“Maybe.” She faked another smile. “Sometimes, I get carried away.”
“Do you, now?” He reached out, tracing her cleavage. “Would you like to go out for drinks later tonight?”
She swallowed her revulsion. It took all her willpower not to punch him in the face. “Sure.”
“Better get going, then. The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll be finished.” He took the tray, battling a bit with his casted wrist, and inclined his head toward the car. “Get inside, sweet tits. After you’ve done your magic on that freak, I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.”
She bit her tongue to stop herself from replying. Frik deposited the cakes on the backseat before getting in beside her. She shifted as close to the door as she could get. It didn’t stop him from putting his hand on her thigh.
“Tonight is Drako’s last chance,” he said, starting the engine.
She turned in her seat to face him. “What do you mean?”
“If he doesn’t deliver, you’ll never have to lay eyes on him again.”
The air squeezed from her lungs. “What will happen to him?”
“We’ll send him to Research.”
Dear God, was there no end to the man’s cruelty? “If he delivers?”
“Well, then you’ve got your work cut out for you.” He winked.
At the building where they kept Drako, Frik marched her down the corridor with his arm around her shoulders as if he owned her while she carried the tray of cupcakes. Pete lifted an eyebrow when they approached, his gaze flickering between her and Frik.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Cupcakes,” Frik replied.
She doubted Pete had been referring to the confectionary. More likely to their intimate stance, but she didn’t reply.
Two of the guards stepped closer, their interest piqued.
“These are for all of you,” she said, depositing it on a table in the hallway stacked with an urn, instant coffee, and Styrofoam cups. “It’s to say thank you for yesterday.”
“That was hardly necessary,” Pete said.
Her heart threatened to explode from her chest with every lie that spilled from her mouth. If they didn’t believe her, or one of them didn’t eat the cake, she was dead.
She shrugged, hoping she appeared nonchalant and not as nervous as she felt. “You don’t have to eat them if you’re on a diet.”
“I’m not on one,” one of the guards said, grabbing a cupcake and peeling off the paper. He ate half of it with one bite, humming his approval. “This is delicious.”
“Thanks,” she said, repressing the urge to bite her nails. “Glad you like it.” She’d been concerned that the copious amounts of sugar, chocolate, and caramel fudge wouldn’t mask the bitter aftertaste of the tranquilizer.
“Are you ready to try again?” Pete asked. “This time, I’m not unchaining that bastard. There’s no telling what he’ll do when his hands come free.”
“I only have one request.” She didn’t have to act apprehensive. That part came naturally. “Leave the door open. If anything happens, I want to know I can get out immediately.”
“Nothing is going to happen. If he had the strength to break the chains, he would’ve done so by now. We used reinforced titanium.”
“Still, I’d feel safer if the door was open.”
“Fair enough. I supposed yesterday was traumatic.” Pete nodded at Frik. “Take her inside.”
To her dismay, Frik didn’t let go of her while he ushered her inside. On the contrary, he seemed to make a big display of touching her.
Drako lifted his head when they entered. His eyes didn’t turn to the beautiful golden color she’d gotten used to, but to dirty copper. He first looked at the scarf tied around her neck, and then at her shoulder where Frik’s hand rested. Fury radiated from him as Frik hugged her tighter and kissed her on the mouth.
“See you later, sweet tits.” He pressed his lips to her ear and said loud enough for Drako to hear, “I’m going to fuck your pussy so sore you’ll remember me for weeks.”
Inwardly, she winced, but she had no choice but to offer Frik something that resembled an agreeable smile.
At the gesture, the chains restricting Drako’s arms pulled tight.
“Do your thing, baby.” Frik took a sample flask from the gurney and pressed it into her hand. “Tonight I want to see his cock ejaculate. This jar better be full when I come back for you. We’re not paying you a million for nothing.” Frik slapped her ass and walked from the room, leaving the door open.
Alone in the room with Drako, she lifted her gaze to receive the full blow of his scorn.
His eyes narrowed, watching her with a predator’s intensity as she neared. “You said you weren’t taken.”
“I said I wasn’t married,” she said for the benefit of the microphone and the agents who were watching.
He uttered a wry laugh. “You also said you weren’t associated with them. No wonder I couldn’t smell your lie.” His lips thinned. “I should’ve asked if you worked for them. Are you even a real nurse?”
Frik appeared in the door, a stun gun in his good hand. “If he’s giving you trouble, I can teach him some manners, show him how we behave on this planet.”
“It’s okay,” she said, glancing nervously over her shoulder at Frik. “I just need some privacy without you hovering in the door.”
The agent touched his crotch, adjusting a hard-on. “Get on with it, then. I’ll enjoy the show. I may even jack off while watching.”
She cringed. When Frik disappeared, she stared at up Drako with what she hoped looked like an apology. Not moving her eyes from his, she ran her fingers gently up his thigh.
He bunched his jaw and ground his teeth, but his cock was already stirring.
“You’re a good person,” he said. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I’m not good,” she said, thinking about the tranquilizer she’d stolen from the hospital, the pills in her bag she’d bought from the black market, and the lies she’d spun to Caitlin.
“You are,” he insisted, his gaze already changing from that clouded coppery tone to gold.
She dragged her fingers closer to his crotch, regretting it but unable to prevent the sparks that tingled in her fingers at the feel of his skin. “Why would you say that?”
“They,” he spat the word out, his tone bitter, “asked what I was. You were the only one who asked who I was.”
Her fingers reached his scrotum. She caressed the soft skin until his balls contracted and pulled up into his body. His cock grew so hard it pressed flat against his abdomen, reaching way past his navel.
“Don’t do it,” he said, staring down at her with a mixture of anger and lust.
Had the agents eaten the cakes? How long would it take before the drug took effect? How long could she hold this off?
Frik’s voice boomed through the microphone. “The bastard is as hard as he’s going to get. Get on with it, already, unless you want a hand. I’m more than willing to help.”
There was no turning back, now. If she didn’t go through with it, the agents would see right through her. This was their only chance.
She wrapped her hand around his girth and squeezed. He made a hissing sound. Leaving the flask on the floor, she caressed his length. She had to use both hands to encircle him completely. A deeper groan escaped his chest.
“If you do this,” he said through clenched teeth, “I’m dead. I don’t believe that’s what you really want.”
She dropped to her knees. Sliding her palm over the crest and down, she lubricated his shaft with his pre-cum.
“Zut.” Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the wall and exhaled heavily.
At the next stroke, his thighs bunched, his knees bending as far as the chains allowed. He fought his arousal, cursing and gnashing his teeth, but it was no use. He breathed harder with every stroke. When she dragged her tongue over the slit in the smooth head, he jerked his head down to watch her wit
h a molten look. She folded her lips around him, taking as much as she could, stroking the underside with her tongue. The groan he uttered almost sounded painful. He was keeping perfectly still, flattening his ass against the wall, his gaze glued to the wicked work of her lips. His grunts turned louder. He grew thicker in her mouth, more than what she could handle, but she relaxed her jaw and moved her hands faster.
Perspiration glimmered on his golden skin. She ached to rub against him, naked. Her body reacted to his, her underwear growing damp. Her pussy was swollen, and her clit throbbed with aching need. His nostrils flared as he took in every move, every second of her forced seduction.
“Ilse.” He forced out her name, his face distorted in something that seemed closer to pain than pleasure.
Hearing her name on his lips sounded so exotic, so darkly sensual and needy she couldn’t help the moan that sprouted from deep in her throat. The minute the sound escaped, he snapped. His hips went from motionless to rocking into her mouth, taking her lips with shallow strokes. Suddenly, despite the constraints, the roles were reversed. It was no longer she who was in control, but him. His pace quickened, his hips pivoting with harder thrusts.
“Zuuuut,” he gritted out, the word laced with need.
It was agonizing. She knew, because that same need reflected in her core. Forgetting they had an audience, she barely resisted the urge to touch herself. She couldn’t think straight while he was pumping into her mouth with distorted pleasure etched on his face and certainly not while his taste evoked a deep satisfaction and a warped desire to swallow him.
Almost too late, she remembered the reason for doing this. His cock jerked and his ass bunched. She pulled back, letting him slip from her mouth, eliciting a deep growl that tore from his chest. Reaching for the flask, she aimed it at his slit. His protest was only verbal, because he was still pumping himself into her hand, going faster than before. It didn’t take long to finish him off or rather for him to use her hand to finish himself off. There was no confusion about who had taken charge. Powerful streams of semen squirted into the flask. He groaned as jet after jet erupted from his body until the flask was almost full. His climax lasted a long time. It seemed to hold his body in a vice, his abdomen scrunched into a slab of rock-hard muscle and his face contorted with ecstasy. With a last jerk of his cock, the vice gave way. He tilted back his head and sagged against the wall, his chest rising and falling with hard breaths.
Unwilling to let go just yet, she stroked him softly, drying him with her palms before planting a soft kiss on the crest. At the contact of her lips, he lifted his head wearily to look at her. His expression was too murky to read. There was that fuzzy light that came with the afterglow of a powerful release, but also something disturbing, a lot darker.
Vengeance.
She got to her feet, the flask with his semen in her hand. She capped it, nervously waiting for someone to charge through the door and call her bluff. She counted to five, and then to ten, but nothing happened.
Her body was going haywire, her nervous system scrambled with painful arousal, fear, guilt, regret, and the worst of all, the knowledge that she’d leave Drako with this impression of her. Swallowing hard, she moved to the door, her mask in place, just in case. Looking around it, her heart thumped heavily as she saw the agents lying on the floor, passed out. The drug had done its job.
“Ilse.”
Drako’s voice stilled her. She looked back over her shoulder at him and then wished she hadn’t. There was enough hate in his gaze to burn her to ashes on the spot.
“This isn’t over,” he said.
She jerked back into motion, running into the hallway. Dropping the flask, she searched the guards’ pockets for the key to the shackles, but it was nowhere to be found.
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, turning in a frantic circle.
Her gaze fell on the door that had to give access to the room with the mirror. She yanked on the handle, exhaling in relief when it opened. Inside, two guards were slumped over a desk. The mirror was a horrible real-life portrait in which Drako was displayed, hanging limply in his chains. The image of his shoulders slumping dejectedly would forever haunt her memory, but there was no time to linger on it. She looked around the room. There were screens and recording equipment, but she didn’t stop to evaluate any of it. She jerked open the only drawer and went through it with distraught haste. Not there.
“Double shit.”
Holding her breath, she grabbed hold of the first guard’s hair and lifted his head. She managed to wiggle her hand into his shirt pocket, but felt nothing. She was about to go through his pants when a shadow fell through the door. Panic seized her. She froze. The guard from the parking lot stood in the frame, his automatic rifle pointed at her. This was it. She was going to die.
His gaze ran over the men lying face-down on the desk. “What the hell is going on here?” He waved the weapon at her. “What have you done? I saw them on the monitor, passing out like flies.”
She backed up to the wall. “Please. They were going to kill him.” She motioned at the mirror with her head. “They’re going to cut him up for research.”
He glanced at the prisoner.
“You don’t want to be responsible for his death. This is much bigger than national security. This is huge. I don’t know which planet he’s from, but he’s much stronger than any human being. We don’t want a whole planet of men like him to take revenge on us for torturing one of their kind to death.”
“He killed an agent.”
“He defended himself when they captured him. You know Pete’s intentions aren’t pure. You’ve seen what I did to Drako on the monitor. They want to sell his sperm to create an army of invincible soldiers. You know it’s unethical. Please, you have to help me.”
“What are you looking for?”
“The keys,” she said with renewed hope. “We have to uncuff him.”
An alarm sounded, followed by a flashing red light.
“Quickly,” she begged. “The other guards must’ve seen the ones passed out in the corridor on the monitors. They’ll be here soon.”
He hesitated a moment, his gaze flying to the screen that showed several guards rushing up the stairs.
“Please,” she said. “They’re going to kill me.”
“I don’t know where the key is, but there’s a lever that will release the cuffs in case the key’s lost.” He scurried toward the desk and pushed the guard lying over the computer keyboard aside. His finger hovered above a button on a control panel. “You better go. If they catch you, you’re dead. I’ll release him.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll say you did it and destroy the recording.”
She backtracked to the door. “Thank you.”
“Go!”
His finger came down on the button as she cleared the room.
9
Alarms blared. Red lights flashed. Drako was still recovering from the most explosive climax of his life and the bitter sentiments of betrayal when the shackles around his wrists and ankles sprang open with a click.
Free.
He stared at his hands and feet. Flexing his fingers, he took only a second to allow the blood-flow to return to his limbs before sprinting to the door. He didn’t know what was happening, but he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
As he rounded the corner, he skidded to a halt. A guard with a rifle stood in his path. The others lay on the floor, alive but motionless. Zut. He’d been caught before even making it out of his cell.
“Go,” the guard shouted, motioning with the rifle to the door at the end of the corridor. “Get out of here!”
Surprised, he wasted no time in complying. He charged down the corridor and through the door, using the stairs to make his way to the rooftop. It was too dangerous to use the elevator. The guards could easily intercept it. The door to the warehouse was sealed, but it didn’t take much force to pluck the electronic panel from the wall. The locking mechanism sh
ort-circuited, sparks flying everywhere. He dug his fingers between the wall and the door, pulling so hard he left indents in the metal. With a creak, the door gave, sliding open. Four baffled technicians in lab coats stared at him. They were unarmed. Their elimination wouldn’t be necessary. They backed to the far side of the room. The ones not clutching clipboards to their chests threw their arms up in the air. Not sparing them a glance, he rushed to his pod and threw out the seat. From the storage space underneath, he retrieved the nano-healer. Then he scanned the pieces of the dismantled control board until he spotted the signal box. The monitors mounted on the walls showed armed guards hurrying up the stairs. From the distance remaining to the rooftop and the speed at which they were running, he judged it would take them less than five minutes to reach the warehouse. Already having determined an escape route during his previous visit up there, he didn’t have to search. He activated the self-destruction button lodged in the front of the pod that would disintegrate it into nothingness, doing away with every piece of evidence, including the parts on the floor.
With the nano-healer and signal box clutched in his hands, he aimed for the windows. Running at full speed, he projected his body through the partially intact glass. What was left of it broke with a splintering sound. In a few more strides, he reached the helicopter. He was clambering inside when the first guards cleared the stairs. His enhanced hearing picked up the excited blabbering of the technicians as they directed the men outside. Before they could make it to the hole in the window, he had the blades spinning. A bullet tore through the air as he lifted off. Before a second could hit the craft, he tipped it sideways and angled down, using the buildings as a shield.
It was a good thing he’d gone to the trouble of learning how to fly this ancient machine. It wasn’t as easy as the simulators he’d practiced on, but after a few tosses and a downward spiral, he got the hang of it. Far out of the line of fire, he straightened the craft and lifted high above the buildings. He needed somewhere safe to land, somewhere where he could heal himself and fix the communication box to send a distress signal to Krina. He opted for south, heading away from the residential suburbs. It wouldn’t be long before the SS had another flying craft, maybe one of their fighter jets, on his tail. Landing soon was the safer option.
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