Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
He blew more Posh smoke in her face. Her eyes dropped to half-mast, and she rested against the wall, her legs going straight in front of her, and her entire body becoming relaxed. Moving back to the chair, he sat down, leaned back, and stared at her. He stubbed the end of the cigarette off on the bottom of his boot, and tossed it on the small table beside him.
He’d actually brought her to his pod, took her into his home because the very thought of handing her over to the processing faculty for the Royals, to have her tested, probed, checked for superior fertility, had him enraged. And then the thought of her being paired with Rogue after Rogue until she was impregnated had this beast emerging from him.
What’s wrong with you? You’re acting out of character.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, dropped his hand to his thigh, and stared at her. She watched him. Her blue and green eyes were so mesmerizing he felt himself stand and move closer. She didn’t move, her body too relaxed, feeling too euphoric from the drug to do much of anything but respond if he asked her something.
He moved closer to the bed, stopped when his shins hit the pallet, and stared down at her. He was a Rogue, an Enforcer, warrior, and wanting a human female was out of character … out of the question.
“You want me here?” she said softly, sleepily from the drug.
He didn’t answer, just sat down and looked at her feet. She had nothing covering them or her legs. The material she wore wrapped around her slender waist and fell to her knees. But right now, with her legs bent, he could see right up the material. She wore a garment between her thighs as well, hiding that part of herself, but he wasn’t a sick bastard about to take from her when she was unwilling and drugged. Looking at her feet, he saw how dirty they were. He’d taken off the ratty, hole-ridden shoes when he’d brought her to his home.
She was filthy, with dirt covering her legs and thighs, her arms and face. Her dark hair was tangled, but even with the filth on her he saw her beauty, saw the uniqueness in her, the desire and need that consumed him upon first setting eyes on her. What was it about her that had him so drawn? He’d never heard of his kind going through this.
The Rogues may have lust for the humans, and because of that took them as concubines, even having a harem of females at their disposal, but it had never been like that for him. He’d always focused on the job, the task at hand … the mission.
He reached out, touched her toe, and felt his cock jerk because of that small motion, felt his arousal climb higher. She was so small in comparison to him, so fragile. She didn’t move, and instead breathed out softly. He lifted his gaze to her face and felt this growl of appreciation on having her here rise up in him.
“I don’t understand any of this. I don’t understand why I’m here,” she said and rested her head on the wall beside her.
“You don’t have to worry about why you’re here.” He moved his finger up her leg, marveled at the fact that she was hairless, and wondered if it was another anomaly. He’d noticed, upon bringing her here, that she had no hair on her legs or arms. Maybe that was another uniqueness, the same as with her eye color?
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re here because I want you here. If not for me you’d be another breeder.” He rested his hand on her knee, looked into her face, and waited for her to realize that. She might be relaxed from the Posh, but she understood what was happening. She just didn’t care because of the drug.
“Are you going to make me your breeder, your sex slave?”
He was surprised she was forward with her questions, even if she was on Posh.
He removed his hands from her knee, clenched them into fists at his side, and tried to keep his composure. “I don’t take females against their will.”
“But you did.” There was a pause. “You took me from the only home I’ve known, the only family I’ve ever had.”
He felt this strange twinge deep inside of him, this need to explain he wasn’t this monster. But that would be a lie, because he was a monster, and he had taken her for himself.
“You have no family anymore. They’ve been taken to the labor facility, and the few fertile females have been placed in the breeder compound.”
She pushed herself up a bit, but that seemed hard for her. “What about my friend, the man trying to get me out of there?”