Page 4 of Nita’s Bounty

Sliding my eyes closed, I savor the light sound of it. When it stops abruptly, my eyes pop back open, and I realize she’s looking at me. She’s still walking beside the other female, but her steps have slowed, and her head is turned toward me. For the briefest of moments, our eyes meet. Hers are dark, sparkling disks the color of jet set against white. Her lips, curled up at the corners, are full and painted a deep red. She cants her head to the side curiously, watching me as I watch her.

I wonder, does she feel the same pull I do?

“Nita? Are you coming?” The female she’s with has a door held open for her, and I feel a physical loss when she pulls her gaze away from me.

Glancing around, I realize my brothers have moved on and left me behind, so I ghost into mist to catch up with where they’ve gathered around a kiosk further down the concourse. Bran is scrolling through a list of females, and the rest of the group is laughing and jeering at him as he makes his choice of entertainment for the night.

As usual, I stand back and simply watch them. I never partake at the pleasure stations we stop at. I much prefer females who approach me, not the other way around. Except this time… this time is different when I catch sight of a familiar image as Bran scrolls. An ache settles deep in my chest, a strange longing for the female I only glimpsed from afar.

When Bran makes his choice and steps away, I push through the crowd to take his place at the kiosk. There is a moment of shocked silence before my brothers all explode into cheers and jeers.

“Whoa, Shuvo!”

“Shuvo’s gonna take a female?”

“Go Shuv!”

I ignore them as I type in the name I heard the other female call out.

Nita.

The same image I saw when Bran was scrolling comes up, and I take a moment to just look at her. She’s beautiful, with smooth brown skin and large dark eyes that stare back at me. Next to her image is her price in bold red characters.

Someone whistles.

“Go figure, the first time Shuvo decides he wants a female, he picks the most expensive one on the whole station.”

While my brothers all laugh, I wave my wrist above the scanner so the kiosk can subtract the credits from my account.

“Vittu! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“Have you lost your kurving mind?”

Probably. I have enough saved to buy this female dozens of times before I would need to worry about running low on credits.

The kiosk spits out a slip of paper that shows which room and the time to arrive.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a bit of a wait,” Brand sighs as he grips me by both shoulders. “Let’s go get a drink while we wait.”

I nod as I quickly transfer the information to my wrist comm. After the rest of my brothers have chosen their females for the night, we all head deeper into the station to one of the many bars to wait.

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CHAPTER 3

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NITA

Back in the large room all of us girls share, a contented sigh slips from my lips as I sink into the warm, swirling waters of the bath. The waterline laps just under my chin as the jets and bubbles caress my exposed skin and the heat eases my tired muscles. Tilting my head back, I close my eyes, letting my body float while my hands gently glide over my breasts and down my stomach. My fingers skirt over scars and stretch marks that remind me of the two boys I carried within my body—which brings back the night I was abducted.

I can’t imagine that many women would see being abducted by aliens and sold to an interstellar brothel as the best night of their life, but I do.

I was still in high school when I met my husband, a handsome and rich older man. I wish I’d seen him for the predator he was back then. In the beginning, he spoiled me, doted on me, and made me feel like I was the most special woman in the world. As soon as I graduated high school, we had a big wedding. It was like I was living a fairy tale, and James was my Prince Charming.

Except there was no fairytale ending for me.

I was used to him being protective. It was kind of a turn on at first and made me feel like he loved me so much that he couldn’t stand the thought of sharing me.

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