and rolled her to her side. Without releasing her bonds, he pressed her against him from neck to knee. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Maybe it would be better to allow the memory to fade before --” “I want my mind filled with new memories, better memories. I can think of no other way. We only have six days.” He slipped his arm beneath her neck and she relaxed into the loose embrace. “Have all your lovers been men?” “Yes, Sir.” “Are you attracted to females?” “I won’t say I’ve never been curious, but I’d much rather have you instruct me personally.” “My instruction will be intensely personal.” He smiled and fit his body more snugly against hers. “I’ll say one last thing before we begin, then I promise not to break my own rules again. Vega is part of your past now, but he is going to face your brigand before this thing is through.”

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Umar waited for the guards to open the massive doors to Vega’s presence chamber. He hated being summoned like a common servant. His faithful service to Vega should have ensured him better treatment. The other servants feared him, which was as he preferred. But far too often the king seemed indifferent to Umar’s happiness. A muffled call signaled the guards to open the door. Umar straightened his tunic and squared his shoulders. Vega sat on his throne, his wedding robes open down the front, displaying his pale body. A slender, dark-haired man knelt between the king’s thighs. Tarun again! Umar balled his hands into fists, stubbornly suppressing his displeasure. Jealousy would reveal a level of interest Umar wasn’t willing to admit. Vega might summon others, but he always came back to Umar. Vega stroked the younger man’s curly hair as Tarun eagerly sucked his cock. “Shall I return, sire? You are obviously busy.” It broke Seronite protocol for him to speak before the king invited his opinion. He didn’t care. This was the third time Vega had summoned him while he was fucking this skinny, sloe-eyed creature. “No.” He pulled out of Tarun’s mouth and turned him toward Umar. “Let him pleasure you. His mouth is incredibly hot.” Umar glared at his rival. He was young and lean, his features almost delicate. “I’m humbled by your generosity, but I’d rather wait.” Tarun’s lips parted in a smug smile and Umar clenched his fists so tightly his fingers ached. “It wasn’t a suggestion.” Vega sneered. “I want to watch him suck you while I fuck him. No more arguments. I’ve had all the disobedience I can take for one night.” Tarun knelt before Umar, his posture anything but subservient. Umar freed his cock and presented it to his rival. “I’m used to highly trained mouths. I better not feel a hint of teeth.” “You might enjoy a hint of teeth,” the little bastard dared to say.

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Umar grabbed the back of Tarun’s hair and shoved his full length into the younger man’s mouth. “Suck hard and use a gentle touch on my balls. His highness isn’t the only one who is frustrated tonight.” Vega smiled, obviously overhearing the exchange. “We should be breaking in my new queen right now. Tarun will have to do.” He spread Tarun’s ass cheeks and inserted a lubricant pellet. Vega stood back and stroked himself as Tarun’s body heat melted the outer shell, releasing the gel. Staring into Tarun’s dark eyes, Umar rocked in and out of his mouth. Tarun kept his lips snug and expertly rolled Umar’s balls. Umar accepted the stimulation, while keeping his emotions carefully distanced. He would not be jealous of this skinny slut. Tarun was a receptacle, nothing more. Vega loved to take his time. The pressure of entry was often enough to trigger the king’s orgasm, so he made a great show of penetration. “Hold still,” Vega ordered. “Watch me honor Tarun with my thickness.” Umar came to rest at the back of Tarun’s throat and tightened his fingers in the younger man’s hair. Vega used the tip of his cock to stimulate Tarun’s anus. It was a predictable move, one the king had used on him countless times. Tarun moaned and arched his back, pushing up as if he was desperate for Vega’s cock. Umar gritted his teeth. It was the same response he generally offered. “Oh yes.” Vega pushed, his eyes squeezed shut. His cockhead breached Tarun’s body and Vega shivered. “So tight.” He drove deeper. Tarun wiggled and made mewling sounds in the back of his throat. “I remember when you were this tight.” The muttered comment slapped Umar in the face. He pulled back and stabbed into Tarun. So, his ass was tighter, was it? Not for long. He’d find guards with massive pricks and command them to ride Tarun until Vega could hardly feel him around that scrawny shaft. “Oh, darling boy,” the king simpered as he finally started moving. Umar thrust fast and deep, tilting Tarun’s head back as Vega moaned. The king never lasted long and anyone who couldn’t come with the king wasn’t allowed to come.

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Two more slow rotations and Vega shuddered with release. Umar glared at Tarun as he pumped his cum down his rival’s throat. The younger man swallowed, determined to take it all, but a creamy rivulet escaped each corner of his mouth and Umar smiled. Amateur! Vega watched Tarun wipe his face, while Umar righted his clothing. “It would appear you could use some more practice. A royal pleasure giver never wastes even a drop of the king’s offering. It’s a good thing I didn’t come in your mouth.” “I was overwhelmed by the pleasure you gave me, sire,” Tarun said, his head bowed. “Even so. Umar will instruct you when I have finished with him.” “Whatever pleases you, your Highness.” Umar shot Tarun a triumphant smile as the younger man retrieved his discarded robe and hurried from the room. It was turning out to be a very interesting night. “I saw the look in your eyes, Umar. Making use of Tarun without my permission would have forced me to punish you. Do you want to be punished? It’s been a long time since I watched you writhe in pain.” Tension gripped Umar’s gut and bile burned the back of his throat. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it, and Vega knew it. “You have been exceedingly generous, my love. I saw your cock sinking into his ass and went a little crazy.” “It pleases me that you still crave my touch after all these cycles. Watching jealousy flash in your eyes made me harder than I’ve been since we played with Rana.” Vega fastened his robes as he returned to his throne. The vast majority of their encounters took place in Umar’s bedchamber. Umar’s absolute favorite, however, took place in this room. He had aroused the king to quivering desperation and Vega bent over the seat of his throne and allowed Umar to fuck his ass for the first time. Umar had never felt more powerful than he had that night. “Speaking of my wayward wife…” Vega’s impatient tone drew Umar away from the pleasant memory. “Certain facts have come to light that I found quite interesting.” “I’m listening.”

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“Princess Rana is designated as her mother’s heir.” “The empress has no male relatives?” “She doesn’t, but here’s the interesting part. If the empress dies before Rana produces an heir, Rana’s husband is automatically named regent.” “If Bakula dies before Rana produces an heir, you would have been named regent?” “Exactly. And if by some cruel twist of fate Rana should die as well, the regent becomes emperor.” “What a ridiculous policy.” Umar crossed his arms over his chest, wondering why these facts were relevant now. “This encourages violence against female rulers.” “Which might be why the policy exists. Bakula has been Devaunt’s only empress in eight centuries. She is not well respected.” “Empress Bakula has ruled Devaunt for many solar cycles. Why hasn’t she changed the policy?” “She tried. Such fundamental changes must be approved by her cabinet and they wouldn’t agree.” Umar chose his words carefully, not wanting to anger Vega. “Only the most superficial effort was made to prevent Rana’s abduction. Once the event had begun, you seemed indifferent to the outcome.” “I had every intention of washing my hands of her entirely, until these statutes were pointed out to me. I don’t need a reluctant wife badly enough to chase her across the galaxy. A mismanaged empire, with significant untapped potential, on the other hand…” He didn’t need to finish the thought. “What do you need from me?” “According to Seronite law, Rana and I became husband and wife the night our sexual compatibility was established.” “That’s why you insisted on witnesses.” Vega smiled, ruthless intelligence gleaming in his dark eyes. “The covenant was sealed with the spilling of my seed. The wedding was just a formality.”

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“What’s the next step?” “Empress Bakula will depart with the dawn and her cruiser is rigged to explode. I’ve been assured there will be no survivors.” “Congratulations, Regent Vega. Are steps being taken to rescue your new queen?” “My interrogators were amazed at her stubbornness, but Kashi finally confessed. Rana is on her way to Spaceport Adana.” Umar’s pulse leapt and he suppressed a predatory grin. He’d been one of Vega’s most successful operatives before the queen caught his eye. It had been far too many solar cycles since he’d enjoyed a good hunt. “I’ve never heard of it.” He kept his tone even, concealing his interest. “It has a certain reputation for indulging its criminal element. Rana must be found and silenced. I’m entrusting this task to you. I don’t care how you do it. But when you return to Seronite, I expect you to be escorting the body of my dead queen.”

Chapter Four Rana rubbed her breasts against her captor’s chest and returned his kiss with all the abandon she could muster. Vik? The diminutive wasn’t familiar, yet she was certain he was from, or at least had visited, her home world. His hands moved up and down her back, occasionally straying onto the curve of her bottom. Her hands were still bound, but slack in the silk tether, allowing him to position her as he liked. Her teacher, her mentor, her master -- for the next six days. No past and no future, a departure from a life filled with frustration and duty. She made a soft, needful sound as he separated their mouths. Their kiss was filled with passion and promise. She didn’t want to lose the intoxicating connection, even to move on to other intimacies. A louder protest followed when he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He stared into her eyes as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down along his sturdy thighs. After removing the remainder of his clothing, he paused for a moment and allowed her to absorb the masculine splendor of his body. Tight, highly defined muscles revealed both strength and agility. Her fingers tingled and for the first time since he brought her here, she regretted the restraints. Windblown and wavy, his hair did little to soften the rugged arrangement of his features. His lower body was several shades lighter than his upper. How had his skin tanned if he lived primarily in space? Her curious gaze descended to his feet before returning to the juncture of his thighs. None of his body hair had been removed. She should find him repulsive and crude, yet the hair only added to his virility. His cock rose hard and high, arching away from his belly. She wanted to stroke him with her hands and caress him with her mouth. Licking her lips, she hoped he would understand the invitation.

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He returned to the bed, a distant smile playing about his lips. She was unnerved by his silence, yet energized by the hunger so apparent in his gaze. Her nipples warmed and awareness cascaded through her body. How would he take her? Was he as skilled as she thought? With one knee on the bed and the other foot on the floor, he began his assault on her senses. He started with her upraised arms and methodically discovered which spots made her sigh and which made her squirm. His fingers brushed and tickled, rubbed and outlined. His touch both assessed and aroused. He traced her features, then followed her pulse along the arch of her neck. Her nipples were tight long before he cupped her breasts, but he worked the tender nubs into pebble hard peaks before continuing his downward trek. After a tantalizing squeeze he abandoned her mound and caressed her inner thighs. Her body ripened and melted, eager for his return. By the time he reached her feet, she was weightless and tingling. He moved between her legs, kneeling on the bed. His gaze locked with hers as he positioned her body. He bent her knees and parted her thighs, opening her completely. “Do all the women on your home world keep themselves bare?” He slid his hand down her smooth leg and stroked her nude mound with his thumb. “My answer relates to events in my past. Doesn’t that break the rules?” His second thumb joined the first, caressing and parting. “Your body was prepared in anticipation of a husband you chose not to marry?” “Yes.” “Yes, Sir,” he reminded her. “Yes, Sir.” Why had he waited until he was touching her most intimate flesh before he continued their conversation? He eased one of his hands beneath her and traced the crease of her ass. His finger hesitated over her anus and she turned her face away. “Both men and women remove their body hair on my home world. It’s considered barbaric not to do so.”

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He grinned and teased her tightly puckered opening. “We both know I’m barbaric.” As if to demonstrate his claim, he lowered his face between her thighs and traced her slit with his tongue. His finger pressed against her anus without pushing inside. She held perfectly still, afraid resistance would incite a show of dominance. He held her open with one hand and teased her with the other. All the while his tongue flicked and stroked the very heart of her. “Put your feet on my shoulders.” His lips moved against her folds as he issued the directive. She shifted one of her legs over his shoulder and he raised his head. “Not over, against. Put the soles of your feet on my shoulders and lift your hips.” She moved one foot into place and then the other. Her legs spread wide and her pelvis rolled toward his mouth. His gaze returned to her pussy, his expression intent. The hand teasing her bottom curved around her hip and held her open from above. She blew out a premature sigh, thinking he had lost interest in anal stimulation. The long middle finger of his other hand pushed into her feminine core. Thrilled by the fullness, she squeezed him. “Oh, you like that,” he muttered, as much to himself as to her. He slid in and out, while he stroked her clit with his tongue. Distracted by the pleasurable shuttle of his finger and the persistent flick of his tongue, she barely registered the smooth adjustment. He pulled his finger out and pushed his thumb in without disrupting the rhythm he’d established. Only when his finger sneaked back and entered her other opening did she realize what he intended. Eased by her cream and her rising arousal, his finger and thumb moved in tandem. His lips closed around her clit as his thrusts grew more aggressive. She rocked against his mouth and surrendered to the steady drive of his hand. He sucked firmly on her clit and the demanding pull triggered her orgasm. Pleasure surged and rippled, then coalesced in a burst of sensation. She ground herself against his mouth as her body pulsed around his finger and thumb. This was savage and barbaric, utterly sexual.

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She sagged against the bed, amazed and a little leery. If this was foreplay, how much more intense would the sensations become? He moved both hands to her ass as he feasted on her cream. His tongue no longer teased. He lapped at her like a hungry cat, savoring and soothing, exploring every fold and hidden crevice of her pussy. Her legs slid down his arms, draping his elbows. He didn’t seem to notice as he began fucking her with his tongue. Rana could hardly breathe. His mouth framed her opening and his tongue slid in and out, tasting and claiming her in a way she’d never imagined. Jaque had occasionally used his mouth to arouse her, but this was different. Vik devoured her as if he would starve without her. Panting harshly, he finally raised his head. “If I let you come again, this could go on indefinitely. You’re addictive.” The sincerity in his tone sent another thrill ricocheting through her body. He honestly enjoyed giving her pleasure even though he had yet to find release. She was humbled by the realization. These next six days were going to be more interesting than she ever could have dreamed.

Vihlok stared into Rana’s eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. Her cheeks were deeply flushed and he could only decipher a few of the emotions twisting through her expression. Her gaze was wide and passion-bright, her lips soft and inviting. Balancing his weight on his knees, he brushed the hair back from her face. He wanted to know more about her, but he had set the rules. No past and no future, just these few days to enjoy each other. Pressing his lips over hers, he hesitated to use his tongue. Her taste was still strong in his mouth and… She curled her tongue around his, bold and undeterred. Pleased by her response, he deepened the kiss. She wrapped one leg around his waist and used the other to grind herself against him. There was no mistaking that gesture. She wanted him inside her now.

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He separated their mouths and their gazes locked again. The unique color of her eyes made it impossible to forget how this had begun. He wanted retribution nearly as much as he wanted her, but she was no longer a means to an end. “Roll onto your side.” His bitterness confused his feelings. He could think of her as his cherished captive as long as he couldn’t see her Jabulayni eyes. Reluctantly, she obeyed. He slipped one arm beneath her neck and wrapped the other around her waist. For a long time, he held her, memorizing her scent and the shape of her body. Then he lifted her hair and stroked the back of her neck with his tongue. He caught the sensitive flesh between his teeth and sucked. She shivered and gasped, her sweetly rounded ass driving him crazy. He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples, then moved down to savor the silky, smooth skin on her mound. Keeping her upper body pressed against his chest, he rotated her hips more fully onto the bed. He bent her knee then guided her foot up and back, draping her leg over his. She made a sound, part whimper and part moan, as he eased his hand between her thighs. “You are so soft.” He brushed her delicate folds, loving the way his fingers slid against her slick flesh. “Tell me what you feel.” “I feel your fingers and your warm body pressed against mine.” He shifted his hips, sliding his cock between her legs. “Do you feel that?” “How could I not? Will you please… fuck me now?” She trembled. “I need you inside me.” Lifting her leg higher, he found her opening and pushed the head of his cock into her waiting heat. “Better?” “No. I need more.” “You’ll have to earn it. I’m going to let go of your leg. Can you hold it here without my help?” She shifted the angle of her body, hooking her leg over his hip. Her shoulders pulled away from his chest, but her ass pressed closer. He parted her folds and found

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her clit with his fingers. With a firm circular motion, he sped her toward another orgasm. She tightened her inner muscles and tossed her head. “Come for me and I’ll give you more.” “Either pull out or push all the way in.” She squirmed, trying to capture more than his teasing fullness. “Concentrate on my fingers. Match the rhythm of your pussy to my touch.” “Kiss me,” she pleaded. She turned her head sharply and arched her back. It was awkward at best, but he covered her mouth with his and offered her his tongue. The motion of his fingers changed. He surrounded her clit, gently rolling as his tongue moved in her mouth. Her passage clenched and rippled. He focused entirely on her pleasure, determined to feel her final surrender again before he found his own release. He pulled on her clit, then abruptly released the sensitive nub. She came with a soft cry. He pushed deeper with each tremor, accenting and prolonging her pleasure. Before the last spasm passed, he swept her beneath him and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Withdrawing all but his flared tip, he waited for her restless squirm before driving his full length back into her snug heat. She kept her legs far apart and braced against the bed with her forearms. Her rounded bottom padded each forceful lunge and incited his imagination. She was too outspoken for a sub, but all this was new to her. Reaching beneath her, he cupped her breasts, savoring the weighty feel as the impact of their bodies made her soft flesh quiver. His balls tightened and tingled and a red haze formed before his eyes. He grasped her hips with both hands, thrusting fast and hard. Twisting the bedding with her fingers, she bucked beneath him. Pleasure expanded inside him, swelling and curling as her inner muscles rippled around his cock. He threw back his head and gritted his teeth to keep from shouting as he came in powerful bursts.

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She collapsed onto the bed and he followed her down, rolling them to their sides at the last moment. Her pussy continued to tighten as he reached up and untied her from the wall. He started to untie her wrists as well, then decided against it. If she was to embrace her submissive nature, she had to entrust herself to him. She relaxed in his arms and snuggled back against him. “How long will it take to reach the spaceport?” She sounded sleepy and content. “Not long. We should probably get dressed” -- he covered her breast with one hand and turned her head so he could reach her mouth -- “eventually.”

*** “You have got to be kidding.” Rana looked at the outfit Vik had laid out on the bed, hoping this was his attempt at humor. “I’ll wear the gown one last time; then you can sell it.” “Trust me, princess, the gown will draw more attention than the lingerie.” Holding up the blood red corset, she shook her head. “The pleasure givers on Devaunt wear more than this.” She tossed it back on the bed. “No one will ever confuse Adana with Devaunt. The cloak will cover you from neck to knee. You’re just being obstinate.” “The cloak only fastens at the throat. Every time I take a step --” “Your other option is to have me sling you over my shoulder in that towel. Security might raise an eyebrow, but it would still cause less of a disturbance than having you walk off this ship in that gown.” She opened the nearest compartment, determined to find something with which to cover herself. After an ultrasonic blast had cleansed them, Vik had donned his pants and white shirt. The tuxedo jacket still hung over the back of the chair and various accessories were scattered about the room. The towel he’d given her barely covered her ass and his idea of appropriate garments was laughable. “You don’t have a spare uniform or something I can put with your jacket?” He rolled up his sleeves and shook his head. “This was a commuter jump. None of us brought clothing.”

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“Then where did that come from?” She swept the bed with an impatient gesture. “I always plan ahead.” Planting her fists on her hips, she glared at him. “You planned to parade me around like a whore.” “Sweetheart, that term has no meaning here. Prostitution is an occupation like any other. Miner, scavenger, shopkeeper, prostitute, they are all the same on Adana. Keep the hood up and you’ll be just another faceless body.” “That’s depraved.” “The ship is due for maintenance. We have to get off. Either put on the lingerie or don’t. It makes no difference to me.” “Give me your shirt.” “That’s not an option.” “Why?” She felt like wringing her hands and stomping her foot, but common sense stayed the impulse. Throwing a fit would only prove she was a “spoiled princess.” “We don’t have time for this. I gave you your options. Make your choice.” With a frustrated growl, she snatched up the scrap of red that served as panties and pulled it on under the towel. The triangle covered her mound, but her ass was completely bare. Realizing the ridiculousness of her belated modesty, she tossed aside the towel and held the corset in place while Vik tightened the laces. It hugged her torso and caused her breasts to swell nearly out of the plunging cups. After several firm tugs, the upper edge barely covered her areolas. “It’s meant to display a hint of nipple,” he commented with a wicked smile. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” She draped the cloak around her shoulders and secured the clasp. As long as she didn’t move she was covered, but each step she took would display her legs. “What about shoes?” “Yours will have to do. You don’t want to walk through the commercial tiers barefoot. Trust me.” “Trust you? Not likely.”

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She tried to push past him, but he caught her upper arm. “You’ve never been to a place like this, Rana. It’s dangerous. You need to stay close and keep your mouth shut.” Ignoring the argument welling inside her, she snatched her arm out of his grasp and retrieved her semi-mangled stockings. The pale pink more or less matched the red lingerie and her shoes were white with a faint pastel pattern. It was not an ensemble she would have assembled, but she’d had enough of this cabin. She followed him through the ship, her temper simmering. Several of the crewmen gazed at her with knowing boldness and tension twisted her belly. No one on Devaunt would dare look at her that way, even if her behavior warranted the reaction. Halfway down the ramp her steps faltered and apprehension sent a violent shiver down her spine. They were in a dilapidated hangar, surrounded by scattered debris. Exposed girders and rusted grillwork bisected the walls, while conduits and insulated pipes crisscrossed high above her head. Was the entire station this… well used? A maintenance crew ambled toward the ship with tool carts and diagnostic instruments. Vik guided her across the bay and motioned toward the raised walkway. She climbed the alloy ladder with him close behind. Similar bays stretched off in both directions. The air was cool, but unfamiliar scents made her wrinkle her nose. As Vik predicted, no one paid her much attention. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side. “Once we reach the Mall, you can relax to some degree. Unfortunately, security randomly scans the public lifts, so we’re going to take the scenic route. Don’t make eye contact and don’t speak to anyone. Understood?” She nodded, more than happy to comply. The walkway widened and they emerged in a clutter of portable stands and tiny shops. Her hood shadowed her face and restricted her field of vision. Bursts of laughter cut through the drone of overlapping conversations as he hurried her along. She recognized several languages, yet others were unfamiliar. “Are you buying or selling?” The raspy voice came from her right, but Rana kept her head down.

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“Neither.” Vik’s brusque tone should have deterred the speaker, so she gasped when a scaly hand pulled back one side of her cloak. “Let’s negotiate now. Save us both the auction fee.” “She’s not for sale.” She tilted her head and glanced at the intruder while fear squeezed her heart. They had slave auctions on this spaceport? Covered in gray-green scales, the intruder’s reptilian features revealed little emotion. She snatched her cloak out of his hand and moved closer to Vik. Pushing her behind him, Vik faced off with the alien. “Get out of the way. She’s not for sale.” Tension escalated as the two men glared at each other. Vik reached behind him. She thought it was a comforting gesture until she saw the subtle bulge beneath his shirt. He had a weapon tucked into the back of his pants! The alien hissed and turned sharply to the side, allowing them to pass. “They sell slaves here?” she cried as they climbed to the next tier. “They sell everything here, princess. I told you this was a far cry from Devaunt.” The next tier drove that fact home with undeniable impact. At a glance Level 7 was cleaner and less cluttered than the seedy area they’d just departed. People strolled along, relaxed and laughing. Music drew her attention to a large shop on her left and her steps faltered. Not a shop, she realized, a bar. A stage rested against the adjacent wall and a couple performed for the sparse audience. They undulated and rubbed against each other, their “dance” nothing more than a simulation of the sex act. She averted her gaze and stifled a gasp. The alleyway on her right was peppered with couples, and nothing they were doing was simulated. A blue-haired woman knelt before a burly man, her head bobbing as she sucked his cock. The slender man being fucked up the ass had blue tattoos running up both sides of his body. He braced his hands against the wall as his lover -- client -- thrust forcefully.

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“Are they…” “Prostitutes?” She nodded and he smiled. “This is called Niubi. It runs through the heart of the pleasure tier. This particular section caters to the miners. No one plays games here. They want a quick fuck for a reasonable price.” “They don’t even bother with a bed?” “There are rooms available, but they cost more. Most don’t see the need.” Farther down the passageway, two men passed a woman back and forth between them. One moved in her pussy, while the other drilled her ass. Rana trembled. It was the personification of her darkest fantasy. The woman was utterly abandoned, her expression nothing short of rapturous. “If you like to watch, I can arrange anything you want to observe.” Rana hadn’t noticed the man until he spoke. He stood to one side of the alley, fully dressed and heavily armed. “We’re just passing through,” Vik said. “Then carry on or make your selection. My people don’t perform for free.” Rana tried to convince herself she found the open display of sexuality appalling, but her body refused to cooperate. Prostitutes lounged in the archway of every club they passed, wearing little or nothing. They touched and encouraged others to touch with seductive looks and provocative poses. “Have you ever --” “No past and no future,” he reminded her. By the time they left the pleasure district, Rana fidgeted and squirmed. Her pussy throbbed and the material of the corset abraded her nipples. Vik hurried her toward an express elevator at the far end of the tier. “I thought we couldn’t use the lifts.” “This one’s private; a direct line to our destination.” An instant after the lift door closed, Vik pushed her up against the wall and tugged one side of the corset down. She rubbed her mound against his thigh as he firmly suckled her tender peak.

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“Can you… stop the car?” She covered his erection with her hand and squeezed. “I’ll go down on you.” He growled and kissed her furiously, both hands on her ass. A synthesized bell interrupted their frantic embrace. He quickly righted her corset and stepped back, allowing her cloak to swirl closed around her. Breathless and wobbly, she followed him from the lift. The corridor was wide and elegantly decorated. She could have been in an office building or a posh hotel on her home world. “You live on this level?” “Not exactly.” He didn’t explain as he led her along. Her outfit had helped her blend in with the sordid occupants on the lower tiers, but here she felt tawdry. She clasped the sides of her cloak together and sped up her steps. If he didn’t have quarters on this level, where was he taking her? They turned off the main corridor and she looked around. Though still well maintained and elegant, this area felt less accessible, almost secret. “Where are we going?” she tried again. “Right here.” He paused before an unmarked door and pressed his hand against the scanner. “Member number seven twenty-nine accepted. Welcome to the House of Bliss.” “House of Bliss?” The door slid open, but Rana dug in her heels. “Is that what it sounds like? Did you bring me to a brothel?”

Chapter Five It was all Vihlok could do not to laugh. “Bliss has top notch security and guarantees the anonymity of her clients. This is one of the safest places on Adana.” “I am not staying in a brothel.” Her cheeks had flushed as they walked along the pleasure tier and he suspected more than embarrassment contributed to her color. “Would you rather return to a lower level? You seemed fascinated by --” She shoved him aside and strode into the House of Bliss. The holographic receptionist flickered to life behind her desk. “Welcome to the House of Bliss. Your room is ready. Are you sure you don’t require a companion during your stay? I can make suggestions based on your profile.” “No thank you, Celeste. The room is my only requirement.” “Let me know if you change your mind.” The image blinked out and Vihlok motioned toward the doorway directly ahead. He waited until the light above the door was green, indicating an empty passageway; then he opened the door. “I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here before,” she grumbled. “You’re on a first name basis with the holograms.” His cock ached so badly he could hardly think. The corset accented her trim waist and displayed the abundance of her breasts. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her senseless and feel her hot pussy grip him as she came. He’d thought himself desensitized to the sexually charged pleasure tier, yet watching her reluctant fascination had been undeniably arousing. I’ll go down on you. Her whispered offer had just about buckled his knees. Scanning open the door to his suite, he swept her into his arms before the panel slid closed behind them. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips parted at the

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first brush of his tongue. Striding across the sitting room, he set her down beside the couch. “I want your mouth on me,” he told her in a gruff, demanding tone. She kicked off her shoes and unfastened the cloak, her gaze already gleaming. He nodded toward the sofa and she sat down. Desperate for the pleasure awaiting them, he didn’t bother to undress. He freed his cock and stepped between her legs. She did the rest. One of her hands guided his shaft to her mouth, while the other caressed his balls. He moaned and shuddered, raking her hair with his fingers. Her lips were firm yet soft, her tongue circled and explored. She stared up at him as he slid in and out of her mouth. With a strangled growl, he pulled out and urged her back across the couch. He kicked off his shoes and shed his pants, while she took off her panties. She lifted her ankle to the back of the sofa, obviously expecting him to fuck her. He had something else in mind. He stared down at her, amazed at her sensual beauty. Already she was far less inhibited than she’d been when they first touched. She ran her hands down the insides of her thighs, drawing his attention to her pussy. As if he needed encouragement. Kneeling beside the couch, he kissed her with more finesse, refusing to be controlled by his lust. The scent of her arousal distracted him, lured him, and sabotaged his determination to go slowly. Unable to ignore the pressure in his groin, he climbed onto the sofa, carefully placing one knee on either side of her head. She guided him down, taking his cock back into her mouth as he buried his face between her thighs. Her movements were restricted by their position, so he rocked his hips, sliding his shaft in and out. He drilled her with his tongue, matching each thrust to the rhythm of his hips. Her nails bit into his flanks as she writhed beneath him.

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He was thundering toward completion and he couldn’t seem to pull back. He took pride in his stamina, his ability to completely satisfy his partner before he lost control. Her mouth felt amazing and her eagerness obliterated his composure. Grasping her hips, he latched on to her clit and skillfully suckled. She cried out around his thick shaft and trembled within his hold. Searing pleasure burst within him, stealing his breath as he thrust to the back of her throat and came in violent shudders. On and on the spasms went, the release so intense he honestly didn’t know if he’d taken her with him or not. He eased his hold on her hips and swirled his tongue over her clit. She jerked and wiggled. She’d be far more relaxed if she’d just had a powerful orgasm. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, pulling out of her mouth. “It’s been a long time since I lost control like that.” “I suppose I should be flattered.” She sounded uncertain. “No. You should be restless and ready for your turn.” “You don’t need to…” “I will never leave you wanting. Don’t even consider it.” He crawled off the couch and lifted her into his arms. “Let’s check out the bedroom.”

Rana tried not to squirm, but she’d been so damned close. The frantic thrust of his cock in her mouth had been heady and overwhelming. She’d tingled and burned with responding desire, yet she’d also been distracted. His taste lingered in her mouth, not unpleasant, just new. So much of this was new to her. He sat on the side of the bed and arranged her astride his lap. Her heart fluttered madly as she looked into his eyes. He was so handsome it was nearly painful to look at him. The elusive memory intruded. Who were the dancers and what was their connection to Vik? “You saw quite a lot downstairs. Tell me what excited you most.” “The urgency. They needed release so badly they didn’t care who saw them or what anyone thought.”

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“Did you feel that way in the lift?” “Yes.” Part of her had wanted him to fuck her right then and there. “Do you still ache?” “You know I do.” He reached between them and traced her crease with his middle finger. “If you had to take the place of one of the prostitutes, which one would you choose?” She shivered as their images flared back to life. A blow job, being ass fucked, or dual penetration? There was no contest. “I… the last one, I guess.” He lifted her off his lap as he stood, then set her down on her feet facing the bed. “Lean forward and brace yourself with your forearms.” “Why? What are you going to do?” “Your Master gave you an order. Obey.” After a slight hesitation, she bent over the bed and spread her legs wider and wider until she could reach the mattress with her forearms. Her ass angled up and she closed her eyes. Surely he wouldn’t summon another man. Would he? He opened and shut drawers and searched through compartments on the wall directly behind her. Anticipation had never been so acute. Her skin tingled and desire pulsed through her pussy. She’d only caught teasing glimpses of the woman in the alley, but Rana’s imagination filled in the blanks. The man in front had held her legs, while she leaned against the other man’s chest. They passed her hips back and forth, pushing her on to one man’s cock as they pulled her off of the other. “Are you intrigued by the sensation or does being the sexual focus of two men appeal to you?” “Both, I guess.” She glanced over her shoulder. He was completely naked now and he held something in each hand. Evidently he’d found what he was looking for. “I don’t know.” “Let’s find out.” He stroked the back of her thighs and her bottom, his touch gentle, yet confident. She sighed as he pushed two fingers into her core, but he didn’t

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stay long. “We know you enjoy this.” His other hand separated her ass cheeks and she tensed. “Relax. We’ve done this much already.” His fingertips circled her anus, stimulating as they spread lubricant. She relaxed her inner muscles, accepting his bold caress. The tight collar of muscle parted for him and sensations erupted all over her body. Her nipples tightened and her clit twitched. The teasing fullness in her ass accented the emptiness in her pussy. Reaching around her, he fingered her clit while he slid in and out of her ass. “I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” She tossed her head, sending her hair cascading around her shoulders and across her back. His hand pumped with steady persistence, but he coaxed her clit with gentle circles and skillful pressure. With her eyes tightly closed, she saw the male prostitute again. He arched and groaned as his client rammed him full of cock. The graphic image made Rana whimper, far more appealing than it should have been. She rocked her hips and her breasts swayed. The pressure increased as Vik introduced another finger. He plucked at her clit now, rolling the tender cluster of nerves as he gently pulled. Pleasure detonated in a sharp, sudden release. She cried out, the forceful spasms of her cunt tightening her other passage around his fingers. “Very nice.” She was still panting harshly as he replaced his fingers with a toy. The blunt head slipped in easily, but her sphincter spread and spread as he drove the butt plug home. The inward pressure ceased, yet the fullness remained lodged deep inside her. “How’s that?” He caressed her bottom, twisting the ring until it rested more comfortably between her cheeks. “Is it as big as it feels?” “It’s a fair compromise between my fingers and my cock.” He sat down beside her on the bed and offered her a patient smile. “Do you want to send for food while you get used to it or finish this round before we eat?”

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“We’re going to fuck while this thing is still inside me?” A rush of lust punctuated the question. “That’s as close as I care to come to your fantasy. At least for now.” Possessive passion erupted in his gaze and she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not really hungry; I’m just not sure…” He caught her around the waist and pulled her back onto his lap, her legs straddling his. “That’s why you hired me. I am sure about these things.” “I didn’t hire you.” “Details.” He found her opening with his cock and pushed inside. She grabbed his shoulders and arched her back. His size had been obvious when he’d taken her the first time. He hadn’t needed the extra fullness. Still, her pussy stretched wider and wider until she cried out. He immediately stopped. His hands caressed her hips and his eyes filled with concern. “Does that hurt?” “It’s not painful -- exactly. It’s just really tight.” His breath escaped in a sudden rush. “I noticed. Lock your knees. Don’t take any more until you relax.” He cupped her cheek and brought her mouth to his, using slow deep kisses to distract and soothe her. His other hand caressed her breasts and dipped down to where their bodies joined. Curling her tongue around his, she inhaled his scent and reveled in the decadence. Her body was stuffed to the point of pain and still she wanted more, more of his kisses, more of his cock, more of him. He brushed his fingers over her folds and circled her clit. His mouth drifted along her neck and he bent his head to her breasts. He increased the pressure of his lips until she moaned and pushed against him. “Pull up a bit, then lower yourself onto me,” he whispered the directive against her flesh, his teeth scraping her skin. She shivered then obeyed. As she raised her hips, her body released a fresh rush of cream. They moaned together as the slick response eased her descent. Deeper and deeper she took him until her bottom rested on his thighs.

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His patience ended abruptly. He grasped her hips and took control of their movements. She rolled against him as he thrust up into her. Her nipples rasped against his chest with each distinct drive. Moving his feet farther apart, he brought her down harder and faster. Tension mounted within her, coiling like an over wound spring. She gasped and panted as his cock pounded into her. He drove to the hilt then clasped her to his chest as his seed exploded inside her. The hot, rhythmic jets triggered her climax. She dropped her head back on her shoulders and the ends of her hair caressed her ass. Her core echoed the throbbing of his cock and the butt plug intensifying each spasm. They clung to each other for the longest time, each unwilling to move. “What would you like to try next, my insatiable apprentice?” “Honestly?” He nodded and she patted the bed beside him. “I’m exhausted. I’d like to lie down for a while.”

*** “So, what’s she like?” Fibros asked. Vihlok waited until his “guest” was asleep before he commed his friend. “You saw her at the wedding.” “I didn’t ask what she looks like. You didn’t let anyone near her on the ship. Is she a shrew or as innocent as the driven snow?” “Neither.” He stepped closer to the communications console. “You can drop the ignorant act. I know who submitted the contract. What is Kashi hoping to accomplish with this little stunt?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Fibros’s smile belied his denial. “You’re full of shit and we both know it. Conference her in. I want to hear her explanation.” The amusement faded from Fibros’s expression. “She was supposed to give me enough time to reach the spaceport then contact me. I’m still waiting for the page.” “How late is her check-in?” “How long have we been here?”

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“We should have brought her with us,” Vihlok grumbled. He’d placed Kashi in the Jabulayni household cycles before, hoping she could glean information for him. When she’d been selected as Rana’s handmaiden none of them could believe their good fortune. How would the princess react when she realized her best friend was a spy? “Yeah, kidnappers often bother with servants. That wouldn’t have looked suspicious at all.” He rubbed his eyebrows and heaved a frustrated sigh. “If she hasn’t commed me by tomorrow, I’ll head back to Seronite.” “Will the ship be ready by then?” “Hopefully. This team is good, but she’s getting old.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he added, “So am I.” “With age comes wisdom. Everyone knows that.” Fibros snorted. “Explain that to my knees.” “I’ll see if Rana has a way to contact Kashi without shattering the illusion.” “Won’t asking the question make her suspicious of you?” “Not necessarily. I already admitted there’s a connection between you and Kashi. She doesn’t need to know the rest. Besides, it doesn’t matter. If Kashi is in serious trouble, the game is over.” “Keep me informed.” Vihlok nodded, then closed the link. Raking his hand through his hair he returned to the bedroom. They’d showered, again, before Rana crawled between the sheets. She hadn’t been asleep that long, but this couldn’t wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he brushed her hair back from her face. She stirred in her sleep, unconsciously turning into his light caress. His chest ached. No other woman had ever affected him as powerfully as Rana. Touching her felt natural and he couldn’t explain why. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. “Sweetheart,” he said softly, “you need to wake up. There’s something I need to ask you.”

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Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes opened and she smiled. His heart leapt at the beauty of her face. “How long was I out?” “Not long. Can you contact Kashi?” She sat up and tucked the sheet under her arms. “Are you awake enough for this conversation?” “I am now. What’s wrong?” “She was supposed to comm Fibros shortly after we arrived. We don’t know that anything is wrong. We’re just concerned.” Rana swung her legs over the side of the bed, dragging the sheet with her. “I’ll have to change my story. All communications are recorded when we’re offworld.” “We might be overreacting. That’s why this is so frustrating.” “If Kashi is in trouble, nothing else is important. We can say I ran away with you or claim I wanted to break the engagement without causing an interplanetary incident.” He was pleased by her selfless attitude. “Or better yet, I’m your jealous lover and I’d rather hold you against your will than see you married to another man.” “That works too.” Dropping the sheet, she strode naked into the bathroom. Desire gripped his belly and heated his blood. They had gone at it nearly nonstop since he’d kidnapped her. Shouldn’t these cravings be easing by now? She returned, dressed in a black bathrobe. “Where’s the communications console?” “In the sitting room.” After activating the standard link, she muttered, “That’s odd.” “What’s odd?” “It’s a prerecorded message stating that the Devauntian delegation is en route to their home world.” “That just means Vega is forwarding all Devauntian comms. Can you link with the ship directly?” “I’m trying.” She paged through several menu screens before she said, “This system is really rudimentary. I don’t think long range communications are a priority for

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most of Bliss’s customers.” She tried several more access points before she shook her head. “I can’t connect from here. But the fact that they took off so abruptly could explain Kashi’s missed check-in.” “Your mother rushed her out the door and she can’t establish a link from the ship without being detected?” “Exactly.” Her logic was sound. He just wished there was some way to confirm the conclusion. “How long will it take for them to reach Devaunt?” “Four to six hours, depending on which jump gate they use and how hard they push the ship. Cruisers are built for comfort not speed.” He clasped his hands behind his back and grinned at her. “They are initially.” She turned from the console and looked into his eyes, her gaze bright and assessing. “Who are you? Kashi doesn’t rush in blindly. There has to be a reason she trusted you.” “Why did you agree to marry Vega?” “If I explain what happened, will you tell me who you are?” After a short pause, he said, “Yes.” “My father ruled with an iron fist, but at least he provided for those entrusted to his care.” She stood as well, staying just out of reach. “My mother thought only of herself. She bled Devaunt dry and kept expecting more until I had no choice but to seek assistance from an outsider.” “The alliance with Vega would have stabilized Devaunt’s economy?” Political unions had been forged for less. Still, it upset him to think of Rana at the mercy of Vega. The Seronite king was known for his ruthlessness. “The price he agreed to pay for me would have allowed my mother to change the most harmful policies.” He licked his lips, hesitant to bring up the obvious flaw in her strategy. “If she had squandered so much once, what was to keep her from doing so again?”

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“Me. With Vega’s backing, I would have been in a better position to oppose her polices.” He wasn’t convinced, but her motivation had been pure and Vega was out of the picture. “What made you change your mind about the marriage?” “Vega has a male lover, actually he was originally the queen’s lover and Vega sort of joined in. After they gave me an in-depth demonstration of how it all worked, I knew I couldn’t live that way.” She was obviously skimming the surface and he didn’t want to compound her pain. Still, it was important for him to understand the root cause of her resistance. “You weren’t willing to share Vega with his lover?” “It was far more twisted than that. Vega was aroused by reliving the original confrontation with his wife. He wanted to humiliate and punish me each time he came to my bed. His lover was even worse.” He nodded and moved on. “Without Vega’s assistance, how did you hope to curtail your mother’s indulgences?” “I contacted the leaders of the great houses. If I can get four of the six to unite in support of me we can challenge her policies. Even her cabinet can’t contradict an edict from the council of nobles.” She rubbed her arms, looking tired and a bit forlorn. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close. “How many of the leaders agreed?” “Everyone agreed that changes need to be made, but most of them were hesitant to take on the royal cabinet. It’s my responsibility to convince them. I’ll start my official campaign as soon as I return to Devaunt.” “You won’t be ransomed for another five days,” he reminded her with a wicked smile. “It’s your turn, Mr. Brigand.” She returned his smile. “Tell me who you are.”

Chapter Six The brigand eased Rana to arm’s length and looked into her eyes. “I’m Vihlok Torral.” Her mouth gaped and she snapped it shut. “You’re related to the late emperor?” “He was my father.” She shook her head and twisted out of his light hold. “That’s not possible. Both of his sons…” There had always been rumors that his younger son escaped the renegades’ attack. There had been all sorts of rumors as solar cycles passed. “Yet here I stand.” The memory locked and she closed her eyes. The lilting music, the warm flicker of simulated candles, and the dancing couple. It was all clear within her mind. Emperor Torral and his lovely wife began each new cycle in each other’s arms, dancing as their subjects looked on. The emperor smiled and his blue eyes sparkled, filled with love and devotion. Shame washed over Rana, shame and envy. “You look just like him,” she whispered. “So I’ve been told.” “You’re heir to House Torral. Why would you choose to live as a brigand?” “My entire family was slaughtered on Devaunt. The planet holds little appeal for me now.” “What do you mean ‘slaughtered’? They were killed during the course of a war they began.” He scoffed, resentment freezing his expression. “How did a war result in the death of a woman, and a boy who had not yet seen fifteen cycles?”

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Her heart pounded and her lips trembled. She’d always known her father was ruthless and ambitious, but she hadn’t allowed herself to consider the depths to which he’d stooped in his quest for wealth and power. “They were being transferred from one location to another when renegades attacked.” “That’s a nice story, Rana. I’m sure it eased your father’s conscience to have you believe he wasn’t directly responsible.” “You’re inferring he was. Do you have proof?” He sighed and pushed his fingers through his hair. “Our time together is limited. I don’t want to waste it reviewing things that can’t be changed.” “Answer the question,” she snapped. “How do you know my father’s accounting isn’t true? You were even younger than your brother.” “I was thirteen and I know what really happened because I was there. My mother’s scream woke me and I arrived in time to see a Jabulayni butcher slit her throat. He was one of your father’s personal guards not some renegade.” She crossed her arms over her chest as tears blurred her vision. “I’d heard rumors, but I didn’t want to believe my father was capable of such brutality.” “It was a long time ago and you are not responsible for any of it.” “I’m so sorry.” Tears escaped the corners of her eyes and she quickly looked away. “How you must hate me.” He cupped her chin and turned her head back around. The haunted fury had left his gaze, replaced by… tenderness? Could he honestly care for her knowing whose blood ran through her veins? “I wanted to hate you,” he admitted. “I tried using this opportunity to exorcize my personal demons.” “Please tell me there’s a ‘but’.” “But you are not your parents. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself for your people is proof enough of that.”

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Encouraged by his willingness to move beyond the past, she took a deep breath and stepped closer to his warmth. “How did Kashi know you were still alive?” He grinned and she gasped. “You’ve known her all along. Kashi is a spy?” “A harmless informant, who keeps me apprised of what goes on back home.”

“‘Back home’? Some connection must linger or you wouldn’t care.”

He was silent for a moment as he gently stroked her face. “I suppose you’re

right. But I have no interest in overthrowing your mother. I refuse to sacrifice innocent lives for any reason.” “I’m proposing a political coup, not a military offensive.” His fingers curved around her chin and he outlined her lips with his thumb. “You’re still mine for five more days. After I’ve sated my hunger for your delectable body, we can discuss our options.”

*** “Hey, mister, want ta go for a ride?” Umar glared at the blue-haired woman, the fourth whore to pose the question since he stepped onto the pleasure tier. “I don’t pay for sex.” “Too bad.” She arched her back and cupped her high round breasts, while keeping the nipples visible. “My prices are reasonable and my pussy is nice and tight.” He snorted. “As often as you’re ridden, I sincerely doubt it.” Umar wasn’t interested in having his cock sucked, at least not right now. He had a job to do. Still, the talkative slut likely knew her way around the station and he had to start his search somewhere. He paused and walked back to where she lounged in the archway of a shop offering an impressive array of sex toys and adult entertainments. “Change your mind?”

“How long have you been on this station?”

She tossed her long blue hair over her shoulders and licked her lips. Her mesh

dress displayed her attributes without her actually being naked. “Why do you care?” “I need information.” “I have a minimum fee for any service.”

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“I understand.” Wrapping her arm around his, she pressed his biceps against the side of her breast. She really did have fabulous tits. He wondered if the indigo markings on her skin were natural or some sort of decoration. “We need to disappear for a few ticks or my pimp will have my hide. I hope you’re not shy.” They rounded a corner and Umar’s eyes widened. Behind the building, every conceivable sex act was taking place. Men with men, women with women, and every possible combination. His whore laughed and pushed his back against the wall. “I have to at least give you a hand job or the others will notice.” Before he could protest, her nimble fingers unfastened his pants and pulled out his burgeoning cock. “Very nice. Are you sure I can’t have a taste?” “How are you going to answer my questions with my cock in your mouth?” Her hands went to work and Umar clenched his fists. Damn, she was good. Firm grip, not afraid to pull. He could just imagine what that practiced mouth could do. “How could someone get through security without logging in?” “Bribes are always good, but you’re a little late. Didn’t you come off the public shuttle? Every person is scanned as they exit the transport station.” “If I hadn’t?” He stood perfectly still, forcing her to earn her credits. She began to rotate her hand as she slid up and down his shaft. “Security is less specific in the pits. People are more apt to look the other way. That’s why no one stays down there unless they have no other choice.” Pressure built in his balls and he grabbed her wrist, not yet ready to come. If the conditions on the lower tiers were worse than this level, it was likely Rana was being kept somewhere else. Still, it was worth checking out. “Finish me with your mouth. I have work to do.”

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had asked the spaceport’s central communications center to relay a message for them. Even the comm center had been unable to establish a link with the cruiser. “It’s a simple communications malfunction,” Vihlok assured her. “As soon as they reach Devaunt, Kashi will check in.” “I’m sure you’re right. I just hate not knowing.” “Fibros found a ship. He’ll be leaving for Seronite shortly.” “Why is he going back to Seronite? Kashi is on her way to Devaunt.” “When Fibros gets one of his feelings, I don’t ask questions. If we haven’t heard from him by the time the cruiser is ready, we’ll head to Devaunt ourselves.” Relieved to have a course of action, she smiled at him. “We’ll just continue my lessons on the ship.” He refilled her wineglass and handed it to her. “You didn’t eat very much.” “Neither did you.” “I think we’re both distracted.” She couldn’t argue with that. “How do we accommodate the distractions without squandering our time together?” “We could renegotiate our contract.” Mischief gleamed in his eyes and her stomach fluttered. “What did you have in mind?” “We were supposed to have six days entirely devoted to pleasure. Each time a conflict or stress intrudes on our time, I suggest we extend the contract by another day.” “I’m not opposed to that condition.” She wasn’t opposed to anything that would allow them to spend more time together. He rested his chin on his palm and searched her gaze. “I don’t want to keep coming back to this, but the pieces still don’t fit. Tell me the rest of the story.” “The rest of which story?” “You agreed to marry Vega to help the people of Devaunt. I have no doubt that’s true, but there has to be something more. What did your mother have on you?”

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She pushed back from the table and crossed her legs. “Do I get to interrogate you when you’re finished with me?” “If you like.” Except for her highly abridged recounting to Vega, she hadn’t spoken about Jaque with anyone. She wasn’t ashamed of what had happened; however, there were elements of the story she didn’t like to examine too closely. “I had an affair with one of my guards and my mother found out.” His eyebrows drew together as he mulled over the fact. “True, but not complete. Aren’t royal bodyguards supposed to be of an incompatible sexual orientation with whomever they’re guarding?” With a frustrated harrumph, she stood and crossed to the window, staring out into the star-dotted blackness of space. “Jaque was in a long-term relationship with another man. He’d never been attracted to a woman until he was promoted to my personal guard. Don’t even look at me like that. I am not a home-wrecker. His lover, Pavel, assured us both that he wasn’t upset by the attraction and he wished us well.” “And,” Vihlok prompted. “And I found them in my courtyard one night. They were arguing about me. I told Jaque I would not jeopardize his primary relationship and Pavel explained that the source of his jealousy was not that Jaque made love with me, but that there was now a part of Jaque’s life they didn’t share. He wanted to know if I would consider a sexual triad.” “Was Pavel bisexual?” “No. He didn’t want to have sex with me…” “He wanted to participate whenever you summoned Jaque.” She nodded then he asked, “Did you consider it?” With her hands buried in the pockets of her bathrobe, she turned around. “It was awkward at first, but eventually we figured it out.” “Did your mother find you with both men?”

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“Yes. I insisted it was the first time and it would never happen again, but she knew she had me. With a word she could have exiled them or worse.” “What did she do?” “They were persuaded to relocate. I made sure they had enough credits and suitable references so they could start over somewhere else.” “Then you negotiated with your mother, bowing to her will as you protected your people.” Rana shook her head, releasing the past with a sigh. “You make it sound almost noble. I took the coward’s way out. I should have stood up to her from the beginning.” “You eventually found your way.” He crossed the room with long, lazy strides. “Did you enjoy having two lovers?” “I didn’t have two lovers, Jaque did.” “Good point.” He grasped her elbows and pulled her away from the window. “Did you ever wish you were Jaque?” “We’re back to my fascination with the woman in the alley.” “Yes. Would you like to be adored by two men, to have them completely focused on your pleasure?” The erotic image resurged and she shivered. “Not on a regular basis. I’ve experienced the complications of that kind of relationship.” “I’m not talking about a relationship. I’m talking about living out a fantasy.” “Why are you being so persistent with this?” He drew her hands from her pockets and raised them to his lips. “Because I arranged more than food.” Threading their fingers together, he led her into the bedroom. A man stood beside the bed in a bathrobe similar to hers. His short, spiky blue hair drew her attention to his sculpted features. Not just striking, he was beautiful in an utterly masculine way. Concentric rings of varying shades of blue made up his eyes. “This is Bhakati,” Vihlok told her. “He will join us for your next lesson.”

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Rana licked her lips and tried not to stare. Bhakati was exotic and inherently sensual. His lips parted and he inclined his head. “Do I have a choice in this?” “Of course. One word from you and this lesson is canceled. Do you remember the word?” “Yes, Sir.” If she called him a brigand, he’d send Bhakati away. “Undress,” -- his tone grew more assertive -- “both of you.” Rana unfastened her robe and froze. Bhakati slipped his garment from his shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Lean, graceful, perfect, his body made her mouth go dry. Vihlok chuckled at her reaction. “The Nil Raja are exceptionally beautiful. That’s why other pleasure givers emulate their appearance. Touch him. Bhakati, you do not yet have permission to touch her.” “Yes, Sir,” the Nil Raja replied. Shaking herself from her stupor, Rana dropped her bathrobe and circled Bhakati. “Your markings are incredibly intricate.” She followed the pattern with her fingertips, up one side of his body and down the other. “You may speak freely, Bhakati. My thrall tends to be talkative.” “Thank you, Sir. And thank you, Mistress. The intricacy of a Nil Raja’s markings is one criterion in determining his or her value.” She knew nothing about the Nil Raja’s social structure, so she didn’t respond to the comment. Still, pleasure givers were notoriously exploited. She would not be party to any abuse. “Is this your chosen profession? Are you treated well?” “I was born into this life, but I am content. Mistress Bliss will not allow any mistreatment of her children.” He met her gaze with the hint of a smile. “Have no fear, seratu, I enjoy my job.” “If you’re not going to touch him…” Prompted into action by Vihlok’s impatient words, she ran her hands over Bhakati. His skin was silky smooth and warm. He watched her closely, his gaze burning with sensual promises. She reached his hips and paused. His shaft was as long as

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Vihlok’s, but not nearly as thick. She closed her fingers around him and heard his soft exhale. He was not nearly as unaffected as he seemed. She cupped his balls with one hand and pumped him with the other. He could enter her ass more easily than Vihlok. A staggering rush of heat gathered in her feminine core. Was this why Vihlok had chosen him? “Kiss her, Bhakati. I want to see your hands on her fair skin.” The Nil Raja swept her into his arms, cradling the back of her head in the crook of his arm. She gasped as his mouth covered hers. He had been so passive. Carefully controlled and precise, his kiss lacked the knee melting intensity of Vihlok’s. Hands stroked her back, from her shoulders to her bottom, then around to cup her breasts. Bhakati’s arms still held her, so Vihlok was touching her. “Are you wet, princess? Did you enjoy touching him?” She dragged her mouth away from Bhakati’s. “I’d enjoy touching you.” “Not tonight. This lesson is about your pleasure, fulfilling your fantasy.” His fingers pushed into her hair and he turned her face. “Kiss me, sweet slave. Offer me your mouth.” Even whispered like an endearment the word was shocking. She wasn’t anyone’s slave. His lips covered hers, his tongue gently stroking. Two gorgeous men were focusing entirely on her pleasure. How could that be a bad thing? Hands slid and fingers squeezed. She lost track of who was touching her where. She reached back and grabbed Vihlok’s hip, despite his directive. “Oh, no you don’t.” He pulled her away from Bhakati and guided her hands to the small of her back. “Hold her for me. Restraints are too much trouble for what I have in mind.” Bhakati grasped her wrists firmly, pulling her backward until her shoulders pressed against his chest. “May I continue to touch her, Sir? You are fortunate to have found such a treasure.” “Stroke her breasts, while I lick her pussy. She’ll enjoy that.”

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Vihlok knelt in front of her and anticipation twisted inside her. His mouth never failed to arouse. He did things with his tongue that amazed her. He wrapped his fingers around the backs of her thighs and looked up at her. “Do you want my mouth on you?” “You know I do.”

He smiled and shook his head. “That’s not the proper response.”

“Yes, Master.” She let a facetious edge sharpen her tone. His gaze narrowed and

he stood up. “Wait! I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend you.” “I’m not offended. I’m disappointed. I thought you were starting to trust me.” She said nothing. Arguing with him now would only prove his point. She’d requested these lessons in submission. A sharp voice command opened a compartment above her head. He reached up and grabbed the wrist cuffs. “Raise your arms.” Bhakati let go and stepped back. With a frustrated sigh, she lifted her arms above her head and Vihlok fastened the cuffs. He said something to Bhakati in a language she didn’t understand and tension mounted within her. Would he punish her? Even if he did, he would not expect anything she wasn’t ready to give. She had known more pleasure with Vihlok than she’d dreamed possible. She had no reason not to trust him. “Move your legs apart.”

She immediately obeyed.

Bhakati stepped up behind her and slipped his hands under her hair. He rubbed

her shoulders and traced her spine, while Vihlok stared at her. A considerable bulge tented the front of his black pants and his shirt was open at the throat. He must not be too angry. His erection was still going strong. “Tease her nipples, while you suck the side of her neck.” Strong hands cupped her breasts and a warm mouth fastened onto her delicate skin. She shivered and twisted away from the ticklish caress. She licked her lips, aching for Vihlok’s mouth and the pleasure of his carnal kiss. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed the words, not daring to speak again.

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His gaze warmed and his expression relaxed. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t show you the proper respect.”

“I don’t want your respect. I want your surrender.”

“I’m ready to surrender -- Sir.”

He moved closer, his gaze locked with hers. “Are you ready to submit?” She

parted her lips, but he placed his fingertips over them before she could speak. “It means the same thing, but submission sounds demeaning. I will never demean you, never humiliate or harm you. Do you believe me?” “Yes, Sir.” Her lips moved against his fingers.

“Who am I?”

“My Master,” she whispered and he smiled.

Trailing his fingers along her sides, he knelt again and peppered kisses across her

belly. “You are important to me.” His tongue circled her navel; then he licked a path downward. “I love your softness and your scent.” He pressed his face against the juncture of her thighs, inhaling deeply. “And I crave your taste.” His tongue pushed into her crease, effortlessly finding her clit. She moaned, rocking back against Bhakati. Vihlok parted her outer flesh with his fingers and adored her inner folds with gentle licks. His lips moved against her, while his tongue stroked, pushing deeper with each teasing pass. Bhakati caught both her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Rolling as he pulled, he created a sensation very much like a mouth. Her nipples tightened and her clit tingled. She twisted restlessly. “Lift her onto me. I need more.” There was a growing desperation in Vihlok’s tone that sent another wave of shivers through Rana. Bhakati lifted her and Vihlok parted her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders. She whimpered. Her pussy rested against Vihlok’s mouth and Bhakati held her steady, his arm wrapped around her waist. Vihlok devoured her, licking and thrusting into her core. His lips closed around her clit and he sucked. She cried out, shocked by the burst of pleasure released by his

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demanding kiss. He repeated the cycle until her head swam. Licking and sucking, drinking of her passion. At some silent signal Bhakati lifted her into his arms. She sagged against his chest, weak, yet tingling. Vihlok frantically unfastened her cuffs then stripped out of his clothing. He sat on the edge of the bed and Bhakati placed her in his arms. “My love, my sweet slave, never doubt my devotion again.” “I won’t, Master.” He kissed her then, his mouth tasting of her cream. He turned her and brought her down astride his lap. The position was familiar and she spread her legs wide, offering herself without abandoning the submissive role. Firmly gripping her hips, he pushed inside, filling her by degrees. Then he framed her face with his hands and pulled her with him as he lay back across the bed. Bhakati moved in close, stroking her bottom and the sensitive crack between her cheeks. She felt a small intrusion then a warm gush as her body filled with lubricant. Vihlok looked beyond her as he said, “Be careful.” “Of course, Sir. I only inflict pain when it heightens the pleasure.” His fingers grew bolder. He circled her anus with one hand while he dipped between her thighs to caress both Vihlok and Rana. “Push back against me, Mistress.” She slowly raised her hips and groaned. The rocking motion dragged her off Vihlok’s cock and pushed her onto Bhakati’s fingers. “Again.” She repeated the motion with more conviction. Bhakati spread his fingers, preparing her as she relaxed and accepted the penetration. Vihlok kissed her neck and the underside of her jaw, patiently waiting for the other man. After inserting a second lubricant pellet, Bhakati positioned himself. “Whenever you’re ready, start the motion and I will do the rest.” A thrill danced along her nerve endings. He was waiting for her, ensuring her surrender was genuine. She took a deep breath and pushed upward and Bhakati drove in. Tighter and tighter she stretched. Stinging heat intruded on the pressure. She gasped and shuddered.

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“Take your time,” Vihlok encouraged as he eased his hand between their bodies. His marvelous fingers found her clit and began a circular motion. Bhakati’s thighs pressed against her ass, his entire length inside her. She grasped Vihlok’s shoulders and reveled in the fullness. “Move,” she whispered. “Please, Master, move.” He needed no other encouragement. With long, slow strokes, Vihlok filled her pussy. Bhakati mirrored each movement, sliding in as Vihlok pulled out. Vihlok maintained the maddening pace until the very end. Each stroke was an intentional assault on her composure, and Bhakati followed his lead. Clasped between them, impaled by them, Rana was overwhelmed. Sensation crashed upon sensation, spiraling up through her only to inundate her as the searing wave returned. She cried out, then screamed, unable to suppress the sound. Vihlok arched beneath her, driving deep inside her cunt as he shuddered in release. Bhakati echoed his pleasure, the distinct throb of his cock triggering aftershocks in Rana’s trembling body. She collapsed across Vihlok’s chest, breathless and replete. Bhakati carefully separated his body from hers and discreetly left the room.

*** “What have you learned?” Umar fisted his hands beneath the shelf in the comm booth. His personal transmitter wasn’t powerful enough to reach Seronite, so he’d been relegated to public facilities. “The ship in question is in one of the maintenance bays. Have you ever heard of a brothel called the House of Bliss? There are strong indications that that’s her current location.” A rare smile parted Vega’s lips. “I’ve heard of it. She was rescued from a wedding and taken to a brothel? How deliciously ironic.” “I don’t believe she’s in any danger.” “Then why are you bothering me?”

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Umar heard a familiar voice in the background, but he couldn’t make out the words. Tarun! Despite Vega’s assurance the night before, the king obviously had a new favorite. Clearing his throat, he wiped every hint of expression from his face. “I need an invitation to get through the door. This is an exclusive club.” “Tell them you’re previewing the club for me.” “I need official authorization. They won’t care who I say I am.” “I’ll send it. Now get busy!” Slamming open the door to the tiny cubicle, Umar strode toward the lift. Tarun was with Vega even now. The realization ate at his gut. He’d had misgivings about this mission from the beginning and now he knew why. What better way to dispose of two unwanted complications than to send one after the other? Well, Vega was in for a surprise. He took a public lift to Level 4 and asked a middle-aged man direction to the House of Bliss. The man swept his travel-rumpled clothes with a derisive glance then pointed out the way. After standing in front of the unmarked door for a moment, he spotted the palm scanner. Instead of opening the door, the scanner activated the security system. “State your name and purpose for this visit.” “Umar, Envoy for King Vega of Seronite. I am expected.” At least he hoped to hell he was. “One moment, please.” He looked up and down the hallway, annoyed by the delay. The longer he thought about Vega’s slight, the angrier he became. Even if he killed the bitch and dragged her body back to Seronite, Vega would only return the favor in kind. He knew too much; it was as simple as that. The door slid open, revealing the most beautiful woman Umar had ever seen. Silky blue hair framed her face and spilled onto her shoulders. The muted geometrical pattern in her tunic coordinated with ankle length pants.

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“Welcome to my house, Mr. Umar. How may we serve you?” Summoning all his haughty effect, he started to launch his practiced routine. He was King Vega’s trusted emissary and no one was allowed to interact with the king until he approved them first. The words turned to ash in his mouth as he looked into her eyes. “Princess Rana is in grave danger. I’ve come to warn her.”

*** Rana snuggled against Vihlok’s side, absently stroking the hair on his chest. It fascinated her. Jaque and Pavel had both been devoid of body hair. She propped herself on her elbow and smiled. “Can the rest of my lessons be private? We have so little time together. I don’t want to share you with anyone.” As if to mock her request a chime sounded. “What is that?” “Privacy interrupt.” He tossed back the covers and got out of bed. “Bliss only uses it in extreme emergencies.” She rolled off the other side and reached for her bathrobe. Vihlok didn’t bother with clothing. He strode into the sitting room and responded to the page. “What’s going on?” “There is a man asking to speak with your companion. He claims to have information regarding her safety. He is unarmed and quite insistent.” Rana could only presume the lovely Nil Raja was Bliss. “Who is she talking about?” “His name is Umar,” Bliss replied. “Standard security verified his identity.” Shoving her hands into the pockets of her robe, Rana crossed to stand beside Vihlok. “Send him in.” “Who is Umar?” Vihlok asked as Bliss blinked off. “Vega’s lover.” “What?” Without explanation, he rushed into the bedroom and rifled through his discarded clothes. “Why would you tell her to let him in?”

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Rana followed him as far as the doorway. “I want to hear what he has to say. She said he was unarmed.” Vihlok tugged on his pants so he had somewhere to hide his pulse pistol and returned to the sitting room. The door slid open and Umar stepped through the threshold. Vihlok greeted him with a vicious right hook. Umar staggered back a step, wiping blood on his sleeve. “I’m here to help her!” “You had that coming,” Vihlok insisted. “Why are you here?” Rana didn’t bother hiding her smile. Her heart had soared as she watched the bastard’s head jerk back and blood spew from his lip. “Vega sent me to kill you.” Vihlok drew back his arm, but Rana stopped the second blow. “Why did you change your mind?” “Because I’m next. I know his secrets and he’s found a new toy. That means I’m expendable.” “What do you want from us?” Vihlok sneered. “I’ll help you take down Vega, but you’ll have to protect me. I’ll need to disappear permanently.” “That is easily arranged.” The growl in Vihlok’s tone promised mayhem. “What happens if your mother dies?” Umar asked Rana. “Are you threatening my mother?” Rana was aghast at his audacity. “No need. Her transport exploded halfway to Devaunt.” Rana just stared at him, too stunned to speak. Vihlok wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head under his chin. “Even if it’s true, you son of a whore, you could have shown some tact.” “We don’t have time for tact! Vega has your handmaiden. He intends to execute her for sabotaging your mother’s transport as soon as he’s manufactured the evidence.” “Then Kashi wasn’t on the cruiser?” Rana whispered.

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“You’re more concerned about a fucking servant than your mother? You’re more twisted than I am. You didn’t answer the question. Who is next in line to rule Devaunt?” “I am,” Rana admitted. Her ears were ringing. She needed to slow her breathing and calm down. “Are you sure?” “What are you getting at?” Vihlok snapped. “Vega is her husband and has been since the night he… tested their sexual compatibility. The wedding ceremony was only a formality. Kidnapping her didn’t change a thing.” Rana pushed away from Vihlok’s arms, needing to face this at his side not from the shadow of his embrace. “He’s right. If mother is really dead, my husband will be named regent. And if something happens to me, Vega will become Emperor of Devaunt.” She turned back to Umar. “Was this his intention all along?” “He intended to rule through you, but this suited his purposes even better.” “We need to get to my ship,” Vihlok said. “I have to contact Fibros.” “Who is Fibros?” Umar asked. “Kashi’s lover. We can’t have him storming the palace until we have a plan.” “You can’t storm the palace period,” Umar argued. “This must be fast and stealthy. The element of surprise is your only advantage. Once Vega realizes you know what he’s up to, he’ll batten down the entire planet.”

Chapter Seven Rana’s stomach cramped as they approached Vega’s presence chamber. This bastard had killed her mother and plotted to take over her home world. She had never hated anyone as vehemently as she hated this man. “You’re not alone, princess,” Vihlok said quietly. He walked at her side, adorned in the uniform of the Devaunt royal guard or as close to one as they were able to assemble with so little time to formulate a strategy. “You can do this.” Kashi’s life hung in the balance. She had to do this. No, they had to do this. She calmed herself with the correction and composed her expression. Umar was the only one who knew Vega’s plan for Rana so no one questioned her return to Seronite. Two additional ships had made the jump from Spaceport Adana. According to Vihlok, one would ensure their protection and the other would dispense justice. He’d offered the enigmatic explanation with a secretive smile, but refused to say any more. The two larger ships remained in orbit, while Rana directed the Seronite Transport Authority to clear “her” cruiser to land within the palace compound. Having learned arrogance and expectancy from her mother, Rana fell easily into the role of grief-stricken royalty. Two of Vega’s men flanked the double doors to his presence chamber. Both were heavily armed. They had to be incapacitated soundlessly or others might be alerted. Fast and focused. There was no room for hesitation. “He’s expecting me,” she said as her party reached the doorway. Vega’s men looked at each other then one turned toward the door. Vihlok slammed the butt of his rifle against the side of one guard’s head, while Fibros took out the other. They dragged the unconscious bodies into an adjacent antechamber, then two

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of Vihlok’s men took up the original positions. No one would be fooled for long, but the counterfeit guards would alert them at the first sign of trouble. “Ready?” Vihlok asked. “Can we just blast him? I’m not sure I can even pretend to be civil.” “Once Kashi is safe, you can be as nasty as you like.” Rana took a deep breath and nodded toward the door. Her dress was another ridiculous ordeal that constricted her breathing and restricted her movements. To think that she had actually agreed to a lifetime of dresses like these. Vihlok and Fibros shoved the doors open and Rana swept into the room. Vega sat on his throne with a pretty young man on his lap. The king’s hand was buried inside his pet’s pants, enjoying his new toy. “Go stand against the far wall,” she snapped. The pet scrambled off Vega’s lap and quickly righted his clothing. He looked at the king uncertainly and Vega waved him away. “Rana.” The pleasure in Vega’s voice didn’t begin to reach his cold eyes. He held out his hand for her kiss and she ignored the gesture. “This is a surprise.” Without warning, Vihlok blasted the pet with a short burst from his rifle. The young man shuddered then collapsed into a graceless heap on the gleaming floor. “What is the meaning of this?” Vega shot to his feet, remaining on his dais, as if the added height would protect him from the coming storm. Rana made no effort to hide her animosity. The time for pretending was long past. “I’ve just learned of my mother’s death and my handmaiden’s incarceration. Did you honestly expect I wouldn’t respond?” His brow knitted and he caught the trailing ends of his billowy sleeves. She might have been amused by his continued pretense, if she had been the only one hurt by his maliciousness. “I hope you were not harmed by those villains,” he said. “I can only imagine how frightened you’ve been.”

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“I was kidnapped by my lover.” Her tone was firm and steady. “I was never in any danger. He was less than pleased when he learned I’d agreed to marry another man.” “You did more than agree to marry me.” His mask slipped long enough for indignation to erupt within his gaze. “The union was consummated.” “We’ll come back to that.” She clasped her hands in front of her and took a step toward the dais. “I regret to inform you that your lover is dead. Why did you send a pleasure giver to do the work of an assassin? That seems quite foolish to me.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression insolent. “You will release Kashi into my custody and you will do so now.” He laughed. “Why would I do that?” Vihlok and Fibros snapped to attention, their weapons trained squarely on Vega. His gaze widened and he looked around, wondering where his guards were, no doubt. “I only ask nicely once,” she told him. “You’re a bold piece of baggage, I’ll give you that. We’ll have to work on your manners after my coronation.” “You are not, nor will you ever be, my husband.” “I spilled my seed inside your body. By Seronite law that solidifies a betrothal. You are my wife.” “You are delusional, and I’m running out of patience.” His expression tensed and his gaze clouded. Had he just realized his only witness was dead? It was his word against hers. His nostrils flared and he slowly licked his lips. “Just your servant, that’s all you want?” “And the official annulment of our betrothal contract.” Apparently she wasn’t the only one whose patience was growing short. Before Rana realized his intention, Vihlok rushed the throne. He dragged Vega off the dais and shoved him to his knees. “I already killed one man for touching what was mine,” he snarled. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t do the same with you?”

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Vega raised his hands in front of his face as his skin turned ashen. “You’ll never get off Seronite if you harm me. Take her handmaiden and go.” “Not good enough.” He fisted his hand in the back of Vega’s hair, bringing their faces nose to nose. “My first instinct was to repay you in kind, to arrange for your transport to explode at some time in the not too distant future. The problem with that is others would die; others who had nothing to do with your decisions.” “I will never come anywhere near her,” Vega pleaded. “I’ll forget I ever knew her. What do you want from me?” “Take us to Kashi.” Vihlok dragged Vega to his feet. “If you so much as make eye contact with anyone on the way, your life is forfeit.” “How do I know you won’t kill me anyway?” “You don’t.” Vihlok shoved him toward the doors. “Move.” Vihlok walked at Vega’s side, his pulse rifle casually tucked beneath his arm. She’d seen how quickly he could snap the weapon into position and so had Vega. Fibros followed close behind them. The others waited in the main corridor, ensuring their escape route. “Many believe Devaunt will benefit from the loss of Empress Bakula,” Vega said as they descended a narrow staircase into a far less appealing level of the compound. “Murder is murder,” Rana insisted, “no matter how you justify it.” “I have admitted nothing,” Vega reminded her. “Who benefits most from the accident? Some might suspect you of the foul deed. I say whoever is responsible did the people of Devaunt a favor.” Raising her heavy skirts nearly to her waist, Rana kicked Vega squarely in the back. Vihlok pivoted to the side and Vega tumbled down the last three stairs. “You cold-hearted bastard,” she shouted. “Regardless of her faults, she was my mother! I can’t believe you would speak to me this way.” Motivated by the weapons aimed at his various body parts, Vega wisely remained silent as Kashi was released from the detention cell. She flew into Fibros’s arms and he greeted her with a consuming kiss.

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“This reunion has to wait,” Vihlok reminded them. “We’re not out of the woods yet.” They crept back up the stairs and retraced their path through the palace. Vega grew more combative with each step they took. He said nothing, but he twisted away from Vihlok’s grasp and looked around with growing agitation. “You have what you came for,” Vega protested as they reached the side door closest to where they’d left the skimmer. “There is no reason to take me with you.” Vihlok responded with a cruel smile. Rana shivered, suddenly very glad Vihlok was on her side. With an efficiency that fascinated her, Vihlok directed his men with hand signals and curt commands. They tied Vega’s hands together in front of him and loaded him into the skimmer’s middle row of seats. One guard sat on either side of him, their weapons aimed to kill. Vihlok helped her into one of the front seats and Kashi and Fibros sat in the back. Rana couldn’t help but remember her kidnapping and how disappointed she’d been that Vega hadn’t cared enough to give chase. Now she understood why. Her death would have served his purposes better -Shots rang out over the side yard of the compound. Vihlok activated the skimmer and took off at breakneck speed. Vega might not have cared enough to chase her, but his guards obviously felt obligated to retrieve their sovereign. “Can you shoot this?” Vihlok handed her his pulse rifle. She aimed well over the other passengers’ heads until she grew accustomed to the kick and the arc of each pulse. The guards followed on individual skimmers, slower, yet more nimble than theirs. Vega went wild, his boisterous struggles keeping Vihlok’s men occupied. Fibros fired fast and accurately, picking off Vega’s guards with frightening ease. Rana landed one shot in a guard’s thigh, sending his skimmer careening out of control. She released an excited yelp and Vihlok chuckled. “We’re almost there,” he told her.

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“Do you really think they’ll let you take off without releasing me?” Vihlok didn’t seem concerned with Vega’s threat, so Rana rushed onto the ship behind him. The ramp retracted and the hatch closed before Vihlok laid into Vega again. Grabbing the front of the king’s robe, Vihlok shoved him into the nearest chair as the cruiser shuddered beneath them. “Last chance,” Vihlok said. “Confess to your involvement in the explosion and we’ll settle this like civilized men.” “To my knowledge, only one of us qualifies for that distinction. I won’t be dictated to by a common criminal!” Vihlok glanced over his shoulder and into her eyes. “I told you he was destined to meet the brigand.” How could she argue with that? She inclined her head with a gentle smile then the lack of commotion caught her attention. “Why aren’t they shooting at us?” “Three different rebel factions have taken credit for his kidnapping,” Vihlok said. “We’re being escorted by a Mendovian destroyer and a Limbarian frigate. We also used decoys to scatter his forces. He didn’t stand a chance.” Vega tried to rise. Vihlok shoved him back into his seat and Fibros moved closer. “This isn’t our first kidnapping,” he told Vega. “I was amazed how many people wanted in on this particular job. You’re not very popular in certain circles.” “Do you intend to ransom me?” “Perhaps -- eventually. We’ll have to see how compatible you are with Limbarian rehabilitation programs.”

*** “You’re amazing,” Vihlok said as he pulled Rana onto his lap. They were alone, at last, in the small officers’ lounge. Fibros had taken Kashi off to bed, leaving Rana and Vihlok to update Umar on the outcome of the confrontation. Vihlok had used his contacts on Spaceport Adana to secure Umar a new identity, but he would be starting over with nothing. Rana couldn’t help feeling he’d gotten off too easily, even if he’d paved the way for the rest to unfold.

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“I was shaking so badly I could hardly speak,” she admitted. “Seeing Vega cower at your feet felt incredibly good. I know you had him transferred to the frigate after he signed the annulment, but is he being taken to Limbaria or back to the spaceport? Will he be ransomed?” “One of my acquaintances operates a rehabilitation mine in the asteroid belt on the far side of Adana. Unlike the other miners, Limbarian workers aren’t allowed to leave the premises. Mental reconditioning is part of their program. Vega won’t remember who he is by the time the Limbarians finish his rehabilitation, but he’ll have rock hard abs.” “That isn’t funny.” He shrugged. “Not only did he kill your mother with the wave of his hand, seven other people died in the explosion. There had to be a reckoning. Would you have preferred something more final and direct?” “I thought you didn’t do assassinations.” “I don’t, but I know plenty of people who do.” He kissed her, his arms firm and sheltering. “If he ever tries to escape or if any fragment of his memory survives the treatments, I will take the final step. One way or another that chapter of your life is closed. You are free to focus entirely on the future.” “And what awaits me in the future?” She brushed her lips against his. “Many of the nobles would far prefer an emperor to an empress. I intend to restore Devaunt to its former glory, but that would be so much easier with you at my side. You are Vihlok Torral. You were born to be emperor.” “My brother was born to be emperor. I was… born to be your husband, to cherish and protect you.” He kissed her palm, his lips warm against her skin. “We’ll start with that. I’m not sure I want to completely reform my uncivilized ways.” “I’ll help you be more civilized outside the bedroom, if you continue to unleash my savage nature inside the bedroom.”

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He nipped the heel of her hand then slipped his hand up under her skirt. “You’re a natural negotiator, my love, but I still have three days left on my original contract.” His mouth captured her playful objection as his fingers sank into her heat.

Aubrey Ross Aubrey Ross writes an eclectic assortment of erotic fiction. From power struggles between futuristic clans, to adventurous Mystic Keepers, her stories are filled with passion and imagination. Some of her recent awards include an EPPIE finalist, two Passionate Plume finalists, and a CAPA nomination from the Romance Studio. With a pampered cat curled on the corner of her desk, Aubrey dreams of fascinating words and larger than life adventures -- and wouldn’t have it any other way! Visit her website at www.aubreyross.com and join Aubrey’s Newsletter group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Anything-but-Ordinary/.

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