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A small eternity later, he pushes the plug to its former position, fully seated in my bottom, then steps back. Before I can take my next breath, he brings the strap down across my cheeks.Hard. The crack echoes in the room, and I cry out at the searing sting.
He delves his hand between my thighs again and commences another torture session on my poor clit, drawing my moisture around it but not pressing down hard enough to permit a release.
Tears finally escape my eyes, and I shiver with need, trembling so hard I fear my legs might actually give out this time.
Poor little human.
He retracts his hand from my center only to bring his flattened palms down on my clit, smacking my distended button, though not very hard. He does it again and again, until the sound of wet slaps fills the room. A sob breaks from my throat. I’m desperate. So fucking desperate I can’t stand it.
Please, Kameer. Please have mercy. Please please please.
Ah, pretty human. You know how much I like it when you beg.
He brings the strap down across my bottom one last time, the hardest lash yet, then tosses the implement aside. I hear the quick shedding of clothing, and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s fisting his huge lower appendage as he prepares to impale me.
He grasps my hips, plunges inside my aching center, then remains submerged deep with his vibrating scrotum pressed to my clit.
Oh, God. Oh yes.
I fall into the abyss of a long, quaking release. Kameer maintains the position for a while, allowing me to come three times in a row.
Do you feel it, pretty human?His deep voice penetrates my mind.Do you feel my mercy?
Chapter 30
KAMEER
I studythe evidence displayed on Officer Brute’s screens, wishing I were back in my temporary quarters with Mandy. I hate that I had to leave her this morning, but it’s time to set the trap. Time to watch and determine if Officer Gorrsum and his brothers are truly behind the attempts on my life.
Additional security cameras were secretly installed in precise locations last night. Important footage won’t be erased today. Even though Officer Brute was finally able to salvage some footage that implicated Gorrsum and his brothers, none of the recovered footage showed them making a direct attempt on my life. Today’s trap, however, ought to give us conclusive proof.
Though I’m eager to put this darkness behind me, eager for my would-be assassins to face justice, I still can’t help but mourn the loss of my oldest friend, and I can’t help but hope there’s a logical explanation for his strange actions. Or perhaps he’s being framed.
But deep down, I know I’ve been betrayed.
Officer Brute clears his throat and points to the first screen. “There he is. Making sure your temporary quarters aboard theJansonnaare ready for you.” He snorts. “It would appear he’s placing an explosive device in the food replicator.”
Fluxx. There’s no mistaking what Gorrsum is doing. It’s the proof we needed. I growl and slam a fist on the console.
“Look!” Officer Brute points to another screen, one that shows the supply shuttlecraft that’s set to depart theHaxxalsoon. The one I told Gorrsum I would be stowing away on. The newly installed security cameras easily pick up Dizzox, Gorrsum’s youngest brother. He boards the shuttlecraft while holding a black bag, then dashes away into the darkness of the docking bay several moments later, the bag no longer on his person.
“Another explosive device, most likely,” Officer Brute says. “Don’t worry, the shuttlecraft will depart soon, and it’ll be on autopilot. No one will get hurt.”
“I can’t help but notice that’s the oldest, most rundown shuttlecraft in the fleet.” I chuckle, trying to find some humor in the situation. “A bomb on the shuttlecraft and one in my quarters aboard the Jansonna? Talk about overkill.”
“You’re a difficult male to kill,” Officer Brute says. “This will officially mark their sixth attempt.” He squints at the screens. “Look. Right there. Officer Gorrsum’s other brothers, Frennk and Nixx, are headed toward theHaxxal’sescape pods. It looks like Dizzox is on his way to join them.”
While Gorrsum’s three brothers run toward the Deck Twelve corridor that houses the escape pods, the supply shuttlecraft finally departs the docking bay. Within moments, it explodes, though there’s no damage to theHaxxal. All the main ships in our fleet are protected by nearly impenetrable shields that I helped design.
Back in my temporary quarters aboard theJansonna, Officer Gorrsum stands at the viewscreen. When he witnesses the shuttlecraft explode, the one he believes is carrying me, he throws his head back and laughs. Then he places his wrist comm to his mouth and says, “He’s dead. We finally got him, brothers. He’s fucking dead. The device worked.” He glances over his shoulder. “Though I did have a backup plan in case it didn’t. I suppose I’ll leave this bomb here for some poor soul to find.”
Dizzox’s muffled voice comes through just as he meets his brothers near one of the largest escape pods. “Good. Finally. We’re on our way. Make sure you have the documents you need. I don’t want to reach the Hurrsona Asteroid Belt only to find out you forgot Kameer’s testament.”
My testament.Fluxx. Suddenly it all makes sense, and I feel like the biggest trusting fool. I exchange a look with Officer Brute.
“You bequeathed the Hurrsona Asteroid Belt to Officer Gorrsum?” The security officer glares at me, clearly perturbed that I failed to share this information with him. He’d repeatedly asked me questions about my past, yet I’d failed to provide this information. I hadn’t thought it was important.
I growl and run a hand through my hair. “It was a long time ago. I’d nearly forgotten. But yes, not long after the destruction of Darrva, one night when I was highly inebriated, I bequeathed the Hurrsona Asteroid Belt to Officer Gorrsum, who I believed was my dearest and most trusted friend. Upon my death, assuming I have no offspring, the asteroid belt goes to him.”
