A knock sounded on his door. Finally. He had summoned her nearly half an hour ago. He pressed the button on his desk that would release the lock.
Ines strode in and the unease in his stomach intensified. She was not expecting what he had in store. Not the way she was dressed. The dress revealed all her flesh, her nipples almost vulgar in their blatant showing beneath the thin fabric. He jerked his gaze back up, refusing to drop his gaze lower than her face, knowing he would only be staring at the details of her crotch. And she would get far too much enjoyment out of that.
Ines crossed the room, her smile sultry and her eyes narrowed with arousal.
He cleared his throat. “Ines—”
“I knew you would summon me.” Her laugh was husky.
“We must speak.” If he did not stop her soon, it would only add to the discomfort.
“Yes. We must. One woman, especially a submissive little whore, could never satisfy you. I know what you—”
“Ines. You are being transferred to a different unit.” Heat crept up his neck and his jaw went rigid. Damn. He had meant to make the news sound like a promotion, portray it as a good thing. But the moment she called Talia a whore, he had spat it out in vengeance.
And she knew it. Her eyes widened and her lips parted. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then there was the audible click of her teeth snapping together.
“You’re transferring me?” Her voice was low and unsteady.
Fuck. Try and get this under control . He drew in a deep breath. “You are being promoted.”
“A promotion?” She shook her head, her lips tightened. “How dare you do this to me.”
“You will have an increase in salary—”
“I do not need any more fucking money. I want—”
“The position starts immediately.” Walking around to his desk he picked up her transfer papers.
She knocked them out of his hand, her body shaking. “Do you transfer every woman after you fuck them?”
“Ines, do not make this harder than it needs to be,” he murmured, pushing back his own temper. “This is truly a great opportunity for you.”
“Is it?” Her nostrils flared and she spun around and headed for the door. “Well, guess what? I can create my own opportunities, Ryder.”
The door slid shut behind her and he sighed, setting the papers on the desk. That had not gone well. Not well at all.
Franklin paced the floor of the Council’s chambers, his teeth clenched as he knocked a metal paperweight off the desk.
She’d been gone for three days. Three days they’d tried to track the trail of Alan Worthington, only to find out the man did not exist.
He did not exist!
“Franklin, please be seated,” Ramirez grumbled, obviously ill at ease. “You are making the situation all that much worse.”
For three days they’d all gone without sexual release. Tempers were raw and patience was nonexistent. The fact that they’d all been so easily susceptible to the deceit of the alleged oil tycoon made matters worse.
Franklin moved to the window, pressing the button that lifted the shades. The outside world was as toxic and dismal as ever. The streets were bare with all the citizens required back inside after certain hours of the day.
Gods. After the attack on Belton, he would arrange a discreet termination of Ramirez and Victor—made to look like an accident, of course. Then, the chances of repeating such a ridiculous blunder would be nonexistent. Only idiots made such mistakes. He did not consider himself to be one.
All would be well soon, and if he could somehow locate Natalia, everything would be perfect.
“Are we still planning to attack Belton at that time?” Ramirez asked, breaking the silence.
“We are,” Victor agreed. “The plans have been laid; the troops are trained and ready to be deployed.”
“And what of—”
The intercom buzzed, cutting off Franklin’s response.
Victor crossed the room and pressed the speaker button. “Yes?”
“Thank you, sir.” The guard cleared his throat. “Ten minutes ago we apprehended a woman who was attempting to break into headquarters.”
Franklin’s brows drew together as all glanced at each other.
“A Rosabelle was attempting to break in?”
“She is not a Rosabelle, sir. She is not from Zortou. Shall I bring her in?”
A woman not from Zortou? Interesting . Franklin gave his nod of approval at Victor and Ramirez.
“Yes, escort her in.” Victor stepped away from the intercom. “This should be interesting.”
Franklin’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the closed door.
All were aware that other planets did not suffer the same fate of a dwindling supply of women as Zortou did. At one point they’d attempted to abduct women from other planets, and had suffered a terrible retribution for the effort.
It had taken years to recover from the attack and was the main reason their atmosphere was toxic now.
The doors hissed open and the guard strode in, gripping the arm of an unfamiliar woman. She was taller than most women on Zortou, with brown hair and brown eyes. Her breasts were not very large, her hips narrow; overall she was rather unremarkable. Franklin was no fool, though. To all three of the men in this room, she represented the possibility of getting fucked.
Even his cock stirred to life as she was brought to the center of the room.
“Identify yourself,” Franklin murmured quietly.
The woman said nothing, just ran her gaze brazenly over all three of them.
Hmm . Franklin tilted his head and stroked his thumb over his chin. Interesting. Obviously she knew nothing about how women were to behave on Zortou. She would not have dared meet their gaze with such disrespect, but would have kept hers lowered as she showed her submissiveness.
And the way she was dressed? Her dress was far too revealing. It came above her knees and hung from thin straps at her shoulders. The fabric was a pale white and her dark nipples showed through. He lowered his gaze. The shadow of black curls was visible between her thighs.
His mouth curled downward. How barbaric. Women on Zortou were to have hairless cunts.
“You realize you are gaining our hostilities by not answering,” Ramirez said sharply. “Identify yourself.”
The woman pulled her arm free from the guard and offered a disdainful smile.
“My name is Ines. I am a soldier on the planet of Belton.”
Franklin’s fists clenched and he took a slow breath in. Very interesting. A woman soldier from the planet they were about to attack, standing here in the Council’s headquarters.
Victor and Ramirez stood up from their desk, the apprehension on their faces obvious as they approached her.
“What brings you to our planet, Ines?” Victor rasped.
She sauntered around the room, her hips swinging. Franklin’s cock hardened further and his gaze dropped to the curve of her ass.
“It depends, gentlemen. I believe I may have some information that could benefit you.”
Did she know about the planned attack? No. That would make little sense. If Belton suspected that their planet w
as in danger, they would not have sent a woman to make negotiations.
Tired of her vague responses, Franklin crossed the room and gripped her arm.
“And what information is that, madam?”
Her eyebrow lifted and her lips twitched. “You’re quite aggressive with a woman who has no obligation to tell you anything.”
Franklin gave a soft laugh. “You have yet to see my aggression. And I would be real careful, madam, or you might find out just what kind of obligations women hold on our planet.”
“Easy now,” Victor broke in. “We are not known for our lack of manners.”
Franklin glanced at the other two men. Despite Victor’s words of peace, both men leered at Ines as if she were the only food on a planet of starving men.
Ines glanced down at her arm and then back at Franklin.
“You have a strong grip, Mr. Councilman. I do love a powerful man.”
Franklin growled and tightened his grip. “Share your information now or you—”
“Relax.” She placed her finger against his mouth and smiled. “I will talk.”
Some of the tension eased from Franklin’s shoulders. “Why are you here?”
“To inform you that at this very moment Belton is making plans for a preemptive strike on Zortou.”
“Fuck!” Victor’s curse echoed in the chambers. “How did they find out?”
Franklin watched the amusement flicker across the woman’s face. She was enjoying this. The power she wielded over them at this moment. Would she be so amused when they took turns fucking her shortly?
“You really should be careful of whom you let infiltrate the Council’s walls,” she murmured and looked directly up at Franklin.
“Whom do you refer to?” Though he asked the question, his blood began to pump faster. He knew who it would be before she even answered. It all added up now.
“Did it never occur to you not to trust him? Why would an oil tycoon want to invest an extraordinary amount of money for something that benefits him in no way?”
“Alan Worthington?” Ramirez choked. “Gods. He is not an oil tycoon, is he?”
“No, sir, he is not.” She gave Ramirez a look that clearly said she thought him an idiot. “Nor is his name Alan Worthington. It is Ryder Jacobs. He is a colonel in the Belton planetary army.”
“It is far worse than we thought,” Ramirez muttered.
“Indeed it is.” She smirked and glanced away. “Your Rosabelle seems quite fond of Belton, though.”
“Natalia?” Ramirez demanded. “She is on Belton?”
Of course she was . Franklin’s jaw clenched. Already he could see her in his mind; her voluptuous curves, those pale blue eyes that would flicker with fear any time he spent time alone with her.
His cock strained against his trousers, his erection full and aching now.
“Yes, she is on Belton.” Her glance turned back to Franklin, as if she knew his weakness for Natalia. “And she is quite enjoying her time in Ryder’s bed.”
White rage filled his head, made everything hazy. His grip on her arm became crushing, and Ines cried out, falling to the ground.
“Gods, Franklin, have you gone mad?” Victor strode across the room and removed Ines from his grasp. “You nearly broke her arm.” He stroked her arm, the tips of his fingers brushing her breast.
“And I do not apologize for it,” he muttered and strode to the window, staring outside without seeing.
“Are you all right, my dear?” Victor asked, his voice soothing.
Franklin scowled and ignored any response she may have made. Natalia was enjoying another man’s touch? The whore would pay. Gods, if it was the last thing he did, he would see to it that she suffered.
“Why have you come here today?” Ramirez rasped. “Freely giving us information that could cost you your life.”
Franklin turned to look at her again, curious as well to hear her response. Gods, he hated the bitch. The malicious pleasure in those dull brown eyes.
“I have come here today to form an alliance,” she admitted. “Between myself and your planet.”
“Why?” Franklin asked sharply. “I trust no one anymore, especially a woman from Belton. You will likely not leave this planet alive.”
“I will leave alive.” Her confidence was bold. “And you will freely let me go.”
“We shall see about that.”
“The reason I have brought this information is quite simple.” She moved to the couch in the center and sat down. Her dress moved up past her knees, showing a good expanse of her thighs. “I hate Ryder Jacobs. I want him dead.”
Franklin tilted his head. The woman might hate him now, but it was quite obvious she had at one time loved him. Could it be so simple? Was she simply a woman scorned bent upon revenge?
“There must be more to it. Surely you would not risk your life over the matter of hating someone,” Victor murmured, sitting down next to her on the couch and laying a hand on her thigh.
She did not remove Victor’s hand, Franklin noted, and pursed his lips. If anything, the woman seemed excited that she was being paid attention to in a sexual manner.
He watched as she parted her legs just slightly. He brought his gaze up to her face and found her watching him.
“You want him dead?” Victor’s hand curved between her thighs, sliding up slowly. “We have that in common, my dear. I would prefer to see him die quite painfully for what he has done to us.”
“He took your Rosabelle.” She leaned farther back on the couch, opening her thighs wider; her mocking eyes still locked on Franklin. “And has been making quick use of her abilities as a whore.”
Victor’s hand disappeared underneath her dress and from the way Ines inhaled sharply, Franklin had no doubt Victor was rubbing her pussy.
“Is that why you have come here today?” Franklin stepped toward the middle of the room. His cock throbbed beneath his pants. “To offer yourself as our replacement whore?”
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I nes held his gaze, her breathing grew heavier. “I am no whore, but if this proves my newfound loyalty to you, then so be it.”
“It certainly could not hurt to prove your loyalty.” Victor’s voice grew hoarse as he leaned forward, his fingers disappearing deep between her legs. “You certainly are quite wet, dear.”
“Take off her dress.” Ramirez’s voice drifted from the corner, where he stood stroking himself through his trousers. “I want to see her naked and submissive.”
Franklin closed the last few steps between them and gripped the neckline of her dress between two hands. With a grunt, he ripped the fabric straight down the middle. The dress fell to the sides, exposing her breasts and the mass of curls between her legs.
“I think I shall enjoy breaking you in, Ines.” Victor groaned and leaned down to fasten his mouth around her nipple. Her moan echoed in the room.
Breaking her in? Franklin’s mouth twisted with disdain. Just breaking her would be fun. He unfastened the fly of his pants and pulled his cock free.
Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, widened. He leaned over her, and before she could protest, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth down onto his cock.
“Suck me,” h
e ordered, thrusting deep into her mouth and touching the back of her throat.
She made a small shocked sound, but he ignored it and focused on the sweetness of having a woman’s mouth on his cock again. It wasn’t Natalia, but if he closed his eyes he could imagine it was. A mouth was a mouth, and a hole was a hole.
He thrust deeper, his fingers tightening in her hair. The woman loved it; her excited little moans proved it.
“Ramirez, you must enjoy our guest,” Victor called out as he slid down Ines’s body, kneeling on the floor in front of her and pushing her knees apart.
Ramirez approached slowly and sat down on the couch, both hands reaching out to fondle her breasts.
“I am not used to a woman’s pelt. We do not allow a Rosabelle to have any hair on her body. But your pelt is soft,” Victor murmured, pulling on the curls between Ines’s legs. “Let us see how a cunt from Belton tastes, shall we?”
Franklin thrust his cock in and out, fucking Ines’s mouth while watching as Victor’s tongue lapped at her engorged pussy lips.
“Mmm.” Victor made a noise of approval and ground his face into her sex, his tongue disappearing inside her.
Ramirez unfastened his trousers and pulled his cock free. Grabbing her hand, he forced Ines to stroke it.
She did not seem to mind anything that was happening to her. She seemed to respond to Victor’s mouth on her cunt, gasping and sighing. Her hand pumped up and down Ramirez’s shaft, while she sucked and licked on Franklin’s cock.
“Let us all fuck her at once. I am sure she will be accommodating.” Franklin suggested, his lips curling, watching her eyes widen.
Victor sighed and stood up. “All right, but I would like to continue with the tasting of her cunt at a later time.”
Franklin pulled his cock free from her mouth, gripping it and running it down her cheek.
“Ramirez, you lie down on the couch and have her sit atop you and ride you that way.”
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