Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Excuse me?” a new voice said. It was a girl with a slim figure and long hair, Kara saw dimly. She was poking her head in the room, letting some outside light into the Hellscape.
“Yeah, what is it?” the Paradisian snarled.
“I have a client here who specifically wants the woman Gaela and Nono just brought in,” the girl told him.
“What? The Trollox? Is he here already?” He sounded surprised.
The girl shook her head.
“I’m afraid not. This is a new client. He says he, uh, followed her scent here and he wants to buy her and take her home with him.”
“What? We can’t sell a golden pussy—not without getting some use out of it first!” the Paradisian protested. “I promised my Trollox client that he could have first crack at her.”
“She’s not going to live until the Trollox gets here,” Spikes said. “Look at her.”
He nodded at Kara, who was writhing in her bonds. The emptiness inside her was so bad she couldn’t think straight!
“Well, I’m not selling her to someone else before the Trollox at least gets to have her once,” the Paradisian said. “It’s not worth my life to sell her out from under him—he’d rip my fucking head off. And yours too,” he added, glaring at Spikes.
“Why not let the client who’s asking for her fuck her first—that will ease the dick-fever,” Spikes suggested. “Then we clean her up in time for the Trollox and pretend he’s the first to have her. After he’s finished with her, we can sell her to the first client—if he still wants her once she’s all stretched out by a monster Trollox cock!” He gave a crude laugh as though the idea of Kara being “stretched out” was hilarious.
The Paradisian’s third eye blinked thoughtfully.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea. Okay,” he said, turning to the girl, who had been waiting patiently. “Tell him she’s not for sale but he can fuck her for now and we’ll talk about a sale later. Got that?”
“Got it.” She nodded and Kara watched as the three of them left the room together. Oh God, what was going to happen to her? Her whole body was aching and her pussy was begging to be filled but she didn’t want to be fucked by some stranger!
She had a horrible feeling, though, that soon she wasn’t going to care who fucked her, as long as someone did. The sexual need growing inside her would see to that.
26
J’ORN
J’orn waited impatiently for them to let him go into the room with Kara. The Rage hovering at the back of his mind made him want to shove his way in and rescue her any way he could. But he had been right—there were guards at the front door and another hovering just outside the room. He didn’t even have his blaster—there was a weapons scanner at the entrance of the brothel that had detected it and he’d been forced to relinquish it before he was admitted inside.
He could smell Kara’s sweet scent—he’d been smelling it for blocks before he got here. Now that he’d tasted her, his body was even more attuned to hers. J’orn thought he could have tracked her by scent alone—never mind the tracking device he’d placed on her.
Finally the door opened and the girl he’d been speaking to at the front desk came out along with two males—one Paradisian and one Frilaxian, from the look of his spikes.
J’orn stiffened, his big hands balling into fists. Had the two of them been using her? Hurting her? He’d fucking kill them! Once more the Rage surged inside him. It was a primitive and possessive response—the berserker fury that came over a Kindred warrior when his woman was threatened.
He eyed the guard and held it back by main force of will. He wasn’t any good to Kara dead. He had to get her out of here and he couldn’t do that if he got in a fight with the fucking guard and then every other guard in the place came running.
“Excuse me, Sir,” the girl said, coming up to him. “I spoke to our two managers and they said they can’t sell the new girl yet—she’s promised to another client. However, you can pay her price and use her for a little while and they’ll be happy to talk about selling her permanently later.”
The thought of some other male “using” Kara made his jaw clenched and his teeth grind together but J’orn made himself nod. He just had to get in there with her and see if she was all right—after that he could worry about how to get her out of here.
“All right,” he said evenly. “I’ll take it. Let me see her.”
“She’ll be happy to see you—she’s going through a Deep Needing right now,” the girl said, as she let him come around to the other side of the reception desk.