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He clearly doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, so I follow him out of the hovercar and into the compound, past the guards. The doors slide open for us, and as soon as we walk inside, I get hit with the smell of something floral.
With Keon’s hand on the small of my back, we walk together, my heels clicking over the hard floor. I want to kick them off, my feet ache, but I don’t. I should wash up, at least, but before I can get to my room, I see Atlas’ silhouette. He’s backlit by dim electricity, which seems to flicker around him, two bodyguards flanking him.
He strides toward me with such purpose. I’m pretty sure he’s furious. He stops short of barreling into me, his arms crossed over his chest, his back straight.
I wait for him to ask me for an explanation, but he doesn’t. He just tilts his head down and opens his eyes, his eyes flickering a dark green as he sets his gaze on me.
I don’t know how to start explaining myself. “I…I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me,” he says, his voice surprisingly soft. For a second, it looks like he’s about to put his hands on my shoulders, but he doesn’t. Then he looks past me, and his eyes get so dark I can hardly see the green in them. “He did.”
“I can explain,” Keon says.
“Then explain,” Atlas replies.
Keon takes a step toward me. He almost puts his hand on the small of my back again, but he hesitates. I don’t think he likes to admit it, but I’m sure there’s a small part of him that’s scared of Atlas.
“After the show, she still needed to wind down,” he explains. “It affected her a lot. I didn’t want her to get mobbed by the audience so I decided to take her backstage, but even that wasn’t enough. She needed to feel normal, Atlas. I gave her a taste of normalcy. You, better than anyone, know how hard it is not to be normal. She also needed some time to adapt. She’s just a girl from Earth…”
“She’sright here,” I say. I know he’s trying to help me, but I think he’s laying it on a little thick. “I didn’t think you’d be mad, Atlas. You said I’m not your prisoner.”
“You aren’t,” he says. “You’re free to roam about as you need. My concern is your well-being.”
“I assure you she was taken care of,” Keon says.
Atlas narrows his eyes, as if he’s considering what Keon has just said. “You didn’t feel unsafe?” he asks, looking into my eyes.
“With him?” I ask, looking over my shoulder. It’s in my best interest that Atlas doesn’t know I can look after myself. “No. I didn’t feel unsafe.”
He takes another step toward me. I can feel static electricity on my skin as Atlas’ eyes turn a dark, sparkling green. Stars shine in his eyes like they’re reflecting the northern lights. “You were affected by the show,” he says. “I can smell it on you.”
“You smell so fucking sweet,” Keon says from behind me, his hand trailing down my bare shoulder. “I knew Atlas would love it.”
They look at each other for a long, tense second, and then Keon’s hand trails down my shoulder. His charged touch sends a shiver of electricity down my spine, through the rest of my extremities, until it feels like it’s right on my clit.
The heady mix of pain and pleasure almost makes my knees buckle. Despite the overwhelming feeling, I somehow manage to stay upright, mostly due to the way Keon is holding on to me.
“You do smell delicious,” Atlas says. “So ready to be fucked at any moment. It’s irresistible.”
I love the way he’s staring at me. I don’t know if it’s him or if it’s Keon. Maybe it’s both. I close my eyes and let the feeling run through me.
“But you still won’t touch me,” I say.
Keon’s grip tightens on my arm, his breath puffing against my skin. “He doesn’t have to touch you to make you feel good,” Keon says. “Neither one of us do. But I’m sure he’d love to see what you’re like when your holes are filled with a thick cock.”
I look up at Atlas. I think he’s going to be angry, but he doesn’t look angry. From the impressive outline of his erection in his pants, I can tell he’s enjoying the show.
“Are you really okay with this?” I manage to croak out, my voice breaking as Keon slides his hand past my arm and toward my breasts.
“All I want is for you to experience pleasure, wife,” he says. “There’s nothing quite as intoxicating.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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PENN
Every day, these men do something else that surprises me…and I’ve only been here for two days.
