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  “You say that now, but someday you’ll thank me. Don’t fight this. I’d rather our time together be pleasant. If you force me, I’ll tie you to a llamyx for the journey.”

  For a moment her lips trembled, before she thinned them to a straight line and lifted her chin. “Fuck you.”

  Relieved she hadn’t given into tears, which would have annoyed the hell out of him, Drago replied, “Before we leave, I’ll need to see what we’ve got to work with here—if I’m to get you into the catalog in time.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “You’re going to list me in a catalog?”

  “You’ll be sold at auction. The auctioneer will want advance notice of your attributes to stir interest and attract the highest bidders.”

  “You’re going to sell me in an auction?” Her voice rose. “I’m not an animal.”

  “It’s the custom here.”

  Her face as black as an angry storm cloud, she rose from her chair. “No. Forget it. I’m not going anywhere with you. I won’t cooperate.”

  “Sweetheart, you’ll cooperate. If you don’t, men will assume you’re playacting and that submission is your game. Do you want some S&M freak to purchase you?”

  “I’ll tell them I was abducted and have no wish to be sold.”

  He laughed. “They won’t believe you. No woman on Arturia would pass up an opportunity to catch the Hazar’s eye.”

  She didn’t answer, but her scowl deepened. Reddened cheeks and the stubborn set of her chin said she wasn’t going to make his life easy.

  Drago straightened. “Let’s get started. Take off your clothes.”

  She folded her arms over her chest.

  “You can take them off yourself, or I’ll assume you prefer I do it.”

  “Oh yeah? You and what army?”

  “Oh, I’ll get them off, but they’ll be in shreds. And tomorrow, you’ll spend the day on the back of a llamyx buck naked.”

  Drago waited while the woman’s thoughts paraded across her face. Stubborn resistance, followed by a desperate desire for escape. And finally resignation. She reached for the neck of her cloak, unfastened it, and let it slide down her body to the ground.

  His gaze flickered over her lithe form, defined by the sleek, black reclamation suit that conformed to her curves. His attention was arrested by her chest. Her breasts were enormous, and while he stared the tips jutted against the fabric. His mouth grew dry, and his loins stirred and tightened.

  Her expression set in stony rebellion, the woman lifted a hand to the fastener at the top of the suit, and opened it, peeling it down her body until she stood nude before him.

  Drago couldn’t drag his attention from her breasts, noting the unusual peach color of the aureoles that framed rosy-brown nipples.

  His breath grew ragged and he realized the woman should fear his intentions. His erection pressed uncomfortably against the placket of his breeches. Although accustomed to the company of nude beauties, this one stirred him more than the others. Not willing to acknowledge his interest might be for more than a quick ride, he reluctantly forced his gaze to descend past her slightly rounded belly to the triangle of blonde hair. This was a woman a man could spend a lifetime exploring. A twinge of regret was all he allowed himself to feel. Ruthlessly pushing away that emotion, he forced himself to remember she was merely a commodity.

  Reaching into his pocket, he removed the small transmitter, placed the earpiece in his left ear and pointed the microphone toward his mouth. “What’s your name?”

  “Calandra. Calandra Jones,” she spat the words at him.

  “Gentlemen,” he said into the microphone, “Calandra is a natural blonde.”

  Chapter Two

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  Calandra simmered while the trader listed her attributes to his unseen audience as if she were a racehorse.

  “Her hair’s the color of ripening wheat” and “she possesses eyes the vivid blue of a summer sky” were only mildly embarrassing. But as he described her skin as “white as cream from a Samureen cow,” her breasts as “the size of melons, with large peach-colored areoles,” and her hips “broad enough to whelp a litter of Arturian pups,” she began to plot his murder.

  When he wet his fingertips and tugged the tips of her breasts to describe the length they reached, she decided a quick death was too good for him.

  If only he had a face to match his black heart. Instead, his features were ruggedly handsome, sharply etched with danger. Dark as the devil. His brown-black hair, cut short as a Dominion soldier’s, and deep olive complexion lent a sinister, yet sexy, caste to his appearance.

  And he was tall. She’d always had a thing for big men. When he circled her to describe her body in minute detail, she felt small and very, very feminine.

  To her dismay, his matter-of-fact comments and passionless caresses slowly turned her on. Her breasts grew heavy, and her areoles dimpled tightly. Her feminine core wound like a spring with each sweep of his gaze across her chest and hips.

  When he squeezed a buttock to test the firmness, she shuddered, and her traitorous body released a trickle of feminine excitement.

  “Jump up,” he said, indicating the desk behind him.

  She was grateful for the suggestion—her knees trembled. But once she sat on the edge, she was sure her thighs spread every bit as wide as a Samureen cow’s.

  He shook his head. “No, lie back.”

  Pride demanded she refuse, but desire proved stronger. Perhaps, he’d take her now.

  When she reclined, he encouraged her to raise her legs and grip the edge of the desk with her heels. With only a light pressure at her knees, he persuaded her to spread her legs apart.

  Her stomach quivered, and she smelled her own ripening arousal. The heady combination of submission and wide-open exposure—her two favorite turn-ons—was more than her body could resist.

  Her eyes closed. Better to imagine another circumstance, rather than lying on a shabby desk, splayed wide for this man’s clinical observations.

  She didn’t care, he thought her whore. And at this moment, didn’t care he trafficked in human flesh. Her flesh trembled with need.

  Unfortunately, he seemed unaffected. Standing between her legs, he continued his endless recitation. “Labia are delicate folds, rosy to bright red.” He raked his fingers through her hair. “The hair covering her mons is surprisingly soft, and a shade or two darker than the hair on her head.”

  She gasped as fingers pulled back the hood of skin that concealed her clit. “Clitoris is a bright red when aroused.”

  Her eyes flew open and met his gaze.

  He raised a single brow.

  Angry that he mocked her response, she rose up on her elbows, ready to leave her perch.

  A butterfly touch flicked across the kernel of her clit. Nerves beneath the surface shot a signal to her brain and released the floodgate of her passion. She gasped when a single long finger pressed inside, and her hips rose to deepen the penetration.

  He withdrew the finger and brought it to his mouth. He licked it clean. “Her dew tastes of salt and spice,” he said, his voice rough, “and she releases a generous wash of pre-come.”

  With the same finger, he traced a path leading beyond her cunt, finally grazing the delicate mouth of her anus, and then circled it twice.

  Calandra moaned, her head rolling from side to side. “Please,” she whispered.

  “Sorry, sweetheart. The auction house owns your response. I will only describe it.”

  Incredulous, Calandra cried, “You’re going to leave me like this?”

  He seemed amused by her strident complaint. “I’m not cruel. I don’t intend to come inside you, we haven’t the time, but I can give you relief.”

  “Damn you. You knew I was becoming aroused. Why didn’t you stop?”

  “I needed to see your response to describe it. Arturian males crave real passion from a woman before they become aroused. They can smell deceit. So don’t ever try to fake it or hold back.”

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e rolled her eyes. As if she could hold back a thing. “All right, so you won’t fuck me. Do something!”

  He smoothed a hand down the inside of her thigh. Calandra’s hips rose, inviting him into her center. He pressed a finger into her channel and circled.

  Calandra lay back against the desk and rolled her hips, following the motion of his hand. Her arousal resumed its climb, curling inside her belly. Her hands sought her breasts, and she caressed nipples that were painfully stiff. “Ah…Ah,” she moaned.

  He shoved one of her hands aside and leaned over her breast. Opening his mouth wide, he drew the tip deep inside his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. He shoved another two fingers into her vagina and pushed deep.

  Filled with gliding fingers, and overwhelmed by the attention her sensitive breast was receiving, Calandra’s thoughts shattered. Her hips pumped on his hand, her head rolling wildly. Her own fingers slid down her stomach to her clitoris and she rubbed it vigorously. So close! “Oh God. I need more…Please, eat me.”

  “Hell.” He withdrew.

  For a moment she thought he’d halted his lovemaking and she bit back a protest. Instead, Calandra groaned, now desperate to come. Her fingers continued to work on her swollen clit, sliding her juices over the hardened kernel. Her hips undulated, seeking to be filled.

  She heard the scrape of a chair and opened her eyes to see him place the chair at the end of the desk. When he sat, his breath washed over her cunt. Oh yes! Now! Now! Now!

  She rose on her elbows to watch as he spread the lips of her pussy. “Do it. Eat me,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

  “You’re not the least bit inhibited, are you sweetheart?” He bent his head, and his tongue flickered lightly over her clit.

  Her knees trembled and her pussy wept. Calandra gripped the edge of the desk, fighting a scream building in her throat.

  He lapped at the moisture that seeped from her, spearing his tongue inside.

  “More. I need more. Come inside me,” she begged. Fuck me, now! But she didn’t let him see just how wild she was. The bastard already knew her body too well.

  Ignoring her command, he licked his way back up to her clit, then placed his lips around it and sucked hard. At the same time, he slipped three fingers into her cunt, and pressed his thumb into her asshole. He thrust his fingers in and out, faster and faster.

  Finally, Calandra let herself go, her hips undulating wildly. She shouted, “Bloody hell, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Deeper!”

  Then she exploded, her orgasm rising from her toes, stiffening her legs, her hips. She held her breath while her body released the coiled tension, and feminine come bathed the fingers shoved deep inside her.

  Calandra slid her hand down her belly and lower, between her legs, her fingers stroking herself and his strong hand. She thanked him silently, rubbing over his knuckles, kneading the balls of his palm. He might have made her his captive, but he hadn’t denied her need. Was this something she could build on? And as powerful as her arousal had been, how had he resisted taking her?

  While the last tremors of passion rocked her, Calandra wondered what cruel act of fate brought her a man who matched her every fantasy, yet didn’t find her equally irresistible.

  How would she convince him to let her go? She couldn’t give up her dream. Somehow, she must persuade him to grant her freedom to continue her journey to New Australia to begin her independent life—without responsibility for anyone but herself.

  As the lethargy of passion’s aftermath relaxed her body, she wondered if he could be seduced, and if her heart was strong enough to resist his sensual allure.

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  Drago pushed back his chair and stood. Turning his back, he dragged air into his lungs, willing his heart to slow its pace. With his back to her, he adjusted his cock, which rose painfully, nearly poking beyond the waistband of his breeches.

  Having denied himself relief, Drago forced his mind back to business. He still had a journey into the desert to organize.

  “What’s your name?” Calandra called from behind him.

  He glanced over his shoulder to see the woman still draped across the desk, her hands indolently caressing her breast and belly. Her features were warm and softened by her release.

  He gritted his teeth before answering, “Drago Chavez.”

  She straightened one bent knee and let her leg drape over the edge of the desk toward the floor. Her thighs spread wider and he could see her pussy glistening with feminine cream. When she noted his attention, she smiled and rolled her thigh outwards, exposing the fullness of her plump cunt.

  One hand slid low on her belly, tangled in her pubic hair, and then drifted lower. A finger dipped into her pussy and swirled inside.

  Withdrawing the finger, she brought it to the crest of one pouting nipple and painted it with her dew.

  Her boldness was an aphrodisiac. Arturian women were known for their subtlety and restraint. And he’d had a steady diet of restraint for two years. If he had the time, he’d want nothing more than to spend a week inside her pussy, drowning in her heat and unbridled passion. Drago’s cock pulsed with the need to plunge inside her depths. His back grew rigid as he fought her siren’s call.

  He took a step toward her, then stopped. There wasn’t time for this. She deliberately tempted him—spread wide over his desk like an offering. Her pussy open and reddened with her passion—how easy it would be to slide inside her…

  Frustration made him angry enough to resist—just. He wondered what game she played now. Did she think he would set her free if she pleasured him?

  “You are one stubborn man.” Calandra rose from the desk. She shoved him down into the chair he’d sat in previously, and then leaned over him, her glorious breasts dangling in front of his face. “I’m not satisfied yet. You promised I would have anything a woman could want. I want you.”

  Drago let her lead, his will flagging now that her impressive incentives hovered over his lips.

  She straddled his lap, her warm, wet cunt gliding along the rigid pole of his sex still trapped inside his breeches. With a hand cupping one breast, she traced his lips with her nipple.

  Drago resisted, trying not to note the velvet areole or the pungent aroma of her arousal. But when she clasped the back of his head and directed his face toward her breast, he surrendered the last of his restraint and opened his lips wide to suck it into his mouth. The taste of her come coating the nipple exploded on his tongue and he groaned, his hands reaching for her buttocks.

  Squeezing hard, he pushed and pulled her hips to slide her pussy over his cock.

  “Harder, suck me harder,” she said, her head falling back as she shoved her chest higher.

  Lost to her boldness, he obeyed, rolling the distended nipple between his teeth, chewing gently. Then swirling his tongue around it, he suctioned. Had he realy thought a week would be enough? Her breasts could feed his desire for a month!

  She panted like a cat and ground her cunt down against his cock. “The other one. Bite the other one.”

  Releasing her tit with an audible pop, he turned his head and roughly rooted at its twin until he found the aureole, warm and soft as velvet. He tongued the end of her nipple, fluttering against it.

  “Harder! You’re killing me,” she complained loudly.

  Instead, he slowly explored her breast, sliding his lips and tongue over the mound and beneath to the tender underside, building her passion as he stoked the fire in his belly.

  With an oath, she shoved his face away and climbed off his lap. Her hands ripped open his shirt and pulled it from his pants. She pushed his knees apart and knelt between them.

  Drago’s heart leapt to his throat and he felt the heavy, pounding need pulse in his cock.

  Leaning toward him she nuzzled the side of his neck, while scraping her pointed tits across his bare chest. She licked a path downward, paused at his nipples and gently tortured them with her teeth. “This is how you do it.”

  Drago vowed he�
��d never again consider attention to his nipples as a mildly pleasurable form of foreplay. Red-hot current shot from his chest to his groin.

  Then she reached for the front of his breeches.

  Drago tried to remind himself of the job at hand—that this coupling needed to be quick. That Kaspar and Gilbert would come for them when the beasts were ready. But her hands poised atop his straining erection blew every coherent thought from his mind. His brain was rooted at the apex of his thighs. He had to have her—now!

  He winced as she yanked down the slide, but relief followed immediately when finally his eager flesh rose from the opening.

  Calandra didn’t give him time to consider her next move. She wrapped both fists around him and bent her head to take the head of his cock into her mouth. When she slid down the length of him, his hips rose, seeking the warm glide of her tongue, until he bumped against the back of her throat.

  Moaning, he combed his fingers into her cloud of blond hair to anchor her mouth where he needed it most. Her head bobbed, her mouth suctioned, her teeth grazed the length of him. Drago’s cock pulsed, his stomach and thighs grew hard as rock, his balls tightened painfully and nested high in his groin as he ascended toward his climax.

  Abruptly, she withdrew and stood. Drago reached for her, ready to pull her to the ground and finish it. Instead, she gripped his shoulders and planted her feet on opposite sides of the chair. Determination hardened her features as she straddled his lap and impaled herself on his cock, crying out as she descended.

  Her channel was hot and tight and it spasmed when he butted against her womb. She held herself still for a long moment.

  Then Drago felt a ripple caress his cock from end to root. A loud moan erupted from deep inside his chest.

  She gasped and circled her hips.

  Drago reached for her hips to guide her, but she resisted and lifted up slowly, stopping at the ridge circling the head of his cock, and then lowered herself fully onto him. Slowly, she pumped up and down, gradually increasing the pace, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps. Then, finally, she bounced vigorously on his lap.