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his treatment. For an instant, she wondered if it would hurt him but there were no alternatives. Gritting her jaw, she deftly removed his boots, easing the gravity control bonds off one at the time while she floated at his side. Phrull. It looked as though the Torgon goo had splattered on his clothes as well. She might as well cut the shirt and trousers off since he wouldn’t be able to wear them again.
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    Where the hell was he? Richard tried to move but felt as weak as a kitten. His eyes fluttered open and he instantly wished he’d kept them closed. Panic seared his gut. His limbs jerked but she’d shackled him, leaving him suspended in midair with not a stitch of clothing. And to top it off, he had an intensely painful hard-on. The one thing that came to mind was Hinekiri had lied. The bloody alien was conducting some sort of test on him. Every bone in his body ached and muscles throbbed as though they’d been overused. Vigorously used.
    A soft swish indicated he was no longer alone. Hinekiri walked into his line of vision, petite and regal in a close-fitting, rainbow-colored robe that clung to her curves and swished to reveal a shapely thigh when she walked slowly around him.
    His cock pulsated and it wasn’t a particularly nice sensation. The panic inside increased. “What have you done to me?” Instead of a forceful demand, the words emerged in a whispered croak.
    “Richard,” she said.
    He thought he heard delight, but wasn’t sure he trusted his assumption, given she’d trussed him like a chicken ready to barbeque. It could be that she was glad he was awake so she could continue with whatever the hell she’d been doing to him. His cock chose that moment to jerk. Richard’s scowl darkened as he fought for control. One mighty fine clue to help solve the puzzle as to her activities. That and the fact she was naked beneath that rainbow gown. Her nipples were poking out, signaling go just like a bloody traffic light when it turned green.
    Richard suppressed a snort and tested the shackle on his left hand, moving stealthily so the bonds holding him didn’t creak. It wasn’t constructed from a familiar material.
    “Are you feeling all right?” She placed a cool hand on his forehead. “No wooziness? You don’t feel as hot as you were before.”
    “Before?”
    Richard thought back trying to remember what had happened. They’d found parts and driven out here. Then…then… “There was a purple pansy.” But that didn’t explain why he was in the room and trussed up tighter than a Sunday roast leg of lamb.
    “Nice pole, sailor.”
    “Where are my clothes?”
    The humor in Hinekiri’s face faded. “You collapsed after the Torgon toxin splattered onto your arm. You had an allergic reaction. I had to take your clothes off to cover your body with Dalconian healing liquid.”
    “Hmmm.” Richard cast a doubtful look toward his groin region. And how exactly had this raging erection occurred? His eyes closed to slits, concentrating his glare on her face. “What else did you do?”
    Hinekiri made a tsk-tsking sound at the back of her throat. “Are you thinking bad thoughts, Richard Morgan? Do you think I had something to do with that?” She waved a languid hand toward his unruly body part.
    “What the hell else am I meant to think, woman?”
    “I would never force myself on a man,” Hinekiri said with quiet dignity. Just when Richard was beginning to believe her, she punctured his faith with an impish smile. “I have to admit I’ve imagined it a time or two. Having a man helpless and at my command. I’d dress myself in tight red leather with lots of strategic slits.” She waggled her brows up and down and stared into the distance as if she were pondering the scenario. “And a whip. I’d definitely have a whip. Maybe a feather tickler as well. A red one to match my leather outfit.”
    “Let. Me. Go.” A vein pulsed at Richard’s temple. The damn thing beat a noticeable tattoo. No doubt