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I push myself away from her, giving her my back. “We’ll see,” is all I say.
With a huff, Shae shoves herself to her feet and stomps across the room. “I’m going to take a bath, and then I’m going to bed.” Then she disappears into the cleansing room.
As soon as I hear the cleaner’s door close, I drop back into the chair and pull at the crotch of my pants, where my engorged cock is strangling.
This female will be the death of me before this is all over.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Shae
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Once again, I’m dressed in the gold and turquoise gown Volethos gave me on the cruiser before we came here. My holo-suit and mask are in place, with breakfast sitting heavy in my stomach as I give myself one last look in the mirror. Smoothing down the revealing dress that shows more skin than it covers, I gather my courage to leave the safety of the bathroom.
In the main room, Volethos is standing with his back to me. So, I take a moment to study him. He’s got his holo-suit on, and I notice it’s not as jarring to me anymore. As much as I’m growing accustomed to this handsome façade, I still much prefer the roughed-up version that is his alone. The pretty face he puts on is just that. But when he looks at me with his pale gold eyes and craggy face—for reasons unknown to me, that’s what makes my pulse race.
I woke up curled against him again this morning. Or rather, we were curled into each other. My cheek was resting on his chest, tucked under his chin, and his arms were locked around me. I had a leg draped over his waist, and his knee was wedged between my thighs.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I remind myself that I’m not supposed to be catching feelings. I’m here to take down the kingpin of an intergalactic trafficking organization.
Volethos’s chin turns to the side, and then he spins around. His blue eyes swirl as he stares back at me. He’s wearing a billowy shirt, similar to the one he wore when we arrived, only this one is gray and tucked into a tight-fitting pair of pants.
“Ready?” he rasps, his eyes lingering on my chest where my breasts might spill from the dress at any moment.
“What should I expect today?” I jerk my chin in a nod.
His swirling eyes darken when they lift to meet mine. “Today we’re scheduled to be in thePlayroom.”
“Great.” I brace myself for it to be exactly what I’m imagining, and I’m imagining some XXX-ratedFifty Shadesshit. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I nod again. “Alright then, let’s get this over with.”
Reaching out, Volethos curls his fingers around my upper arm with a low laugh. “How very dauntless of you.”
“Don’t patronize me,” I snarl at him. “You’re not going to have a whole room of aliens trying to fuck you.”
“Don’t be so sure of that,” he snorts back.
Remembering the giant orc alien who seemed to swing both ways, I grimace and send up a plea—or maybe even a prayer—to anyone or anything who might be listening, that we make it through this unscathed.
Our destination is at the end of a long hallway. With his arm loosely curled around me, his large hand resting on my hip where my dress is tied together, he reaches out to an unassuming door before we’re sucked into darkness.
A low, pulsing euphony washes over me. The pounding beat matches my heartbeat and tightens in my stomach. The lighting is low, and the room is washed in red and black. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust, but once they do…
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
The sounds of sex begin to filter through the throbbing beat that surrounds us. The room is about half the size of the banquet room we were in yesterday, and it’s set up much like a gym. Only, instead of weight machines and treadmills, there are crosses with shackles and benches. Rather than shelves with free weights, there are whips and plugs and dildos.
My breath stutters in my lungs, and my eyes peel wide as I take in more and more of the room. Males and females are strung up or tied down. Teased and fucked. Their cries are a mingling of pleasure and pain.
Volethos’s palm slides against mine and intertwines our fingers. When he starts to pull me further into the room, I resist. I’m not so sure about any of this. Pulling back, I try to shake off his grip. Suddenly his body is surrounding mine, and his mouth is at my ear,
“Trust me,” he whispers.
But I don’t—do I? I shouldn’t. And yet, I let myself relax. His fingers squeeze around mine, and this time, when he pulls me farther into the room, I don’t resist.
Along with the sounds, the heady smell of sex is unmistakable. There is something else too. A sharp incense, or maybe some kind of pheromone, that tickles my nostrils and makes heat curl low in my belly until I want to moan from it.
Following behind Volethos, I can’t help feasting on the scenes we pass. Females shackled spread eagle while they are whipped and teased. A male lying on his back across a bench, his head hanging over the edge with a cock down his throat while a female rides him. Two males fucking violently against the wall. Two females pleasuring a male while also pleasuring each other. And any combination in between.
