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  Yes, you do.

  She flicked Tornada a look from behind lowered lashes, the faint pink of her Bliss hit still tingeing her vision. The Archeron slave master had squealed like a little girl, babbling everything they’d wanted to know. It had very little to do with the punishing headlock she held him in. She knew that. It was the look in Tornada’s eyes that made the Archeron talk. That look had never been there before she’d almost caused his death. He’d been a ruthless agent, yes, but that look… cold death and pain absolute. She’d caused it. Created it. She’d stripped away his soul, his heart, and he’d become a merciless, brutal man. A man who still loved her.

  Irretrievably. Unconditionally. Without end. I exist to make you happy. To see you smile. To give you pleasure. I have been stripped of everything I ever held important—my title, my heritage, my station—but I do not care because I love you.

  The words of his suggested confession rang through her heated mind. Gods, why had she wanted to know what was in his heart? Why?

  Because she still loved him?

  No. No, she didn’t.

  Are you sure?

  A lump filled her throat and she licked her lips, giving Tornada a quick look.

  His profile spoke to her. Brooding, arrogant, supremely confident. Yet around those ink-black, challenging eyes could be a softness—a tenderness that only surfaced in the warm glow that enveloped him after they’d made love. She’d kissed that softness more than once, and in doing so, had made other parts of him hard again.

  Her nipples pinched painfully at the memory and she felt a slow heat spread between her thighs, making her clit throb and ache and demand attention. Rough attention. Vicious, forceful, domineering attention.

  Fuck him.

  She turned away. They would reach Boaronia Prime in five clicks. There, according to the slave master, was Crortek’s main Bliss factory and their next step, but before they arrived, she needed to get away from Tornada before her control over her body weakened and she did something she would hate herself for.

  She straightened from her seat and without a word, walked from the Skimmer’s cockpit.

  Five steps away, her heart hammering, her sex constricting and her breath shallow, she stumbled to a halt, leaning against the corridor’s wall. She pressed her palms and hot forehead to its cool surface, the metal burning her fevered flesh. Her lips parted, a soft gasp slipping from them as a wave of tension rolled through her lower body. Tears of Druentia, she needed to come. Ribbons of wet heat unfurled in the pit of her stomach, turning into stabbing shards of blatant lust as they invaded her core. She gasped again, balling her fist and thumping it against the wall, trying to force the craven want from her system. At least, until she made it to the tiny cubicle that was her quarters, then…

  Fresh cream flooded her pussy at the thought of release, followed by another spasm in her sex so forceful she bucked, her spine snapping straight, her hips smacking against the wall, ramming her mons against its icy hardness. Fuck, she couldn’t hold on.

  Control it, Jaienna!

  Eyes squeezed shut, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. The sharp pain made her sex gush with unsettling pleasure. “Gods!” she cried.

  “They deserted us long ago, Jaienna.”

  Tornada’s deep voice rumbled in her ear as hands, strong and just as affecting as she remembered, smoothed a slow line up her rib cage to close over her breasts.

  Liquid heat twisted in her pussy and she gasped—a second before she spun, grabbed Tornada by the collar and smashed his back to the wall. She fixed him with a hostile glare, her thighs pressed to his, her hips pinning him still. “I told you never to touch me.”

  He stared back at her, pitch black eyes holding her as strongly as her fists held him. “And I told you more than I ever planned.” His cock thickened against her mons. “All of which you know to be true.”

  The heat from his body, the feel of his hard, corded thighs against her own made Jaienna’s head swim. She pulled in a quick breath, and Tornada’s scent assailed her being. The pink taint in her vision intensified as the Bliss in her system reacted to his presence, almost painful as her sex contracted and pulsed. She parted her lips, wanting to hate him. Wanting to tell him to go away.

  Wanting him to take her there and then against the wall.

  “Raq…”

  His name fell from her lips, a second before Tornada crushed them with his own, his tongue invading her mouth. He sank his hands in her hair, fisted it in two fierce grips. His cock shoved at her pussy, a hot shaft demanding what she so desperately wanted to give.

  She bit at his bottom lip, his chin, his jaw. She scored a line of savage nips up to his ear, sinking her teeth into his earlobe as she rammed her folds harder to his cock. “This means nothing,” she growled, even as her hands plunged past the opening of his vest to explore his chest.

  Tornada shook his head, raking his hands down her back to cup her ass in a punishing hold. “No, Jaienna. This means everything.”

  He shoved her backward, his mouth seizing hers. Her back smashed against the opposite wall, forcing her hips into a sharp forward thrust. The wind burst from her and for a second her legs lost all strength. Tornada stopped her from falling, his hips grinding to hers, his hands cupping her breasts as his tongue plundered her mouth. She moaned, pink desire flaring in her sex. Tornada captured the raw sound with his mouth, demanding she deepen the kiss. She did, offering her tongue to his, taking great pleasure in the forceful way he sucked on it.

  His fingers mauled her breasts, squeezing and cupping with a need she understood too well. Her breasts had always been her weakness, and Tornada knew it. He’d made her come more than once just by suckling and gnawing on her nipples. She arched her back, pushing harder to his palms. The silent request had its desired effect. He ripped her combat vest open, his thumb and forefingers finding her rock-hard nipples before the ship’s cold artificial air did. She bucked against him, feeling her pussy flood with cream as shards of painful pleasure detonated in her breasts. Druentia wept! He knew her so well.

  He twisted her nipples, flicked at them, rolled the pad of his thumb over them in tight circles that made her moan. She dropped her head, closing her eyes, Bliss tingeing the blackness pink. Tornada lifted her breasts and pressed them together, his cock an insistent rod nudging at her mons. “You know what I’m going to do?”

  Jaienna nodded. She did. And she wanted him to.

  Their sex had always been savage; two beings of incomparable skill and appetites feeding each other with sweat, pain and arousal. The coupling leaving them drained and exhausted… and wanting more.

  “Yes,” she whispered, pinching his nipples between her own thumb and forefingers.

  A rumble sounded in his throat, a hoarse capitulation to his own hunger. “I don’t think I will be able to stop, Jai,” he growled. “Not now. Not after you released it from me.”

  She arched under his hands and turned her head, opening her eyes to stare into his. “Then don’t.”

  He shoved her breasts higher, harder together and clamped his mouth over both her nipples at once, sucking them so painfully her head erupted with black stars.

  “Oh, Tears of Druentia!” she cried out, knotting her fingers in his hair, holding his head to its exquisite task. His molars gnawed on the twin tips of flesh, his tongue lashed at their burning form. She shoved her hips forward, grinding her pussy to his cock. His fingers mauled the swell of her breasts in equal force, sending pulses of delicious agony through her body. Squirming tension began to build between her thighs and she whimpered. Her clit throbbed, aching for attention. She tore one hand free and plunged it between their bodies, past the waistline of her trousers until her fingers found the tiny, burning nub.

  She rubbed at it. Hard.

  Tornada bit down on her nipples and smashed his cock against the back of her hand, clearly showing her how long, thick and rigid his cock had become. She whimpered again, feeling her breasts swell with desire. Her nipples bu
rned and yet she still wanted more. Wanted him to suckle until her pussy gushed with liquid release. Sweet pain radiated through her breasts and she moaned. “Raq. Oh, gods…”

  He tore his mouth free, staring into her face with smoldering eyes. “You know I’m never going to let you go, Jaienna. Don’t you?”

  Never let you go… You are my past, my present…

  She closed her eyes. Her chest grew heavy. “Don’t,” she began.

  He grabbed at her wrist and yanked her hand from her sex, ramming his cock to the soft wet center immediately. “Don’t you?” he repeated, one hand mauling her breast, the other pinning her wrist to the wall beside her head.

  Her throat slammed shut. She bucked under him, her sodden pussy and swollen clit demanding more. Bliss burnt her lungs, desire burnt her soul. “Tornada,” she whispered, pressing her palm to his heart. “I can’t—”

  “Don’t you!” he growled, pinching her nipple in a punishing vise.

  She cried out, rapture pooling in her pussy.

  Abruptly, he stepped back, grabbed at the front of her trousers and tore it wide. “Don’t you! Say it!”

  Cold air razed her fevered flesh, licked at her suddenly exposed sex. She flung her eyes open wide, staring at Tornada as he destroyed the distance between them again, his hands shoving her trousers down past her hips with savage force. “After everything you’ve done to me, after everything you’ve made me reveal, do you really think I would let you walk out of my life when Crortek is dead?”

  “Tornada…” Jaienna moaned, pushing her hips forward, offering her sodden sex even as she shook her head. “Please, don’t…”

  His fingers gripped her hips and he yanked her to his still sheathed erection. “Tell me you know you’re mine forever, Jaienna,” he ground out, black eyes flashing, unreadable. “Tell me and I will take you to the Nine Heavens and make them your home.”

  She stared at him, her blood boiling, her body thrumming with need. She lifted her leg, kicked it free of her trousers and wrapped it around Tornada’s hip, aligning the drenched lips of her pussy to the rigid swell of his cock. “Take me.”

  The order made Tornada’s breath catch. He studied her for a beat, his cock burning into the junction of her thighs, his grip on her wrist and breast growing firmer. “Always,” he said.

  Without pause, he dropped to his knees and closed his mouth over her folds.

  “Oh, gods!” Jaienna rammed her head back and her hips forward, her palms flattening to the wall in an effort to anchor herself against the waves of concentrated pleasure crashing over her. Tornada’s tongue flicked at her clit, drew it from its tiny hood to let his teeth nip at its swollen form. She bucked, tightening her leg around his neck, pulling his head closer to her sex.

  His hands stole up the length of her thigh, over the curve of her ass. His fingers brushed at her nether-lips, delving into her slit even as he tortured her clit with his tongue. She moaned, eyes squeezed shut, head pressed to the wall. Bliss surged through her, hot and insatiable. Tornada fed its need, his fingers driving up into her pussy until he found the sweet spot.

  “Yes!”

  His tongue lashed at her clit, rolled it back and forth, side to side. He withdrew his fingers from their worshipping of her sex and she felt him shift, heard the metal fasteners of his trousers clink. She didn’t need to see it to know he now gripped his unyielding erection, pumping it in a grip slicked wet with her juices.

  She arched her back, feeling the tension in the pit of her stomach build. Growing wet and tight and urgent.

  Tornada lapped at her pussy, pushing his tongue past her folds, wriggling it in frantic strokes, and returning to her clit again. She moaned, ramming her heel into the back of his neck, her skin tingling. She was going to come. She could feel her climax in her spine.

  Brought to orgasm by the one man you hate…

  But she didn’t hate him. Not now. Not after learning the truth.

  The realization sent an explosive jolt of wet rapture into her very being. She cried out, eyes snapping open, fingers flattened to the wall.

  The raw sound whipped Tornada to his feet. In one fluid move, he curled his arm under her knee, drew her leg up higher and plunged his cock into her spread sex.

  “Gods!” Jaienna screamed, his thickness stretching her to painful limits, filling her with pure ecstasy. She thrust into him, taking him deeper and deeper with each roll of her hips. Their rhythm was perfect. As it always was. He pumped into her, balls slapping against her ass-cheeks, lips scoring a frantic path up her bowed neck to her mouths. Her climax built with each penetration, driving her higher, higher, higher. Her skin tingled, her sex constricted. She was so close…

  “I love you, Jaienna Ti,” Tornada whispered against her mouth, his fingers caressing the side of her face, his length swelling with release inside her folds.

  She felt his seed pump into her, felt its thick power fill her.

  He loved her. Always had. Despite everything she’d done to him, he loved her.

  She opened her eyes and stared at him. Saw him clearly, without the faintest hint of pink tingeing her vision at all. The Bliss was gone from her system. Entirely. What propelled her now were her own emotions.

  Jaienna’s heart hammered in her chest. Her own passion.

  Her orgasm hit her. An eruption rivaling an exploding sun. She sank her nails into his shoulder, threw back her head and cried, “Gods, Tornada, I love—”

  The scalding tingling of her skin told her what was happening before she saw the lights. She flinched, her eyes locking on Raq’s…

  …before every molecule in her body was torn apart and she was translocated off Tornada’s Skimmer. Torn from his hold in the beat of a heart to reform, molecule by molecule in a cold, dark holding area, her wrists locked in steel manacles, her back, shoulders and ass flattened against a surface that thrummed with energy. A Xolotlan oral-pleasure chair.

  “Hello, slave,” a familiar voice said from the shadows, a stench she knew well raping her sinuses. “I’ve missed you.”

  Chapter 4

  He hadn’t changed much. His skin was still a hideously mottled blue, his ample gut still a wobbling mass of indulgence, his reptilian face still as ugly and repulsive as ever. What was different about Psy Lyso—her former master and Crortek’s once primary Bliss dealer—was the look of violent desperation in his blood-pink eyes. And his tail.

  Despite the apprehension and fury bubbling in her chest, despite the rolling pulses quaking her body, clenching her sex, Jaienna couldn’t resist smirking. The Xolotlan race drew social status from their tails and Lyso’s had been a tail worthy of envy—until she’d shattered it completely in Crortek’s main sex-den, that was.

  She flicked him a dark grin as he stepped completely from the tiny room’s shadows. “I like your stump, Lyso.”

  “It aches continuously,” he said, drawing closer to her, those desperately crazed eyes raking over her. “A constant reminder of you.” He returned her grin, and a chilly finger of uneasiness raced up Jaienna’s spine. “I’ve grown to enjoy it, actually.”

  Jaienna cocked an eyebrow, testing the restraints imprisoning her, her pussy still fluttering with her fading orgasm. “I’m sure you have.”

  He closed the distance between them, drawing a slow line down the length of her torso with a stubby clawed finger. “Do you realize that, apart from a blowjob interrupted by the shikz-fucking Terran Boundary Guardian, I have yet to be truly serviced by you?”

  Jaienna curled her lip, the memory of that moment making her blood heat. A bittersweet memory—Lyso’s dick in her mouth and the first time she saw Zeric Arctos. “You do remember I’m not a slave, don’t you? I distinctively recall telling Crortek exactly who I am back in The Pit while you gibbered on the floor with a broken tail, as ineffectual and pathetic as always.”

  Lyso’s hand paused for a moment on her belly before his fingers skimmed the smooth curve of her mons. “Yes, I do. But tell me, Jaienna, what’s more arousing,
more fuckable, than an Intel-Patrol agent forced into sexual slavery by the very master she deceived?”

  Jaienna clenched her fists, the thought of Lyso’s sick fantasies making her stomach churn and her anger rise. “Jak Thorson shot you,” she growled through gritted teeth. “So why do you still stink up the Boundaries with your existence?”

  Lyso slid his fingers deeper between her thighs, his claws scraping at the soft lips of her sex with deliberate promise. “You are wet,” he noted with a leering grin. “Did I interrupt something?”

  “Fuck you, Lyso.”

  He chuckled, rolling a fingertip over her hooded, still sensitive clit. “It’s a little known fact Xolotlans have the ability to regenerate during a period of hibernation,” he continued, his eyes flaring with pure contempt. “Everyone in The Pit thought I was dead, including Crortek. As soon as his grunts threw my body on the pile of corpses out the back I crawled away.”

  Jaienna glared at him, unable to miss the resentful gloating in his voice. “On your belly, no doubt.”

  His pointed teeth flashed in a wide leer. “The very belly you will be pressed under as I ram my cock into your cunt.”

  “So is that why I’m here? Just so you can fuck me? You spent all that time cowering away just so you could shoot your load?”

  Lyso’s leer stretched into a smug smirk. “I was Crortek’s best Bliss dealer and how did he repay me? He disrespected me. He took my slave, treated me like scum, and dumped me on a stinking pile of dead Boaronians.” He leant toward her, tongue flicking at the air in excited little jabs. “I will show him who Pys Lyso is.” He pressed his hand harder to her sex, one fat finger parting her folds with furious force. “And I will start by possessing that which he wants.”

  Jaienna gave him a flat look, her jaw tight. “Do you really think Crortek gives a prig’s ass about me?” Her mind raced with possibilities, all ending with Lyso climaxing and her planting the suggestion in his mind to blow the top of his head off with a Xolotlan Blaster. She shifted slightly, knowing that any moment he would stop his inane dribble and pathetic bluster and begin his assault of her body. The oral-pleasure chair was thrumming underneath her, ready to accentuate their every sensation. The thought of bringing the Xolotlan to orgasm made her sick, and coldly happy at once.