Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) (18 page)

“Can you stop fucking your whores long enough for us to decide what to do?” When Antony halted, Umar let out a sigh of relief. He finally had his son’s attention. “Her birth cycle is in eleven rotations. We need to secure her before then.”

“Antony,” Lisil begged. Antony leaned to kiss her.

Umar’s face flushed. “Pay attention to me, this is important. I have contracts that need to be signed. I’m losing credits every day that bitch is gone.”

Antony paused. “Sign her name. You’ve been doing it all along. What’s to stop you now?”

“The Galactic Council is watching me. I know they are.” Umar’s gaze darted around Antony’s room. The council was so sneaky. He wouldn’t put it past them to have listening devices planted, even in here.

“If I sign anything while she’s off planet they’ll know. Oh, they think they’re so smart. The Galactic Council is trying to catch me forging the princess’s name,” Umar added.

That bitch was ruining all his plans. But everything would be righted once he had her back in his clutches. Oh, and once he got her, he’d make sure that bitch never left the planet again.

“Father!” Antony’s call broke him from his thoughts. “Pay the ransom so we can get her back.”

“What? Waste that type of gold on her? Never!” He would think of another plan. One that wouldn’t alert the Galactic Council.

“You have the gold.”

Antony grabbed the vials within his reach. Umar recognized the pink-tinged liquid inside as synthine. Sami and Lisil’s eyes glazed over as they watched the contents.

“I expect you’ll want to leave now. I plan to busy myself while you arrange to pay the ransom for her return.”

Sputtering, Umar made a hasty retreat out the door.

Immediately after his father cleared the door, Antony grabbed a handful of Sami’s hair and pulled his head back. “Drink.”

Sami and Lisil took turns finishing the small amount of synthine. Sami’s eyes rolled to the back of his head while Lisil smacked and licked her lips.

Now he would be able to do anything to his pretty little whores without as much of a peep of disagreement.

Antony positioned himself behind Sami. “Get on your knees.”

Sami followed the command with a lingering smile and without objection. Antony pushed Sami’s face down and spread his butt cheeks wide. He let his cock slip into Sami’s tight, dark cavern, sinking deep. Antony groaned as Sami cried out. Sami’s ass constricted tightly around him, sending shock waves of pulsating pleasure to his heavy cum-filled sac.

It took all of his self-control to hold his position. “Lisil, give Sami more synthine.”

With a nod, Lisil retrieved another bottle and fed it to Sami. As the drug penetrated his system, Sami moaned and slumped. His muscles instantly relaxed.

Antony’s fingers dug into Sami’s flesh and spread his cheeks farther apart. “That’s right. We needed to relax you a little, didn’t we?” he purred.

Sami gave an animalistic moan. Antony pounded harder, driving Sami’s head into the bed.

“Do you like that?” he snarled as he slammed forward repeatedly. “Do you like being fucked hard? Tell me.”

“Yesss,” Sami hissed. “Fuck me, fuck me….ahhh…”

“Give me your cock, Sami,” Lisil begged. She positioned her head under Sami and latched on to his thick shaft.

Lisil spread her legs wide. Two fingers worked vigorously in her pussy, slamming in and out while the other hand squeezed and massaged Antony’s balls.

The bed muffled Sami’s moans and yells. Antony planted his feet flat on the bed and held on to Sami’s hips. He drove full force within Sami, fucking him relentlessly. Sami’s ass, although slickened, pulsated around his cock.

“That’s right, take it all.”

“Anything for you, Antony,” Sami moaned.

After two more thrusts, Antony settled back onto his knees and pulled Sami with him, plucking him from Lisil’s mouth. “Ride me.”

“Yes,” Sami whispered.

Sami sat back, engulfing Antony. He rose and lowered himself on Antony’s hard shaft. Lisil turned over, rose to her knees and began vigorously sucking Sami’s oversized shaft again.

“That’s it, give me your ass.” Antony held on to him and slammed upward as Sami slammed down. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered.

Sami erupted with a yell and shook violently. His seed spurted, filling Lisil’s hungry mouth. The sounds of Lisil happily slurping every drop filled the room.

Yelling, Antony pounded into Sami’s slickness. Sami’s flaccid cock dropped from Lisil’s mouth. Immediately, Lisil massaged Antony’s heavy, swinging sac, causing it to constrict. With the impending relief of his own seed, Antony pulled out.

With a grunt, Sami rolled to his back. Lisil hungrily watched Antony’s cock. As he came, Antony pulled Lisil closer, coating her lips with his load. Lisil smacked her lips and smiled. The white liquid coated and dripped from her nose and lips.

“Do you plan to share, Lisil?” Antony asked.

“Of course.”

Leaning over, Antony licked Lisil, cleaning her up. Sami rolled over with a grunt. Even flaccid, Sami’s cock was most impressive. Unable to resist its allure, Antony latched his lips on it. He needed Sami hard again and fast. Antony’s ass burned to be fucked.

Antony prided himself on being able to give just as well as he could take. It was a good thing his father left when he did. His father was aware he fucked the male whores. What his father didn’t know was that Antony also allowed the whores to penetrate him.

Which he preferred above all.

Antony moaned as Sami thickened within his mouth. Lisil positioned herself next to Antony and playfully licked and kissed Sami’s sac.

“Ohh,” Sami moaned. Sami palmed both Antony’s and Lisil’s heads and massaged their scalps.

Antony constricted his cheeks and let his lips glide over Sami’s length. At the bottom, he bit into the hard flesh. Sami hissed and curled his fingers into Antony’s hair.

Antony released him and swirled his tongue around Sami’s swollen cock.

“For that you must take it all,” Sami said, forcing Antony’s mouth down his length. Sami’s bulbous head tickled the back of his throat, causing him to gag.

Sami moaned, lifting Antony by his hair.

“Again,” Antony begged. His eyes watered and mouth dripped.

Sami pushed Antony’s head even farther than before. Antony gagged. Sami did this over and over again. Antony hardened almost painfully. He prided himself on being able to take more of Sami’s cock than Lisil ever could.

Antony lifted only to say, “Ready my ass, Lisil.”

Lisil let go of Sami’s sac with a plop. “Yes, Antony.” She positioned herself behind him. She spread Antony’s cheeks. A wet tongue penetrated his cavernous opening. She moaned as her tongue sank in deeper, massaging his walls. Antony groaned and rocked back on her. His muscles loosened and relaxed as her spit dripped down his inner thighs.

Antony slipped onto his back and opened his legs, giving Sami the invitation he needed. Sami moved between them. He held on to Antony’s knees, pressing them to his shoulders. Sami’s thick shaft stood erect and aimed at Antony’s ass. Antony moaned. His muscles clenched and unclenched with need.

“What about me?” Lisil asked, pouting.

“Next time, baby,” Antony replied. He didn’t have any intention of wasting Sami’s cock on Lisil’s pussy.

Sami held on to his cock and positioned it against Antony’s opening. “How do you want it?”

“Do you have to ask?”

Sami smiled broadly and thrust with a grunt. Antony’s ass burned as Sami filled him completely. Antony yelled out. Unperturbed, Sami withdrew and plunged in again and again. He continued to burn with each thrust. No matter how many times Sami claimed him, Antony would never get used to his size.

Antony dug his nails into Sami’s shoulders. “Harder,” he ground out.

As asked, another thrust stretched and ripped his ass. “Yes!” Pain erupted throughout his body. His sac throbbed, engorged with need.

While Sami needed synthine to blunt the pain, Antony did not. He welcomed it with every thrust.

Antony grabbed his cock and fisted it. “Faster,” he pleaded. “Faster.”

Growling, Sami let loose. He held Antony’s knees apart. Antony’s thighs strained as his muscles stretched.

Lisil sat back and watched. She licked her lips, waiting for the next load.

Sami used all his muscles to thrust into Antony, driving him up the bed. Antony moaned as his back burned against the sheets. His head hit the headboard with a bang. That didn’t stop Sami. He pumped harder. The bed rocked and creaked.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Antony yelled. His neck craned uncomfortably to the side.

Sami grabbed the headboard with both hands. His rippled stomach flexed tightly. Sweat dripped from Sami onto Antony.

“Ancients!” Sami yelled. “Your ass is so tight.”

Antony pumped harder and watched as Sami pulled out. Instantly, Lisil covered it with her mouth. Sami grabbed a handful of her hair as his head fell back. He yelled with pleasure as his body spasmed. Lisil swallowed with gulping noises.

Antony jerked his cock fast. His release erupted through him, spurting and covering his body.

Panting, he spread his arms out. Sami and Lisil stopped to watch him, waiting for their next directive. “Well? What are you waiting for? Clean me up.”

* * * * *

Umar sat at his desk, the bonding document spread out in front of him.

I don’t need her to sign it.

Of course she could cry her signature had been forged, but who would believe her? Especially after they inspected other signatures. They would all match.

Umar smiled as he signed her name and dated it for a date well before her escape. All he needed now was Antony’s signature. He stopped himself short from rising. It would be best if he waited until after Antony was done playing with his whores. He had no desire to witness any more than he already had.

Kane stared into the mirror, prepared to start his nightly mantra. Instead of staring at a man he barely recognized, he saw
himself
. Not only did he recognize the man in the mirror, but his heart didn’t burn from unrelenting pain anymore. What had that water done to him? He ran a hand over his hair and across his face.

He shook his head and pushed away from the sink. He grabbed the bath towel from its hook and wrapped it low around his hips. The eerie waters had revived him but the shower had also felt good. He sauntered from the bathroom to his closet, aware that Sa’Mya watched his every move.

She sat cross-legged in the middle of his bed. The handmade deck of cards JB had given her was laid out in neat rows. While JB guarded the females, he had taught them how to play. Kane often found her and her aides in a game of poker or, as now, solitaire.

Sa’Mya’s hair flowed around her. The locks were a sharp contrast against the black nightgown she wore. She looked more beautiful than ever, which was exactly why she had to get off his vessel and as far away from him as possible.

She was nothing but a distraction. He lost sleep night after night because of her. During the night, he listened to her shift in his bed while he tossed and turned on the hard, cold floor.

More than once, he’d wanted to get up and join her. What harm could it do? Unless he got used to her warm body snuggled up next to his, he would be fine.

Right?

No, as soon as this week was up, he would drop her off and hightail it to another galaxy. He doubted he would even see the princess again.

She flipped the cards into neat piles in front of her. “Tell me about your childhood.”

He pulled a T-shirt over his head. He grabbed a pair of shorts and unhooked his towel, letting it fall to the floor. The slapping of the cards stopped.

He pulled on his shorts. “What is there to tell?” He shut the door and leaned on it, facing her.

She picked up the stacks of cards and moved them to the side. “I want to know about your childhood. I am curious about young Kane.”

Young Kane.

That had been a lifetime ago. But… Without knowing the reason, he went to his trunk. He opened the lid and stared at the two worn and battered knapsacks.

They were both similar in appearance, except for the printed initials. He picked up the one with the initials A.L.E embroidered on the front.

Anna Lisa Epps.

It weighed less than his. His had been filled with supplies for survival—knives, lighter fluid, matches, a screwdriver, wrench and hammer. Anna had filled hers with mementos and pictures.

He had called Anna irrational at the time. As alien bombs rained down on New York, Anna had systematically gathered every picture she could find. Now three-and-a-half years later, the light knapsack was his lifeline, the only thing that kept him sane.

Kane sat next to Sa’Mya and emptied the contents of Anna’s bag on the bed between them. He didn’t really know why he wanted her to see them. The only other person who had seen these pictures was JB.