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big baboon forced himself on her? He wanted her. His eyes radiated lust and tracked her every movement when he delivered her meals. Not to mention his massive woody. Either his hard-on was for her, or he suffered from recurrent priapism. Maybe he ought to call a physician for himself. She snorted.
    At first, she’d maintained her distance—as much as she could when locked in a small room with him—but then she’d begun to test him. She’d lean close to him and observe how his nostrils flared or would brush against him to hear him curse. Monto , he would mutter, an epithet between a shit and a fuck in his language. Every time he jerked away, she notched her mental belt.
    Yeah, she was an idiot. What kind of woman teased the kidnapper who lusted after her and who held ultimate power in a society in which rape was not a crime?
    A desperate one.
    She’d decided to seduce her way to freedom. She was testing him, figuring him out, waiting for the right moment.
    Having sex with him would not be a hardship. In another place and time, she’d leap at the chance to jump his bones. He was a badass bad boy. Power and sex appeal rolled into one alien man hunk. She’d gladly ride him into the sunset. Only her plan was to ride him out of his underground hideaway.
    From outside the room that had become her jail, Tara heard an odd squealing. She ran to the door and pressed her ear to it. A man growled and then came another cry. She widened her eyes. A woman! Was she Parseon or Terran? Could it be she wasn’t the only hostage? Did Marlix kidnap females often? The woman cried out again, and Tara nibbled her lip, listening harder to determine if she heard pain or sexual pleasure. What were they doing to her?
    Though she figured it was fruitless—she’d tried it countless times—she yanked the handle and fell on her ass when the door sprang open.
    Bug out! She leaped to her feet. Oh-Great-High-and-Mighty-My-Word-Is-Law Alpha had allowed security to lapse. Or had he set a trap? Could he be testing her? Tara peeked into the corridor. Moans and groans, feminine and masculine, originated from the end of the hall.
    Guilt at her selfishness weighted her steps as she tiptoed, reversing the path Marlix had taken the day he’d brought her here. Her conscience hammered on her for ignoring the plight of that poor woman, who could be in the same position she was.
    Another cry pierced the silence.
    No, a worse position. But logic insisted she help herself first. Once free, she would report Marlix to the Terran Embassy and bring the full wrath of the Terran Federation down upon his ass. It wouldn’t be much, but it would be something!
    Tara crept across what appeared to be a living room with Alpha-sized sofas and chairs. Her bare feet padded soundlessly on the cold stone floor—or maybe the deafening roar of her heart masked the footfalls.
    From the far side of the parlor, she entered another hall, which led to the elevation tube. She wanted to punch the wall with frustration when she reached the portal and spied the gene scanner. Of course, everything had been too easy! Still, her cell had been unlocked, so maybe… She waved her hand over the screen, hoping it would work on a guest pass or something. Visitors came and went, didn’t they?
    “Come on, please. Come on,” she whispered.
    “Going somewhere?” Alpha’s voice sounded right behind her. Tara squealed and spun around.
    Marlix folded his arms and smirked at her. That her escape attempt amused him obliterated her fear and raised her ire. She itched to slap the stupid smile off his face. But she knew how that would pan out, so she balled her hands into fists and wrestled her temper under control.
    Operation Bug-Out had failed. She would need to revert to Operation Seduction.

Chapter Six
    After conversing with Urazi and arguing with himself, Marlix had unlocked Tara’s door to permit her to “escape.” But when he watched her creep away via the monitor in his control room, he’d