Darkest Desire (Kindred Tales – The Twisted System #2) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi Tags Authors: Series: Kindred Tales - The Twisted System Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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“Master, can we go now?” Phoebe asked, looking up at Sirex. “I’m all sticky!”

“Yes, we need to get you cleaned up. Come on, then.” Sirex put an arm around her and started to leave the Great Hall, but Thruck stopped him.

“I was very impressed with you tonight, merchant,” he told Sirex. “You might yet have a chance to meet the Shining One and show him your technology…if you continue to be entertaining.”

Sirex simply nodded.

“I’ll keep that in mind. And now, good night.”

“Good night.” Thruck nodded with his sane head but Phoebe couldn’t help thinking that the insane head was watching them too, as Sirex shepherded her out of the banquet hall and towards their bed chamber.

21

SIREX

Sirex felt like a bastard. He’d allowed Phoebe to suck both his shafts and had come in her mouth several times. And all the while she’d been under the influence of some drug! A drug that was very possibly spiced with The Finger of the Goddess—because what else could “the Lust Finger” that Thruck had spoken of be?

He felt torn. On one hand, the objective of their mission seemed to be in sight. He knew for sure now that the artifact they sought was here in the palace. But on the other hand, he had taken sexual advantage of his protégé—which made him feel like an opportunistic scum.

Well, I won’t do it again, he promised himself. I didn’t know she was drugged. I’ll just have to apologize to her once the damn Sparkler stuff wears off.

In the meantime, he would have to find a way to deal with her lust until morning.

The first thing to do, he decided, was to get her a shower. She really was sticky and who knew how the ingredients in the Sparkler stuff she’d spilled on herself might be affecting her? He remembered Commander Sylvan saying that it was dangerous for a female to even touch the Finger of the Goddess and the sticky stuff on her skin had been in direct contact with it and had probably picked up some of its properties.

I can’t do anything about the amount she drank but I can at least get it off her skin, he thought.

Luckily, their bed chamber also had a spacious fresher. There was a large marble tub but also a walk-in shower stall. Sirex started to run a bath…and then remembered the non-con bracelets she was still wearing. He didn’t want to immerse her in the water and get her shocked or electrocuted. In fact, he didn’t want the non-cons she wore to get wet at all. But how was he going to manage that?

The answer presented itself when he examined the shower stall more closely and saw a silver hook mounted high up on the wall across from the spray nozzle. When he turned on the water, it sprayed well below the hook.

Next he had another look at Phoebe’s bracelets—not that she made it easy. She was shifting from foot to foot and moaning softly, as though she was in some distress.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Taking her by the hands, Sirex looked anxiously down into her eyes. He knew he ought to stop calling her the tender nickname—it wasn’t very professional and he’d have to stop using it as soon as this mission was over. But somehow when he was worried about her it just slipped out.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Phoebe moaned. “I feel so…so needy.”

Sirex frowned.

“It probably has to do with that stuff you drank.”

“I know.” She hung her head. “I didn’t mean to drink so much of it—it just tasted really nice and before I knew it, the can was empty.”

“Well, we’ll have to deal with the effects later. Right now I want to get you washed off.”

Sirex examined the manacles. When he had put them on her, he’d noticed that the thick golden bands had clasps near their bottom edges. When he brought Phoebe’s hands together, he was able to hook the manacles to each other. Perfect.

“Come on,” he told her and, after taking off the top part of the golden harness, he led her into the shower stall. Sirex positioned her against the back wall of the stall but she jumped away from the wet tiles.

“Hey, that’s cold!” she exclaimed.

Sirex gave her a stern look.

“I’m going to wash you with warm water in just a minute. For now, though, I need you against the wall, even if it’s uncomfortable. Do you understand, Phoebe?”

She nibbled her lush bottom lip in a way he found distractingly erotic.

“Will I be your good girl if I stand still against the wall?”

Sirex felt both his shafts surge.

“Yes, you will, baby,” he murmured. “You’ll be my good girl.”

“All right then.” She stopped resisting and stood back against the tiled wall.

“Good. Now we’re going to put your hands above your head to be sure we keep these non-con bracelets dry while I wash you,” Sirex told her. He lifted her arms over her head and hooked the golden manacles over the silver hook—which was probably intended for this exact purpose, he thought.


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