Yazmine nodded.
“You know who helped me through it all?”
“Kane?” Yazmine asked.
“Yes, but mainly JB. He was always there when I needed someone to talk to or if I just needed a shoulder to cry on.”
Yazmine slumped. “He has tried to get in touch with me. I didn’t want to contact him. I can’t continue the relationship that we had on the vessel.”
Jess rubbed her back. “Hon, that’s not why he’s contacting you. He wants to see how you are doing.”
Yazmine wiped her tears from her face.
“Go see him. I’m sure you won’t regret it.”
“Thank you for sharing with me.”
“Anytime.” Jess rose and helped Yazmine to her feet.
“When I am ready to talk about what happened to me, can I come back?”
Fresh tears overtook her eyes. She pulled Yazmine into an embrace. “You can come back any time you want.”
* * * * *
“Marcie is under the impression you want me.” Rasha watched Jess in order to gauge her reaction.
Jess removed her eating utensil from her mouth and let it drop with a clang on her dinner plate. Immediately her hand flew up to her lips. “I think I threw up a little in my mouth.”
He studied her food. “Is the food unsatisfactory?” The only reason he had suggested the buro flank was because Eva swore it reminded her of chicken, whatever that was.
Jess swallowed and slowly turned to face him. “Marcie has nothing to worry about.”
He settled back into his seat. “I think she does.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “I am attracted to you.”
“You can’t be serious,” she muttered. Jess focused her attention back on her food.
“I am.”
He’d thought long and hard about revealing his feelings to her. Eva told him not to expect Jess to be receptive but Eva was wrong. Jess was more than receptive. He’d caught her eyes roaming the length of his body more than once. And by the glint in them, she appreciated his body just as much as he appreciated hers.
“I told you before. I’m here to work for you. If we can’t keep this professional, I’ll have to quit. I don’t need a complication.”
“I’ll let you think on it for a little while then.”
Jess snorted. “That’s something I don’t have to think about.” She pushed her plate away and scooted back from the table.
“Where are you going? You’ll miss the entertainment.”
“Will it be something different than those reptile thingies who writhe and contort in the middle of the room?” Hisnapol dancers were legendary for their grace but by the way Jess’ face twisted into a scowl when she described them, he guessed she didn’t appreciate them as much as he did.
“No, they are scheduled to perform for the remainder of the lunar cycle.”
“Then I’ll pass.” Jess stood and said her good nights to everyone at the table. “They give me the heebie-jeebies.”
He stood to leave with her. “I’ll walk you home.”
As he approached her, she did a double take. “I can find my way. Plus I wouldn’t want to give Marcie any reason to think I’m moving in on her territory.” Jess glanced to the other side of the room.
He didn’t need to look to know she was watching Marcie. He was sure Marcie watched them as well. “I’m not hers. We are not bonded.”
Now that he’d met Jess, he could never see himself with anyone else. He’d tried to open up to the idea of committing to Marcie and having children but something was always lacking. After experiencing how his heart reacted to Jess, he knew what was missing and he wanted it.
“It doesn’t matter. She’s got her claws hooked deep into you, in your back to be more specific.”
Why did she have to bring that up? “That was before.”
“Before what? I came along and made you forget about the other females?” she said, batting her eyelashes.
He nodded. “They are nothing but a distant memory.”
“They?”
“Jess, I’ve had my share of females.”
She didn’t slow her steps as she held up a hand. “That’s not the kind of thing you say to a woman you’re interested in.”
He shrugged. “I’m just stating a fact.”
Jess activated the door security and entered. “I was the only female in an all-male crew.”
He stumbled as he crossed over the threshold.
“Just stating a fact,” she added.
She was right. He shouldn’t have brought up other females. He definitely didn’t want to hear about her with other males.
Jess went down her hall without a backward glance.
“Do you think you could have feelings for me?” he asked, following her.
“It’s not that easy.” Jess stopped. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t act on them.”
“We are not that much different from each other.”
She exhaled. “Stick with Marcie, Rasha.”
He moved closer. “I choose you.”
She shook her head adamantly and placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “I came from a brothel.”
“I am aware.”
“You don’t get it.” She hugged herself. “I’m not mate material. I’ll never be mate material.”
“Why not?”
“Things touched me there. They used my body.”
He wanted to wrap his arms around her. Jess needed him—a protector. He could be that for her. “Like many other human females, you were forced into the brothels. This was not your choice.”
Jess turned her head as if too ashamed to look at him any longer. “You don’t understand.”
Unable to stop himself, he reached out to her and held on to her arms. Her flesh trembled under his touch. “Tell me, make me understand.”
She didn’t push him away or flinch out of his grasp. He took a chance and gathered her into his arms, where she melted into him.
“They made me like it,” she said, disgusted.
He gently caressed her back. “Made you?”
“They would fill my room with, with…I don’t know. But it was sweet smelling. My stomach would churn every time the smell began to seep through the vents. I knew what was about to happen and couldn’t do anything to stop it. I would run to the door and bang on it, trying to force it to open. I would even hold my breath for as long as I could. By the time those things came for me, I was waiting for them. I would beg them to bed me, sometimes in tears because I wanted it so bad.” She sniffled and her breath hitched.
Great Ancients. If he ever got a chance he would split her former owners from groin to brain with his jango. Not only for what they had done to Jess but for what they were probably still doing to countless others.
“It’s called Xy. You could not have resisted if you had tried.”
She cried softly. Her tears wet his chest. “I’m disgusting. I did awful things and I enjoyed it.”
“That’s how Xy works. It’s made to make you want sex and to enjoy it.” He pulled her away from him. Her eyes were rimmed in red with tears spilling over and down her cheeks. “It’s not your fault, Jess.”
Her body trembled and her knees began to buckle. “I’m nothing more than a barren whore who’s trying to start again. I’m not good enough for you.”
His mouth crushed over hers.
Chapter Eleven
She didn’t resist. She couldn’t resist.
Jess didn’t know how she ended up with her back against the wall or when he had removed her clothes…or his. She couldn’t think of anything as his hard body pressed flush against hers, every muscled inch.
Her heart thumped erratically in a heavy beat that threatened to explode from her chest as he laid his golden forearms flat on the wall on either side of her head.
As if in slow motion, his lips descended on hers. The first time had been a surprise. This time she waited for it. Strong hands cradled the back of her head, angling it up and forward. Catchin
g a breath, she held it, too afraid to move as he gently kissed her.
She parted her lips and welcomed him.
His tongue invaded her mouth. Instinctively hers met his. Circling each other, their tongues danced and explored.
Her chest burned and ached from the breaths she strained to take. Her mind was nothing more than a jumbled mess. She couldn’t grasp on to a thought. She couldn’t focus.
A deep moan reverberated from him as his fingers ran through her hair. Unable to resist touching him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, forcing their lips to crush against each other.
On a sinful grunt he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor. Without thinking of the consequences, she crossed her legs behind his back, clasping tightly to him. The hard bulge of his cock pressed where she needed it most. A groan escaped her lips as she ground against him with aching need.
He was huge. A hint of concern about his length and thickness crossed through her mind.
Breaking from him, she took two painful breaths. “Rasha, I don’t know…” Her sentence trailed off as he laid light kisses to her ear and down her neck. Her chest burned as if there wasn’t enough air.
“You can stop me any time,” Rasha whispered. His voice was deep and raspy, filled with unspoken need.
She could stop him at any time. But would she?
With soft kisses, he made his way down to her breast. He stopped there and hesitated. Damn. Biting on her lower lip, she held back a plea. She wanted him but she wouldn’t be the first to admit it.
Ignoring the pain in her lip, she watched as he placed more teasing kisses around her nipple.
“Your body should be worshiped, not abused.”
She shuddered at his words.
Her eyes closed when strong hands massaged her ass, grinding her mound on his thickened cock. With her fingers entwined in his hair, she led his mouth over the darkened bud standing erect for him.
“Let me take care of you.”
Take care of me.
Instant gratification was her only thought as he swiped a tongue over her sensitive flesh. Hissing, she pulled him closer. His sinful tongue licked again.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he pulled an erect nipple between his lips.
She let her head fall to the top of his. Tingles ran down her spine as he tugged and licked each nipple, alternating from one to the other. Kissing the top of his head, she encouraged him.
“That feels so good,” she murmured.
When was the last time someone touched her like this? After Kane, she’d had a fling with Kyle. But nothing either man did to her felt as good as this.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked after releasing a nipple.
She rested her cheek on his head. “No.”
She moaned, grinding on his hot shaft. Her pussy pulsated, seeping with need. His fingers bit into her ass as he lifted her, positioning his cock over her opening.
“Rasha, now, please.” She couldn’t take it anymore, especially when she felt the heat from his head straining against her.
She held on to him tightly as his cock slowly breached her. His size was more than she could accommodate, stretching her.
A small whimper escaped her lips.
“We can stop if this hurts.” His voice came out as a strained whisper.
Stop? Never.
Inhaling deeply, she relaxed her muscles and lowered her body.
“Argh!” he yelled. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her tighter.
“No stopping,” she said as her walls throbbed around him, stretching to capacity.
He pulled back slowly and lingered around her pussy before pressing forward again, deeper.
She threw her head back and yelled out in pleasure. “Ahh.”
The sounds of his cock working in her slick juices danced off the walls. Her pussy grabbed tightly around his shaft, milking every swollen inch.
With her impaled on his cock, he walked her to the bed, where he laid her down.
He pulled out. His gaze roamed the length of her body.
She displayed herself proudly for him. She massaged her breasts but her attention was on his rock-hard cock. It was exactly as he’d boasted. Big. And it had been in her. Her glistening juices spread across his head was proof.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice was heavy…sexual…sensual.
She trailed her hand to the folds of her pussy, spreading them. “What about this?”
He groaned. “Nothing prettier.” His cock twitched.
She spread her legs wider and ran a finger over her jutting clit. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He caressed her calves, running his strong hands up to her knees. Then he pushed them back, spreading them wider. His cock aimed for her pussy.
He claimed her.
“Oh!” Her back arched and her eyes rolled back into her head.
His fingers dug into her leg, painfully grasping her bone. His growl was feral. She wasn’t scared. She wanted more.
“Deeper,” she begged, wanting to feel every inch of his hardness.
He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled out and then entered her again but still she wanted more.
“Let me…”
“Jess…” He pushed away as she began pumping up and down his length. “I won’t be able to hold back.”
She hooked her legs around his waist. “I don’t want you to.”
His hungry gaze traveled from her breasts down to her pussy. His hands found her ass, kneading and massaging her, helping her rise and fall.
“I like that,” he said.
She licked her lips and brought her pussy up, taking as much as possible. He filled her to capacity.
Groaning, he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. She had just enough time to brace herself as he held her tight and slammed into her. His pace quickened with each stroke until finally their bodies beat against each other. Her breasts bounced as she bucked against him.
“Yes! Oh yes,” she yelled.
Her stomach fluttered, shivers ran down her spine. Holding on to his arms, she rocked with him. The need to have all of him overrode any and everything she had previously wanted.
Her legs quivered as she tried to tighten them around his waist.
“Come for me,” he coaxed. “Let me feel you.”
Deeper and harder, she pumped until her body erupted and convulsed. Her wetness coated him. The slick sounds of him penetrating her and his groans were heaven to her ears.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Harder.” Her walls relaxed, wet and accommodating his length and size.
Grunting, he pressed her hard against the bed and wrapped his arms around her back and fucked her.
And holy hell was he fucking her.
She couldn’t do anything but lace her arms around his slick neck and hold on for the ride.
She let him fuck her so hard her eyes watered from pleasure, not from pain.
He crushed his mouth over hers. Hard and thick as a rod, his cock slammed into her, tearing her apart, and she loved it.
She bit into his shoulder. “I want all of you.”
He suckled and nibbled on her earlobe. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she promised. She had never felt so alive before. Each thrust awakened a new nerve in her body. He awakened desires she’d never known she had. “I want to ride you,” she whispered. “Roll on your back.” When he didn’t comply, she raked her nails across his back. “Now.”
On a groan, he impaled her so deep that her back arched. “Are you sure you can handle this?”
Holy shit. His shaft felt as though it were in her stomach. “Yes.”
Cradling her, he flipped her over. He watched her with smoldering eyes as she positioned herself across his hips. He groaned as she grabbed his glistening shaft and ran her hand up and down his glorious length.
How much of him had she taken?
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he leaned across his chest and flicked her tongue over his erect nipple. He hissed as she laid generous kisses around his chest and made her way back to lick and suck his other nipple.
“Don’t make me wait,” he said.
She hadn’t planned to make him wait anymore. She reached behind her and positioned his cock at her slickened pussy and pressed down. “Umm.”
The muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled her up and pushed her down. The muscles in his stomach flexed as he pumped and receded. She bit her lower lip. The pace he set was slow and dizzying.
She took more of him, riding him faster. She placed her hands on his chest and rose to hover above him.
His face contorted and neck craned. As he squeezed his eyes shut, creased lines formed in his forehead.
She was a human female and she had this fierce warrior at her command. She sat down as far as she could and rolled her pussy.
He arched. “Great Ancients!”
Yes, she had complete control over him. “Watch me, Rasha.”
He slowly opened his eyes. She cupped her breasts and ran her nails across her hard nipples.
He reached for her and grasped her breast. His large hands covered hers. “You feel so good.” He lifted and pumped against her, making her breasts bounce within his grasp.
“Umm, fuck me like that,” she begged.
He pumped up again, this time so hard she almost bounced off him. “Like this?”
She held his arms. “Just like that.”
This time he didn’t stop to ask her questions. She rested her head on his chest and enjoyed the ride. With each thrust, she cried out louder than before.
Her mind clouded as she came again, coating his shaft with her essence. Her slickness made it easier for him to go even deeper, harder.
His legs began to shake. Throwing his head back, he yelled out. His face contorted as he convulsed, trying to pump into her one more time.
His breath was just like hers, irregular, fast and loud. Holding him, she fell by his side, where they lay in a tangled, wet mess.
“That was wonderful. Just as I imagined it.” He ran a hand across her brow, wiping the sweat away. “I told Eva it wouldn’t take long to have you,” he said between hard pants.
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