Enslave Me Sweetly by Gena Showalter Read Free Book Online

“I’ll be honest. You’re a contradiction, and I haven’t figured you out yet. By killing other-worlders, you protect humans,” he said, “but humans hunt your people for their golden skin.”
    â€œI’m as much an earthling as you are. I was born here, raised here. The fact that I’m Rakan…” I gave a stiff shrug. “You’re human. Would you kill a human if you had to?”
    â€œAbsolutely,” he said. His eyebrows arched. “Would you?”
    â€œAbsolutely,” I replied. “You, in particular. Some people, no matter their race or gender, are bad and need to be destroyed. That’s the only way peace will be reached.”
    Those full lips of his curved sensuously, and I had the sudden, unwelcome urge to lean down and nibble them.
    â€œYou want to know what Michael plans for us today or what?” he asked.
    I nodded and fought a rise of color in my cheeks because I’d forgotten Michael’s dictate so easily. Stupid lust. I didn’t like this man. Remember?
    â€œLast night one of our agents caught Sahara Rose. She’s being held in New Dallas,” he said, not bothering to try and move me off of him. “Michael wants us to fly there and question her, get whatever information we can.”
    I nearly jumped to my feet in excitement and anticipation, but managed to remain where I was. “When do we leave?”
    â€œTwo hours.” He clasped his hands over my thighs and squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get my attention. “I want to question her alone, which means you need to stay here.”
    I laughed. I just couldn’t help myself. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    â€œThere’s no way you’ll get answers out of her. You look about as scary as a bowl of warm honey.”
    â€œLooks do not determine ability,” I ground out, losing all traces of humor. I’d heard similar words my entire life. As a teenager, my spoiled, pampered self had loved that kind of statement. As an adult, and in light of my recent failure, I hated— hated! —hearing such a thing.
    â€œAnd don’t even get me started on your mouth,” he continued.
    â€œWhat about my mouth?” I asked slowly.
    â€œIt’s a two-hundred-dollars-an-hour mouth, not a tell-me-all-your-secrets-or-I’ll-kill-you mouth.”
    â€œYou know what?” I said. Oh, this was going to be fun. He obviously had no idea what he was about to encounter with his interrogation. “I’m willing to make a bet with you. I’ll give you ten minutes to get a single answer out of Sahara Rose. A single answer.” I’d followed the woman for days. I knew her. Lucius, with his towering build and hard-ass I-don’t-give-
a-shit edge, would intimidate her into absolute silence.
    Wicked intent gleamed in his expression. “And when I do get an answer out of her?” he asked, both brows raised.
    â€œI’ll let you have my mouth for free.”
    He didn’t hesitate. “Agreed.”
    â€œDon’t you want to know what I get if you fail?”
    â€œI don’t plan to fail.”
    â€œYou still have to offer me something I want.”
    Now he hesitated. “What?” he asked suspiciously.
    â€œWhen your ten minutes are up, I want you to step aside and shut the hell up. I’ll get the information we need. Afterward, you’re going to get on your knees and praise my ability.”
    His lips stretched to a full, anticipatory grin. “Agreed. But get ready, cookie.” He lifted up, getting so close I felt the warmth of his breath on my face. “I want your mouth all over me.”

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    I want your mouth all over me.
    I tried not to think about Lucius’s parting words as I luxuriated in the softness and decadence of Michael’s private ITS—Ionic Transport System—a jet that ran on vibrations of subparticle strings of energy rather than