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everything that I ordered be put in there. Also, send out a notice to the crew about my arrangements. I don’t want anyone to question me on this,” Drogan said.
Jason responded, “Yes, sir, Captain, sir.”
“Good man. Now go. I have a guest.” That rough, husky tone was back.
Rena shivered as his voice dropped an octave and he looked over the lieutenant’s shoulder at her. She gave Jason credit. He didn’t so much as steal a glance at the so-called “guest.” He just bowed to the captain before leaving the room.
“Give me the disc and I’ll be on my way,” Rena said. “I’ve already missed my shuttle.” She tried to sound calm and collected but her voice shook with anger. She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her. It was as if he could see her naked through her T-shirt and pants.
“You don’t have to worry about a shuttle. You can always catch the next one,” he replied nonchalantly as he made his way toward her. He ignored the pillows and blankets that were scattered on the floor. His boots crushed the soft material.
“I can catch the next one?” she hissed. Rena glanced away, trying to ignore the sight of him dressed head-to-toe in black leather. “Some of us aren't lucky enough to be born into wealth. Now give me my damn disc back and I'll be on my way, you asshole.”
She finally looked up at him. He stood towering over her petite frame. She swallowed at the lust burning in his eyes.
Chapter Eight
Drogan kept himself from reaching out to her. He wanted to pull her to him, feel her curves against his body. He wanted to enact every fantasy played out on the disc and more. Being away from her had been torture.
He worried about the way she looked at the moment. There were dark circles under her eyes, and although she was still curvy, she had lost some weight. Drogan was angry with himself for causing her so much pain and distress. He had beaten himself up a lot while away from her. He ached to hold her, to soothe her and tell her it would be okay, that from now on he would take care of her. That she would never, ever have to be put through that again.
He prayed that Rena would agree to the deal that he would offer her tomorrow morning, but for now he would have to seduce her and play out as many fantasies as possible. He had to show her a night of such bliss that she would realize she couldn’t live without him. He needed to convince her that he was the only man who could provide the things she needed. He licked his lips and smiled at her. He could see her nipples clearly pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Without a thought he reached for the dagger at his side, withdrawing it from the scabbard. Rena tensed as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pierced it with the sharp tip of the weapon, and then proceeded to rip the shirt in two with an upward thrust.
The sides of her now-torn shirt hung limply open. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra as the curves of her breasts were exposed to his gaze. He swallowed, trying to hold back the need to destroy the rest of her clothing.
“My shirt!” she shrieked before pulling both sides of the material together. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, fire burning in her eyes.
A predatory smile curved his lips. “I’m relieving you of your clothing. Now take off the pants too.” When she paused, he added, “Do you want that little disc or not?”
Rena unfastened her pants slowly, pulling down the zipper. “You're a real piece of work, you asshole. Sexual blackmail, and your version of bodice ripping? Do all your lovers enjoy your general bastardry or just you?”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed down, bending over to give him a lovely view of her cleavage. She paused to kick off her flats and then pulled off her pants completely.
He ignored her anger and focused on the rest of her clothing. “Take off your underwear and your shirt.”
Drogan rubbed his cock through
Jason responded, “Yes, sir, Captain, sir.”
“Good man. Now go. I have a guest.” That rough, husky tone was back.
Rena shivered as his voice dropped an octave and he looked over the lieutenant’s shoulder at her. She gave Jason credit. He didn’t so much as steal a glance at the so-called “guest.” He just bowed to the captain before leaving the room.
“Give me the disc and I’ll be on my way,” Rena said. “I’ve already missed my shuttle.” She tried to sound calm and collected but her voice shook with anger. She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her. It was as if he could see her naked through her T-shirt and pants.
“You don’t have to worry about a shuttle. You can always catch the next one,” he replied nonchalantly as he made his way toward her. He ignored the pillows and blankets that were scattered on the floor. His boots crushed the soft material.
“I can catch the next one?” she hissed. Rena glanced away, trying to ignore the sight of him dressed head-to-toe in black leather. “Some of us aren't lucky enough to be born into wealth. Now give me my damn disc back and I'll be on my way, you asshole.”
She finally looked up at him. He stood towering over her petite frame. She swallowed at the lust burning in his eyes.
Chapter Eight
Drogan kept himself from reaching out to her. He wanted to pull her to him, feel her curves against his body. He wanted to enact every fantasy played out on the disc and more. Being away from her had been torture.
He worried about the way she looked at the moment. There were dark circles under her eyes, and although she was still curvy, she had lost some weight. Drogan was angry with himself for causing her so much pain and distress. He had beaten himself up a lot while away from her. He ached to hold her, to soothe her and tell her it would be okay, that from now on he would take care of her. That she would never, ever have to be put through that again.
He prayed that Rena would agree to the deal that he would offer her tomorrow morning, but for now he would have to seduce her and play out as many fantasies as possible. He had to show her a night of such bliss that she would realize she couldn’t live without him. He needed to convince her that he was the only man who could provide the things she needed. He licked his lips and smiled at her. He could see her nipples clearly pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. Without a thought he reached for the dagger at his side, withdrawing it from the scabbard. Rena tensed as he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pierced it with the sharp tip of the weapon, and then proceeded to rip the shirt in two with an upward thrust.
The sides of her now-torn shirt hung limply open. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra as the curves of her breasts were exposed to his gaze. He swallowed, trying to hold back the need to destroy the rest of her clothing.
“My shirt!” she shrieked before pulling both sides of the material together. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, fire burning in her eyes.
A predatory smile curved his lips. “I’m relieving you of your clothing. Now take off the pants too.” When she paused, he added, “Do you want that little disc or not?”
Rena unfastened her pants slowly, pulling down the zipper. “You're a real piece of work, you asshole. Sexual blackmail, and your version of bodice ripping? Do all your lovers enjoy your general bastardry or just you?”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed down, bending over to give him a lovely view of her cleavage. She paused to kick off her flats and then pulled off her pants completely.
He ignored her anger and focused on the rest of her clothing. “Take off your underwear and your shirt.”
Drogan rubbed his cock through
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