Eve of Seduction

Eve Aizawa 1: Eve of Seduction Lizzie Lynn Lee All rights reserved.

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Eve Aizawa 1: Eve of Seduction Lizzie Lynn Lee Meet Eve Aizawa. Soldier. Seductress. Super spy. Assassin. Gun for hire. And digital inmate. When rumors reaches Central Command that an infamous terrorist named Adrian Black has murdered and impersonated a tycoon named Jean-Val Cédolin, Eve is sent to confirm this information. Centcom fears that if a man as dangerous as Black has control over Cedolin’s unlimited funds, Black will start a revolution against the Imperial government. To Eve, this mission looks like a cakewalk. But her hot partner, Raul Mason, explodes with jealousy when the alpha tycoon tries to take Eve for himself. Just when she thinks she's in control of the situation, Mason and Cédolin collide in a final dangerous game of sex and power, with Eve trapped deliciously in between. Double seduction is only the beginning.

Chapter One He took me hard like a savage beast. My master’s cock filled me so deep, I could feel him throbbing in my depths. His grip was tight, fingers and nails dug into my skin, pinning both my arms behind my back, forcing me to surrender to his ferocious thrusts. He grunted and slammed into me impossibly harder, gyrating his hips in such a way that he wasn’t only branding me with his primal lust, but also scattering my mind to oblivion. He fucked me as good as I remember. “Eve,” he called to me in a hoarse voice. “Relax. You’re resisting me.” I couldn’t relax. The pleasure was too intense. I felt tethered at the precipice of my climax. Naturally, my pussy squeezed his rampaging shaft tightly. An incoherent mumble escaped from me. “Fuck.” He released one of my arms and gave me a slap on my ass. “Relax, I said.” The spank stung me. A red, scorching fire burned my backside. I whimpered. The pain felt so good, a violent orgasm ambushed me. He cursed again and gave me several cruel spanks while a mind-shattering pleasure consumed me. “Did I say you could come?” he barked. “Did I give you permission?” I was a wreck as the waves of ecstasy gradually dissipated. “I’m sorry, Master Lehiyaar.” “That won’t do.” He sounded vexed. “I’m afraid I have to punish you, Eve.” A dark thrill crept into my very core. I knew he was never going to be easy on me, but I always anticipated his mastering with delight. I waited for his punishment, but it never came. Instead, the light around us flashed in blinding throbs, and the

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room’s walls peeled off, rippled and decayed, oscillating like renegade pendulums. My master’s grip weakened. I turned to him. He faded abruptly and his voice cut like the static of a broken machine. A warning message from the Clarion’s Central Artificial Intelligence flared into my left peripheral field. This session has been terminated. We are now commencing your transfer to the secure lounge facility. “What the --” Before I could complete my curse, the A.I. zapped me, fully clothed, into a windowless, chrome-walled room, and propped me up as if I were a schoolgirl ready for a morning lesson. A man dressed in a Special Forces uniform sat gingerly across from me, eyeing me with impatience. I greeted him with a nasty curse. “Nice to see you too, Miss Aizawa.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Did I interrupt you or something?” I told the gentleman to go fuck himself. This man, Colonel Todd Sanderson, was my handler in the Clarion Holding Facility, a maximum-security prison where I served a three-hundred-year sentence for masterminding the biggest heist in Sigma-Ren history. I was a good girl, gone bad. When the CIB, the government intelligence agency that I’d served for the last three decades, royally screwed me because I was the perfect scapegoat for the scandal that threatened some bigwigs’ jobs, I decided I wanted a big payback. I robbed the Imperial Reserve Bank in Bataviv. The heist would have been a success if my cohorts had done what they were supposed to do. I was caught and tried in absentia. They cryoed my body and hosted my mind in virtuality to make sure I’d stay put. After only a few weeks of confinement, the Viper, a branch of military intelligence corps in the Sigma-Ren Special Forces, approached and offered me a deal: they would let me go early if I agreed to do some work for them. Because of my talents and skills, the Viper commissioned me for work

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they didn’t want to be associated with if the missions bombed later. I was now their ghost and executioner. A black contractor was what they called it. Sanderson lifted an eyebrow from my sincere, heartwarming greetings. “My, my, are we fussy today?” I scowled. “I only get one conjugal visit every month, and out of all of those free days, you just have to bug me today. You know, just because I’m an inmate, it doesn’t mean you can zap me around whenever you like.” Sanderson didn’t make any attempt to apologize. He never did. Being an officer in the Service, and also quite a hotshot in his division, Sanderson was a textbook example of what an insufferable asshole was all about. “We would have notified you in advance, but I only received my orders just now. My superiors want your answer today.” My scowl deepened. I was pent-up because Sanderson had pulled me from a paid session with Master Lehiyaar. Since Lehiyaar was a popular escortier in the GridStreams -- the universal virtual world that connects the telecommunication systems among star systems and galaxies -- it had cost me a lot of money to book a session with him. His escort agency wouldn’t give me a refund if a session was interrupted because of my unavailability. Sanderson waved his hand, dismissing my gripe. “Relax, will you? Your new assignment will involve a lot of fucking. You’ll get conjugal visits every day.” He probably meant this as a joke, but being a stiff-ass like him, his attempt came out halfbaked. He decided to get to the point when he saw I wasn’t amused. “Have you heard of a man named Jean-Val Cédolin?” “Doesn’t ring a bell.” “He’s one of the Fortune V’s infiniters, owns half of the Birma system, and built his empire from luxurious pleasure resorts. One of them is Le Paradis. Have you heard about it?” I shrugged lazily. “Maybe.”

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“Oh, indeed, you are familiar with Le Paradis, Miss Aizawa. In fact, you planned your heist in one of those hotel rooms. I’m surprised you couldn’t recollect that particular memory quite well, considering how brilliant your scheme was.” Did I tell you Sanderson was an asshole? “Cut the crap and tell me what you want. I’m not in the mood for twenty questions.” Sanderson leaned back in his chair, looking unperturbed. He was used to my gripes. We’d never gotten along since the day he’d approached me with the gig as the Viper’s black contractor. “We had a tip that Jean-Val Cédolin is actually Adrian Black. I’m sure you are familiar with that name by now.” My curiosity piqued when Sanderson mentioned him. Adrian Black. Who could forget him? He was the charismatic leader of the Black Monarch, a separatist group that opposed our sovereignty in the Birma system. Ten years ago, Black had decided to storm an opera house packed full of ambassadors, politicians and top military echelons in the middle of an ass-kissing party, and took them all hostage. He and his diehard followers demanded independence for their home planet from our government. I was in charge of the hostage negotiation at that time, and was able to convince Black to release the hostages if we granted some of his demands. Our negotiation turned into a bloodbath when Adrian Black changed his mind and issued an order to decimate the hostages. After the cataclysmic firefight, only a few survivors were found alive. Black and a few of his little terrorist buddies got away. This tragedy had haunted me for quite a while. “I know Adrian Black. You don’t need to fucking quiz me.” Sanderson twitched a smirk of victory. “We believe Adrian Black managed to kill the real Jean-Val Cédolin and downloaded his own neuras into Cédolin’s body. We want you to verify this suspicion.” “And what if he did?”

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“Simple. We would like you to find out what he did with Jean-Val Cédolin’s neuras. Recover Cédolin if at all possible. Then we would like you to terminate Adrian Black. Organically and digitally.” “Hmm… no trial or anything?”

Sanderson cocked another smile. “We would like to keep this low profile.”

“A clean kill, or are you leaving that to my creativity?”

“Since when do we ever ask you to do anything in violation of the Code of

Conduct?” “Touché.” I tapped my fingers on the table. “What would I get for this?” “We’ll dock thirty years from your sentence.” “I want fifty.” “Thirty, Miss Aizawa. The Central Command authorizes me for thirty.” “Go ask them for fifty.” “May I remind you that you’re not in a position to bargain? Take it or leave it.” Asshole. Asshole. I glared at him. As a prisoner, I didn’t have many grounds for leverage, especially when they held my beloved original body hostage. Each time Viper gave me an assignment, they downloaded my neuras into a blank, and released me from the virtual holding facility to do my job. I would have run and betrayed my contract if I didn’t have a dirty secret of my own. You see, the heist I’d masterminded wasn’t a complete failure at all. Even though the prosecutors had recovered most of the money I’d stolen, I’d managed to send an outrageous amount of cash to some off-sovereignty banks. Moments before I got caught, I coded the accounts’ verification keys into nanoenhancive flakes and injected them into my bloodstream. Without the account verification keys, no one would be able to claim the money. They knew that and scrutinized me, searching for the verification keys. So far, their efforts had been in vain. The nanoenhancive flakes had practically disappeared into my body, and couldn’t be found without a trigger code I’d programmed. The prosecutors tried

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coaxing a confession from me in very creative ways, but I wouldn’t talk. I was the CIB’s chief profiler before they sacked me. I had supervised and trained new agents to interrogate high profile cases, and invented radical new ways to make the most tightlipped suspects sing like songbirds. So, yeah, good luck to them. Sanderson flicked his wrist up and a datacube materialized from his palm. With a light wave, the datacube sailed toward me. “All of the information you need for this mission is in there. Peruse it at your earliest convenience.” I caught the datacube and stuck my hand in it to access its content. A massive number of files flew into my Brain Machine Interface, sputtering like fireworks among my digital neurons. “Do I get to choose my own blank this time?” “Sorry, we can’t do that.” Sanderson let another triumphant smile appear. “JeanVal Cédolin has very specific tastes in women. Since your mission will involve plenty of bedtime activities, we’ve chosen a special blank for you, tailored to attract Cédolin’s interest. It cost us a fortune.” I wasn’t too happy about this and, as usual, Sanderson didn’t give a shit. “We’ve also assigned you a partner. His name is Raul Mason, one of our best spec ops. You’ll enter Le Paradis as a duo of exotic performers.” “Now, wait a minute. That’s not the way I do my job. I work alone.” “Not this time. Cédolin’s network grids are next to impossible to hack. You’ll need a partner to do the legwork while you keep Cédolin busy. Raul Mason is a tech expert, especially in infiltrating security networks. He is one of our rising stars. You’ll like working with him.” I blew a sigh of exasperation. “Is this term negotiable?” “As negotiable as your current sentence.” “Fuck you.” “I would love to, Miss Aizawa, but I’m a married man. Wish I’d met you years ago. We’d make a hot couple.” Sanderson winked. He rose from his seat, still flaunting his insufferable smile. “If you don’t have any more questions, I’ve arranged your blank decanting for tomorrow at 14:00 hours sharp. I’ll see you for a briefing right after that.”

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What a dick. If in virtuality people could get seriously injured like they did in the normal world, I’d have loved to shove my foot deep into his ass until he saw my fancy pedicure from his throat. Well, too bad you couldn’t.

Chapter Two Seven decanting processes, and I still couldn’t get used to it. In fact, I hated it. It felt like you woke up in a ditch somewhere after partying all night, with a bitchy hangover pounding in your head like an incessant jackhammer. The breathing tube inside your nostrils made it impossible to breathe, and the tank’s slimy amniotic gel made you gag when you opened your mouth to catch a gulp of air. The purpose of a reawakening process while I was still inside the growing tank was intended to ease the body’s stress level after the neuras downloading process completed. But I tell you, it was more downright traumatic than soothing. Imagine the experience of being born, only with a full adult comprehension. Totally creepy. I’d gone through the same process seven times before, and each time I still got freaked out. As soon as the air pumped into my new body, I opened my eyes and panicked. Like any other human being who found themselves waking up drowning, the survival instinct hit me after full-blown consciousness registered in my mind. I thrashed inside the tank, my arms and legs flailing, looking for something to grab. Only there was nothing, until a pair of strong hands pulled me up out of the amniotic nightmare. I coughed violently, sputtering a massive amount of phlegm and gel. “Good fucking grief, Eve. Get a hold of yourself. How many times have I told you not to try to breathe until I finished unhooking the life support systems?” The harsh voice of Frizz, the decanting specialist of the Clarion D/D facility, welcomed me back into the mortal world. For the eighth time, now. I felt my nose and pulled out one of the syntheca percolator tubes that pumped air into my lungs. It hurt like fuck.

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Red-colored phlegm spurted out from the end of the tube. Frizz helped with the other one. He gave me a towel to wipe my face. After several nasty coughs and a long attempt to clean up any remnants of the gel from my nostrils, I finally found my voice. An alien, soft and feminine melodic voice came from my mouth. “How many times have you had a decanting process, Frizz?” “You know I’ve never had one.” “Then shut the fuck up.” “Wow. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Eve?” Frizz offered his hands to help me out of the tank. “Relax, will ya?” The cold floor welcomed my bare feet, slimy from the globs of amniotic gel. I would have slipped if Frizz hadn’t held my arms. He led me to an examining table and helped me sit on it. With a laser light, he performed a routine check of all of my vitals, making sure there was no complication with the decanting process. “You’re good,” he announced, then paused. “Your pulse and everything else looks normal.” A smile sneaked its way onto his face. “What?” “This is one of the best blanks I’ve ever seen. They must have spent a fortune to culture a body like this.” Frizz’s gaze hovered at my chest a little too long. I instinctively groped my breasts. The shock of emerging from the tank had finally worn off, making me conscious about the state of my nakedness. “That son of a bitch. Who designed this blank?” My palms couldn’t even cover each breast successfully. They were firm and pendulously heavy, overflowing from my hands. Truly, every man’s wet dream, but useless in a fight, or if I needed to run fast. “Oh, come on. They’re lovely, I tell you.” Frizz snickered. “Enjoy your twins while they last…” I cursed in silence. When Sanderson said Jean-Val Cédolin had a special preference in women, he didn’t mention that the bastard had an unhealthy fixation with large-breasted women. I loathed this assignment already.

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“Colonel Sanderson and his staff are waiting for you in the conference room. So, whenever you’re ready, Eve.” Frizz handed me another large towel. “I need a shower first.” “Sure. You know where the shower stalls are. Just don’t take too long. The colonel has specifically informed me about this.” Just for spite, I took my time in the shower. I scrubbed my new body, shampooed my hair several times, and shaved my body hair with a razor I pilfered from a vending robot. When I emerged from the shower, my skin was a deep shade of pink from the hot water. I spent a considerable amount of time examining myself in front of the mirror. The stranger in the mirror stared back. The face I was wearing -- my face now -- was innocently angelic. It was oval, high-cheeked, and had an uptilted nose. The eyes were large, almond-shaped, and the color of a summer sky. The wet hair tangled on my shoulders was a deep shade of red. It would probably be curly and fall below my elbows when dried. My annoyance ebbed away. I’d never been decanted into a blank this exquisite. This new body was voluptuous, and yet as lithe as a dancer’s figure. A body made to be fucked. I decided to forgive Sanderson for the gift of the heavy set of knockers. Earlier, I had thought this was his idea of a joke. After I saw my new image in the mirror, I could see the genetic designers who created this body had put their efforts into designing a perfect siren. I’d never played a seductress before, so this should turn out to be an interesting mission. I got dressed and went into the conference room. Sanderson greeted me with a frown as soon as he saw me. “Miss Aizawa, finally. What took you so long?” I took a seat on one of the antigrav chairs. “I was very dirty. Have you ever been decanted before?” “I thought you kept me waiting just to piss me off.”

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“You got that one right, Colonel.” I fixed my smile to mimic Sanderson’s signature sneer. “So, what else do I need to know about this mission?” Sanderson threw me an annoyed look. “I want you to meet your new partner, First Lieutenant Raul Mason.” He gestured at the man sitting next to him. “Lieutenant -Eve, Eve -- Lieutenant. I’m sure you two will have a blast working together for the next three weeks.” We traded gazes. Mason and me. It was eerie. The moment I stared straight into his eyes, I felt some familiarity in him. I couldn’t put my finger on the exact who, when or where because the man sitting in front of me was a total stranger. I had never seen him before in my life. Dejà vu. We sat in silence, glaring at each other. Mason could be a very attractive man if he hadn’t put on a murky expression. His large, dark olive eyes stared at me sulkily as if I were a dreaded creature he must baby-sit for the next three weeks. His gaze skittered on the two-piece summer suit Sanderson had sent me to wear, dismissing me as if I had bad taste in fashion. A tide of irritation swept over me. I turned to Sanderson and griped about his choice of partner. “Geez, Colonel, for once I thought you were going to pair me with someone interesting.” “Trust me, it’s no vacation for me either,” Mason countered in a vinegary voice. Even his deep and throaty male voice couldn’t hide his aversion to me. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, pal,” I snapped back. He shot me a once-over look, then worked up a sinister smile. His sexy lips curved slightly as he gave me a contemptible shake of the head. “I wasn’t. This thing -could have been worse.” This thing. He referred to my blank as “this thing.” A jolt of annoyance lanced through me. I shifted my attention back to Sanderson. “Would you be so kind to tell Mr. Mason I prefer to work with a competent agent, and from what I’ve observed, I’m not sure he’ll live up to my standards.”

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“With all due respect, sir, would you be so kind to tell Ms. Aizawa that a red­ headed skank is not my type of woman, but as a professional, I can endure the prospect of working with her providing she’ll refrain from being a bitch.” “For fuck’s sake, children. Break it off!” However, Sanderson’s expression belied his tone. An insufferable smile pasted on his face as if he’d expected this would happen. The bastard knew Mason and I would hate each other on sight. “If you two are finished with your pissing contest, I’d like to start this briefing. Shall we?” Mason cast me a dark look as Sanderson ordered the sentry A.I. to open the case files. As the holographic Artificial Intelligence materialized before our eyes and drawled on about Jean-Val Cédolin’s biography, I made a note to myself to remind Mason of his place after this briefing was over. I behaved during the briefing, even when Mason kept throwing his digs at me. At the end of the briefing, Sanderson gave me a passkey to a hotel room for me to crash in for the night. Mason and I were scheduled to depart to the Birma system tomorrow morning. “You kids play nice,” Sanderson reminded us as he was ready to leave. “We’ll have a final briefing in HQ tomorrow morning. Try not to kill each other before your departure, okay?” He winked and left. The door closed. “Look.” Mason broke the ice as I gathered my things. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Why don’t we start over from the beginning? Hi -- I’m Raul.” I didn’t take his hand. I didn’t forgive him for calling me names. “So, I’m not your type, huh?” Mason’s jaws tightened. His unshaken hand fisted agitatedly as he drew it back. Mister Tech Genius here apparently had a temper problem. “Look,” he said for the second time, his deep voice clipped with a harried tone. “I know your history, and I know why you agreed to take this shitty assignment. I have seven months left in Viper before they approve my transfer to Raptor. Most likely, they

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won’t do that unless I agree to take on this mission. So as you can see, I don’t like this gig any more than you do. Humping in public just isn’t my forte.” I didn’t buy it. Even a village idiot could see Mason tried to hide the source of his problem. With the way he reacted, I suspected he had issues with the blank I was wearing, rather than being assigned to a mission he didn’t want. It was me, and not the sex act we must perform in Le Paradis. As exotic performers, Club de Burlesque contracted us to do more than heavy petting on stage. “You didn’t answer my question. I asked you if I’m not your type.” His lips tightened into a hard line. “You look nice. Happy? Can we move on now?” “I think I know what your problem is.” I crossed my arms over my chest, and did a quick profiling based on what I’d observed about him. “I think your ex must look like this blank I’m wearing. She promised you the moon, and life couldn’t have been better until one day you found her with some loser in your bed, because you’d been neglecting her needs. Naturally, when you saw me today, it just brought back some old memories. Am I close to the proximity here?” He tutted, drawing himself to his full height. Mason was tall and bulky. He was at least six-feet-seven without his combat boots, all muscles and testosterone, and more likely one hundred percent male chauvinist. “For your information, she’s blonde, petite, and we separated civilly. Are we finished?” “On the contrary, mister, I’m just getting started.” “I’m not interested in your little game, Eve Aizawa. Save it for Cédolin. God knows you’ll need it.” “If the body I’m wearing isn’t the type of female who’s likely to arouse your interest, Mr. Mason, then I’m seriously questioning your capability to perform this mission. It’s not too late to ask Sanderson for your replacement.” Mason’s expression darkened. Full-blown irritation engulfed him. I thought his fluster was cute. He was one of those people who looked even more attractive when

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angry. He grabbed my hotel pass card and pushed me toward the door. “I’ll give you a ride to your hotel.” I pushed his hand away. “You’re an asshole,” I said with a laugh. “Sanderson would likely agree if you requested a replacement, but you chose not to. That means all my deductions about you are right. What’s the matter? Are you on a personal crusade to prove once and for all that you’re really over your bitter breakup?” “You’re the asshole.” Mason jabbed a finger at me. “I thought Sanderson was an asshole, but you’re a bigger asshole than he is.” “For what? Making deductions is crucial to my job. I like to work, correction, I demand to work with competent people, and I want to make sure my partner doesn’t screw me like the last time.” “I’m fit for this assignment, your deductions are frivolous, and I want to grab a bite to eat sometime soon. Can we cut this short?” “Prove it.” Mason mouthed what? He shook his head. “I don’t have time for this, Aizawa.” I pushed him to sit in a nearby chair. He was startled, surprised to see my brazenness. “Listen,” I purred, putting on my low voice. It came out smooth, silky and seductive as if it was meant to do this sort of thing. “As a spec op, I’m sure you’ve been thoroughly conditioned in your training about the importance of a conflict of interest in a mission. I’m trying to help you out here, Mason. I can’t afford to have my partner flip out in the middle of a job. If your hostility toward me is caused by your unhealthy obsession with your ex, you might as well face it now before we enter the lion’s den.” “I think you flatter yourself too much.” “Really?” With one hand, I quickly pushed his knees open and dragged the tip of my nails along his inner thigh. There was no mistaking his desire with what I found there. His cock stirred under his black fatigues, hardening at the juncture of his thighs. I tsked judiciously. “Flagrante delicto, Mason. Still deny that I’m your type?” He snatched my hand and wrenched it up as if my touch had burned him. “Bitch,” he spat.

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I laughed. “Oh, you didn’t see my bad side yet, mister, otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting still like this.” I studied the half-angered prime stud in front of me. My mind went wild concocting what kind of scheme I should use to teach him a little lesson. “Let’s play a game. I know you want me, Mason, but your ego is so inflated you can’t bear to admit to yourself that you have a problem with the body I’m wearing. Let’s prove that, shall we? If you can resist me for five full minutes, I’ll let you take charge in this gig. If you fail, I’ll be the one in charge and you’ll do this job my way. What’d you say? Think you’ve got the balls to play my little game, Mister Tech Genius?” Mason narrowed his eyes. He seemed torn between his rational thoughts and his manly pride. In the briefing, he’d repeatedly made his point that he wasn’t my errand boy, but a fully competent officer in the Service who should be treated as such, and I had better curb my bitchiness ’cause he wouldn’t take any crap from me. From my deductions, I knew a man like him couldn’t resist the bait if I was able to prod him in the right direction. He stayed silent for an eternity. “Chicken.” I made some clucking noises. He let go of my hand. “Bring it on.” His olive eyes smoldered. If looks could kill, I would probably have a spontaneous human combustion about now. Mason burned me with his eyes, a mix between zealous lust and self-denial. “I thought you would.” “Listen, Aizawa…” “Yes, darling?” “Never mind.” A sneer surfaced on his handsome face. “Your five minutes are on. Impress me.” “Mmm.” I climbed up on the table and slipped off my high-heeled pumps. With a bare foot, I hooked the back of Mason’s chair to glide it closer to me. He stiffened where he sat. “Relax, I won’t bite you.” I giggled girlishly. “Or maybe I will…” “Yawn, yawn.”

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“Oh, really?” I pulled my skirt up, showing him my black lace panties. Sanderson usually sent me conservative clothes whenever I had a decanting process, but this time I was surprised when he sent me a set of lacy lingerie along with the twopiece, pink summer suit. I couldn’t have guessed what Sanderson was up to, but on this occasion, the sexy lingerie was coming in handy. Mason tried to look impassive, but I knew his heartbeat started to accelerate. Even though my blank wasn’t fitted with the biomechatronics system that had fancy gadgets to detect such responses from live beings, I could read Mason’s arousal like an open book. Profiler knacks, probably. And besides, Mason was already in heat. He had been in heat since the first time he saw me. He was so awed, he looked like he saw a ghost from his past. I slid the panties down to my ankles. I pinched the lacy strap with my toes and rubbed them on Mason’s chest. He still watched me as if he wasn’t amused. But he twitched when I brushed the erection under his pants with my toes. “I think you’re very brave to take on my challenge. I was so annoyed when I found out this body wasn’t fitted with a biomechatronics system. But then, I found other features that are just as cool.” I pulled my skirt off and spread my legs wide, so he could have a good look at my pussy. Mason’s eyes were veiled with uncertainty. He tried to look away. “Pay attention to me, Mason. Watch me.” He had this fleeting defiance in his eyes, but he fixed his gaze at my cunt. I flicked the hood of my clitoris, which was hard and pouty, and then dipped a finger into my opening to collect my dew of lust. I oiled myself with it. Mason started to shift in his seat. I spread my sex lips open and circled my clitoris with one finger. This blank, my body, responded to the initiation like a well-tuned engine. Fevered heat crept all over me. I moaned from the sensation, my voice dark and husky. “If you can resist me, Mason, then you’re one hell of a man. Do you know of a bioengineered hypothalamus gland called B-62?”

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Mason’s face flashed a grasp of the idea that he was in big trouble. Or about to be. “That’s right,” I happily chirped. “Like those snotty Engineered Embryo folks, this blank was fitted with a B-62 gland. When I’m horny, the gland secretes potent pheromones through my every pore, my sweat, and most importantly, my cum…” I pulled my fingers from my pussy and smeared the liquid lust on his lips. Mason didn’t try to evade it. He was deeply rooted in his seat. His jaws clenched hard and his hands clawed the armrests of his seat. I heard some faint cracking noises. Like any other spec ops in the Special Forces, the Viper had extensively wired and fitted Mason with the biomechatronics system. He was so unaware of his own strength that he squeezed the marcasite armrests until they cracked. “Like it?” I leaned forward until our faces were only a hair’s-breadth apart. He sucked in his breath when I licked his lips. They were warm and soft, lips truly made for kissing. “You want more?” Mason didn’t answer. I pulled back. “Don’t be so shy. I can see you want me bad, Mason. I bet you’re eager to shove your hard cock…” I paused, spreading my labia, “in here.” I slipped two fingers into my dark, moist pussy, fingering myself fast and furiously. “I bet it would feel so good. Imagine this, being inside me, so deep until your balls kiss my ass. Oh God, can you see me, Mason? I’m so fucking wet. Your cock would slide nicely into me. Can you see how wet I am? Aren’t you going to do something about this, Mason? Give me a lick, at least…” As if he were hypnotized, Mason grabbed my thighs and buried his face in my pussy. Despite the pleasure he gave me, I couldn’t hold my laugh from seeing him cave in. And my laugh snapped him out of his dream-like state. From what I’d heard, most men under the B-62’s spell usually didn’t stop until they jacked off. Mason jolted from his seat and slammed his fist on the table. A loud crashing noise boomed, resulting in a fist-sized crater on the surface of the steel table. A storm of curses filled the room. He closed his eyes, breathing hard. His face was a deep shade of

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red, a mixture of being royally pissed and shame. Without a word, he stormed to the door, and slammed it so hard I could hear the furniture rattle. My laugh rang to the ceiling. It hadn’t even been five minutes yet.

Chapter Three Le Paradis looked so different from what I remembered. Of course, that was some years ago. The last time I was here, I hadn’t really paid attention to the scenery. I was busy plotting a vendetta against the CIB and the government. Quite ironic that now I was back as their rep, wielding their sword of justice, so to speak. Several hours after we’d arrived in the resort, I decided to check out Club de Burlesque, the premier cabaret club where they contracted Mason and me as performers. According to the information in my briefing, Club de Burlesque was Cédolin’s favorite hangout. He had a VIP balcony reserved for him and his playmates to party, and from what I’ve read, the guy threw wild parties almost every day. When I got there, I noticed the VIP rooms were empty. I closed my eyes and accessed my BRI interface, asking my neuras the current time -- 16:00 hours GST now. Club de Burlesque was rather deserted. I ordered a drink and made myself comfy in one of the private booths. As I sipped my cocktail, I saw Mason emerge from the club’s door, looking for me. I blinked, still not accustomed to his new look. While we were on the starliner, he had a cosmetic regen procedure to grow his military jarhead-style hair in order to fit his role for this assignment. His hair now reached past his shoulders. Actually, he looked damn hot with it. He caught my eye and walked toward me with a big smile on his face. I guessed he was now committed to his role, because he hadn’t spoken to me during our sevenday flight. He was mad about losing the bet. “Darling.” Mason kissed my cheek. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” It was weird to see him passionate like this. He always had an agitated look on his face each time I was within his sight. He hated me because he was under my grip,

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and at the same time he was helpless to deny his attraction to me, or at least, the body I was wearing. “I thought I needed a drink before the show.” I twirled the olive in my martini. “Have you finished unpacking, Joe?” Mason entered Le Paradis as Joseph Müller from the Republic of Hominikom, while I played Victoria Wolf, Joe’s lifelong partner and on and off stage lover. Together, we were a pair of exotic performers from the Tahana system, on our first interstellar tour. “Not yet, baby, I’m tired.” Mason lounged next to me, pulling me into his arms. He kissed the nape of my neck, whispering, “I finished setting up the Troj virus and launched it into Cédolin’s network. It will attach itself to the Central A.I. when they do a security sweep tonight.” He took his time between nipping my skin and reporting his discovery. His display of affection aroused me. “Well, if you’re tired, take a nap. We still have plenty of time before the show.” With the tip of my finger, I wrote, “good job” on his hand. “I was going to, but you know I hate sleeping alone. Want to go back to our suite?” Mason nipped my earlobe. “We’re being watched.” I gave an exaggerated sigh. “I don’t know, Joe. I’m not in the mood.” I wrote, “really” on his hand. “Mmm.” Mason made a purring sound. His pupils dilated for a second while he accessed his BRI interface. As spec ops, his neuras were equipped with hi-tech gadgetries. He could easily do a scan sweep with optic cameras installed in his retinas’ lenses. “Two o’clock, human -- not an artificial or construct -- M-2 stereozoom binoculars.” Binoculars? Who would spy on people using binoculars nowadays? I heard some voyeurs do get a kick out of watching people using obsolete technology. “Cédolin?” “Uh-huh. It’s a strong possibility. He’s a sucker for a redheaded bitch.” He spoke in such a low voice that only I could hear him.

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I ran my hand on the side of his cheek, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head toward me. Apparently, Mason still had a grudge even though he was getting all mushy with me. I brushed my lips over his. “What about you, Joe? Are you a sucker for a redheaded bitch too?” He stared at me. I was surprised to see the intensity in his eyes. Mason captured my chin and dipped his tongue briefly into my mouth. He then kissed me lazily, openmouthed. “This isn’t about me, Victoria. This is just a gig.” I bit his lower lip, and withdrew slightly. “Really?” “Really.” One of Mason’s hands slipped under my silk dress and found its way to the juncture of my thighs. He cupped my mound while two of his fingers pressed the plump curve of my pussy, feeling the wetness on my panties. “Baby,” I called him in a sweet tone, “what are you doing?” “It’s all about performing, Victoria. He’s watching us right now and we just have to give him what he wants.” “Not what you want?” A brief exhalation stalled in my throat when he wrenched my panties down. Mason sucked in his breath. “I guess I could jack off in the shower, but why bother? You’re the one who couldn’t keep your panties on around me since day one.” I laughed. “Unlike you, sweetheart, I’m not a hypocrite. I just naturally like to fuck.” Mason pulled my hair and pushed me against the table. My martini spilled. “Well, enjoy your fuck.” He slipped behind me, groped my ass, and shoved my dress up to my hips. I heard unzipping noises, and a moment later, he positioned himself on my sex. My skin heated at the very contact. My pussy clenched when I felt the tip of his cock brush my sensitive folds. “Oh, Joe,” I gasped. “What’s this? A grudge fuck?” He didn’t answer me. He kissed the side of my chin and my neck, muttering. His breathing sounded like a winded runner. I could swear he mumbled “Eve” at one point with abandoned sighs. I flinched when he mashed his fingers on my pussy. My

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abundant juice wet his palm, his fingers, as he impatiently felt me to find his precise target. I couldn’t resist throwing out a snarky remark. “Have you done this before, old boy?” “For once, shut the fuck up, Victoria.” “Aww s-s-sh --” My defiance was cut short when he thrust himself inside me. A brief white vertigo robbed my coherent mind before I fully realized he was ravishing the core of my being. He cursed behind my ear with half-praise and half-aggravation as my pussy swallowed his whole length. His cock throbbed in my depths, so hot, so furiously large. He pushed me belly down on the middle of the table. My ass was upturned, hanging on the edge. His hands slid on my thighs, shoving my legs wider. He withdrew, and then with brute force he buried himself to the hilt. His coarse pubic hair ground my perineum and his stiff balls were on my clit. I don’t know if he wanted to hurt me or he just couldn’t control his long-suppressed urge. He was taking me right where he wanted, as hard as he wanted, the way he wanted it, and I’d better have no say about it. I bit my lip. Mason pummeled in and out like a well-oiled piston. It felt so damn good even though he wasn’t playing nice. He wasn’t planning to. He was still mad at me. And he wanted to sate his urge without regard for my satisfaction. A grudge fuck. Fast, hard and furious. “Joe.” I tried to get a more comfortable angle. From this position, my legs would cramp after just a few minutes. “Stay still!” Mason slammed into me so hard, I felt as if he’d punched me from the inside. “Can we --” “No. Stay still, I said.” Mason squeezed my breasts. I bit back my moan. I shut my eyes as he pounded me ferociously like before. Mason was clearly the silent type. He didn’t like to talk during sex. Only the sound of his breathing and the

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lewd noise of our sex accompanied our mating. Me? I’m the noisy type. But this time I refrained from squeaking out any noise. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. It was just that I didn’t want to give Mason the satisfaction of being a stud. I hissed through my teeth. Even though I didn’t want him to see I was thoroughly enjoying being drilled in public, my body couldn’t deny the ecstasy slowly waiting to erupt. Mason took notice of this. “What’s the matter, babe? Afraid to beg?” “Sweetheart, less chatty, more fucky.” Mason decided he needed to silence my big mouth. My snarky comment was without a reward. He crammed his fingers into my mouth so I couldn’t throw out more insults. A sweet-salty flavor flooded my taste buds, the taste of my own juice. “More fucky, you said, huh? Is this the way you like it, bitch?” I could only mumble through his fingers. He ground his hips against me, as if looking at the possibility of penetrating me deeper. I felt my orgasm just around the corner. My thighs stiffened and my sex muscles contracted. “Oh, no you don’t,” Mason said gruffly. He beat me by two seconds with his own climax. A sharp pain burst in my shoulder when he came. I wasn’t paying attention at first as my own “little death” thoroughly occupied my mind. Paralyzing pleasure had robbed me from the world, until it slowly faded and I realized Mason had bitten me on the shoulder. “Oh, shit.” He pulled his fingers out of my mouth. “Baby, did I hurt you?” I collapsed on the table. A dozen snide remarks were on the tip of my tongue, but I decided to curb them. I shook my head. “I’m sorry,” Mason murmured, sounding sincere. He grabbed a napkin and dabbed it where he had bitten me. “Oh shit, this is bad. I think you need a doctor.” I craned my neck to see what he was talking about. The bite mark was shallow, but it was bleeding quite a bit. I felt like a vampire had fucked me.

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“Let me take you to the doctor. I’m sorry, Victoria, I really am.” Mason shifted me to his side and zipped his trousers. I felt languid and sleepy after my climax, even though the dull pain on my shoulder started to throb. I just wanted to curl up and doze where I was now. Mason had just replaced the napkin with a fresh new one when a cultured voice in a heavy Birmaian accent greeted us. “Beautiful.” The man clapped his hands. “Simply beautiful…”

We both recognized the man from our briefing. Jean-Val Cédolin.

“Miss Wolf, Mr. Müller, welcome to Le Paradis.” He smiled. “I wasn’t quite sure

when my manager suggested your names as a headliner in my club, but now that I have witnessed your explosive performance, I’m quite pleased I listened to him. Am I right, Jacques?” A stoic, well-dressed man beside Cédolin forced a smile on his face. “Therefore, I must insist on your company at my dinner party tonight. Let’s say, seven?” Mason didn’t say anything.

I shrugged. “Why not?”

“Excellent.” Cédolin tipped his head at me. “Jacques will pick you up at your

suite. Oh, Jacques, make sure you send Dr. Knoll to tend to Ms. Wolf, would you?” “Of course, sir,” the bodyguard said. “Mr. Müller, Ms. Wolf.” Cédolin nodded at us. “It’s a pleasure to have you in my resort. Until later.” The dark look on Mason’s face didn’t fade away until long after Cédolin left. I wondered if he was genuinely jealous of that infiniter. “You worked fast.” Mason cast me a cold stare. “What’s the matter, Joe? Afraid you might not get your piece of candy anymore?” Mason dragged me out of Club de Burlesque as if I were a rag doll. Men.

Chapter Four Of all of the lions’ dens I’d visited in my career, Jean-Val Cédolin’s mansion was probably the most luxurious privately owned residence I’d ever seen. The place occupied one third of his exquisite island, and oozed with I-got-too-much-money-toburn nuances. Cédolin had sent his personal airlimo for us before sunset. When we touched down on the landing pad, the big shot himself welcomed us into his little utopia. His staff and bodyguards stood behind him as we climbed down from the airlimo. They all dressed in black, and wore the same unnaturally happy expression. They all looked fucking creepy in my opinion. Cédolin took my hand and kissed it like a true gentleman. “Welcome to my island, Miss Wolf, Mr. Müller. Would you be interested in a grand tour?” “Would I? I’ve been dying to see your place from the minute I got here, M’sieur Cédolin.” Cédolin offered us a big charming smile, the same PR smile we saw on the stellarcast and the media. Like his staff, he also wore an all-black ensemble that looked absolutely fantastic on his tall body. It nicely complimented the luster of his sandy hair. His gray eyes gleamed at my eagerness to his invitation. “Marvelous. Then, shall we?” Mason smoothed the creases on his summer jacket, acting as if he were terminally bored. I knew he welcomed the opportunity to observe Cédolin’s unhackable and impenetrable lair from up close. The Viper’s Intelligence officers had briefed us about the schematic system of Cédolin’s security network, and our first objective was to find his personal databank. If this handsome, soft-spoken and highly cultured Birmaian infiniter was indeed Adrian Black, he would keep a digital vault where he stored all his dirty laundry.

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With the technology nowadays, where an artificial personality could be coded into someone’s neuras to camouflage that person into a total stranger, most people weren’t crazy enough to wipe out their past memories. If Cédolin were indeed living a double life, he would keep a databank of all of his little secrets to remind himself from time to time who he really was. And we really, really wanted access to that storage. Sanderson had bitched about the importance of verifying Cédolin’s true identity in the event that I must permanently terminate his existence from this mortal world. Viper wouldn’t be happy if I whacked the wrong guy. Ten minutes into the grand tour, Cédolin had his sommelier serve us chilled champagne in crystal flutes. I sipped mine as Cédolin showed us his prized art gallery. “Magnificent place.” I made small talk with Cédolin. If from the fractal view, Cédolin’s place oozed with the opulent nuances, the interior décor of the mansion was quite nauseating to my taste. Too grandiose, it bordered on being tacky, making me itch to hit whoever Cédolin had hired as his interior designer. “It must have cost you a fortune to furnish this place, Mr. Cédolin. Is that the real La Fresnaye artillery I’m seeing?” Cédolin beamed. “Money is not a concern of mine if I happen to set my eyes on something exquisite, Victoria. And please, call me Jean-Val. May I call you Victoria?” I fluttered my eyelashes, flirting with him. “Victoria is fine, but all my close friends called me Vicky.” “Vicky. That’s an Old Earth name.” “Indeed. And my very, very close friends call me Oh My God, Victoria.” I mimicked the tone of a man who was at the verge of climax. My laughter bubbled at the rim of my champagne glass. Cédolin stole a glance at Mason. He might have had a say about my innuendo if he hadn’t caught the sulky look on Mason’s face. Cédolin lifted his glass to me. “You’re a riot, Victoria.”

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I laughed silkily, dragging my red-painted nails on the sleeve of his expensive suit. Cédolin understood my insinuation. As a womanizer, he was an expert at reading body language, especially with the way I presented myself. In fact, Cédolin hadn’t been able to take his eyes off me ever since I arrived on his private island. This evening, I’d donned a killer green silk dress that barely clung onto my twin mounds, and paired it with the black “fuck me” pump stilettos. I had arranged curls on the top of my head to accentuate my slender neck and voluptuous chest, showcasing all of my best equipment. Even Mason couldn’t find anything snide to say when he saw me earlier. We’d just entered the rooftop of the mansion when Cédolin’s butler announced, “Dinner is served, sir.” Cédolin gave his champagne glass to his butler. “Shall we?” He offered his arm to me. I took his arm and followed Cédolin to the terrace, where they served us an exceptional haute cuisine. Everything was delicious and I was already stuffed when Cédolin’s chef de cuisine served us a spectacular dessert of white mousse mille-feuille. But having spent the last few months in virtuality, I couldn’t refuse the temptation of great food. “So, Jean-Val, do you often invite your guest performers to dinner?” I asked between mouthfuls of the rich dessert. “Only those who arouse my attention.” Cédolin’s eyes feasted on the dessert spoon I licked suggestively, and then looked at Mason to measure his reaction. Mason didn’t say anything. He was anything but grumpy this evening. Though he played his cover quite well, I thought he was rather overdoing it. According to our plan, Mason was supposed to play a role of the dominant boyfriend of Victoria, but one who wouldn’t hesitate to sell off his girlfriend if the price was right. If Cédolin took our bait, I wouldn’t be surprised if he proposed an offer to Mason sometime soon. And Cédolin exceeded my expectations, working fast too. “How did you two meet? Have you known each other long?” The insinuation was obvious. I would bet all

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my ten fingers that Cédolin already knew our history down to when we were still in our diapers. Our fake history that was. And now, he was just measuring the integrity of our relationship. “Oh that.” I giggled. “Funny story. We --” “Oh, please, Victoria,” Mason interjected. He folded his napkin with a distasteful look on his face. “Not that again. When are you ever going to stop telling people that stupid story? You’re embarrassing me.” “Oh, bite me, Joe.” I sipped my wine, frowning. “Jean-Val, you have to forgive Joe. He can be Mr. Party Pooper sometimes. Twelve years we’ve been together and I still can’t figure him out.” I sighed theatrically. “There are times I wish he came with a user manual.” Mason chastised me with a roll of his eyes. “Mr. Cédolin, I must thank you for the lovely dinner. Victoria and I would like to get ready for our show if you don’t mind. It’s only an hour and forty minutes before showtime and we haven’t had the opportunity to inspect the stage.” “I’m afraid that won’t be necessary, Mr. Müller. I’ve talked to the Club de Burlesque manager and cancelled tonight’s show. I’m sure you certainly wouldn’t let Miss Wolf perform in such a condition, would you?” Mason’s face hardened, trying to look ignorant. “What condition?” Cédolin stole a glance at where Mason had bitten me. “Her little love wound. My physician said it’s only a minor laceration, but he strongly suggested Miss Wolf should take it easy tonight.” “She’s fine.” Mason cast me a knowing sneer. “It happens all the time. Victoria loves it when I get a bit rough.” “Of course,” Cédolin countered in a polite tone. “But I must insist on your company this evening. There are many amenities in my resort I haven’t shown you yet.” “But we’ve been contracted.”

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“Don’t worry, Mr. Müller, you will be compensated in full as per our contract. Why don’t we go back inside to discuss this matter? At this time of the year, I’m not so fond of the heat.”

Chapter Five Mason was in a dark mood when we were back in our suite. I wasn’t sure if he was still playing his cover, or was genuinely pissed because of Cédolin’s proposal. After our fancy dinner, Cédolin and Mason had a personal discussion in the terrace while Jacques ushered me into the drawing room to show me his boss’s latest art acquisition. I didn’t have to guess about this one; I had a pretty good idea what they were talking about. I just didn’t understand why the conversation had really pissed off Mason. “You slut,” Mason shouted at me as soon as he closed the door. “Really, that’s getting old.” He seized my arm and squeezed me hard enough to cause pain. “You have no shame, Victoria, flirting with him like a cheap slut.” “I just was being friendly. Don’t forget, he’s the one who contracted us here, Joe. It’s good for our advancement.” “Bullshit. You’re thinking about your own advancement.” Mason let go my arm and pulled me until our faces were only a hair’s breadth apart. “Don’t forget, I own you, Victoria. You’re mine.” Hmm. Mason was trying to tell me something here. I mouthed “the room is bugged, isn’t it?” Mason blinked as a “yes.” A snarl curled on the corner of his lips. I huffed, pretending to be ignorant. “I’m tired of your macho shit, Joe. Maybe I wouldn’t be flirting around if you treated me a little better.” I shoved him hard. He retaliated with a kiss. Oh my, I melted. My nipples went hard and my pussy clenched. God, the kiss was mind-blowing -- a French kiss, all that tongue and so fucking passionate like he really meant it. It wasn’t an obligatory kiss as if we were two spies working together to

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cover our deception. Mason kissed as if we were a pair of soul mates who were going to be apart forever. I forgot to breathe for a few seconds. His tongue stroked deeply, sweeping past my teeth, the roof of my mouth. His lips crushed mine, devouring me as if there was no tomorrow. My panties were damp from the way he kissed me. I couldn’t help grinning as soon as he let me go. Mason caught the reason why I was grinning. Somehow, he just confirmed my original deductions about why he was so hostile toward me. His face flushed and his snarl returned. He got agitated again. “Take off your clothes.” Yeah, like I was going to make everything easy for him. “I’m not in the mood. I have a headache. Besides, you already got one today and you bit me.” “It wasn’t a request. It’s an order.” Wow, who did he think he was? My drill sergeant? “Bite me.” Mason snagged my arm and ripped the spaghetti strap of my dress. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room. My breasts spilled out. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He sucked in his breath when his gaze slid to my chest. His eyes narrowed, burning. Uh-oh, I was in trouble. I took a step backward and was ready to bolt to the bathroom when he grabbed my waist and slung me over his shoulder. The world suddenly spun one hundred and eighty degrees before my face clunked against his back. He turned me upside down, my ass in the air. “Hey, this isn’t nice,” I protested. I could just feel Mason smiling as he carried me into the bedroom. “If you think this isn’t nice, wait until you see what I’m going to do to you next.” Shit. I’ve never heard a threat sound so sweet. Mason deposited me on the edge of the bed. I felt a bit lightheaded from being turned upside down. He took advantage of me while I was a little bit dazed. He ripped off the rest of my dress, undressing me down to my panties. My garter belt and stockings were gone in a blink. Another smile curled his lips when he saw what kind of panties I was wearing. A black lace G-string. “You’re such a slut.” He ripped off my panties.

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I was about to retort when he plastered his mouth on mine again. The kiss was hotter, rougher than before. My lungs felt like they were about to burst out of my rib cage; he didn’t give me a chance to breathe. I had to push him away. I wheezed the moment he broke the kiss. “Fuck.” “That’s a good idea.” Mason straightened his hulking posture, undressing. His jacket came off first. Then his white shirt, pants, undershirt, and finally his briefs. He kicked off his shoes. He didn’t bother with his black socks. Actually, he looked so damn hot naked with socks. I know some guys who would look stupid in that ensemble, but not Mason. He was head to toe gorgeous. His body perfectly muscled. His olive skin looked smooth, and no body hair was in sight. Yum. Absolutely fuckable. Mason leered as he stroked his cock. My eyes widened when I had a good look at that cock. That thing was huge. No wonder I felt like I’d been plowed with a wood log when he fucked me earlier. His cock pulsed, and a drop of pre-come leaked from his tip. He grabbed the side of my face and pulled me toward his groin. “Blow me.” I snorted. “Why should I?” “If you make me come first, I’ll go easy on you. You won’t get too sore.” Oh man, that sounded both threatening and exhilarating. Hell, maybe I wanted to be sore. His lips slashed into a wide grin when he saw me pout. I’d given him the evil eye. “Come on, babe.” “I didn’t hear the magic word.” “Forget it.” “Then forget the blow.” I looked the other way, my chin tilted high. “You know, I give a dynamite blowjob.” I heard him hissing at the words “dynamite blowjob.” I know men can never resist a good blow. He tugged my chin to face him again. His voice sounded strained when he begged me. “Please.”

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“Please, blow me, Victoria,” I teased. “Bitch.” He went mad again. “I should teach you a lesson.” Mason grabbed me and threw me in the middle of the bed. I yelped. He snatched something from the floor and got on top of me. He planted his hand on my neck and squeezed me hard enough that I started seeing stars. I gasped. He bent down, brushing his lips over mine, whispering, “I’m tired of your game, Victoria. This time, I need to put your toes on the line.” I squirmed, gasping like a fish out of water the moment he released his hand. Mason flexed something in front of my face. The brown leather belt made a cracking sound as he made his point to intimidate me. I squinted. Belt? Come on, I’ve seen worse. I thought Mason was going to flog me with it, but it appeared he had something else in mind. He looped the belt on my neck and fastened it quite tightly so my breathing was constricted. He shifted off me and barked, “Turn around. On your knees and elbows.” I pouted, being defiant. “Bitch, I haven’t got all night.” He spanked the side of my thigh. I whimpered. My pussy grew wet from the abuse. Am I such a slut or what? I did what he asked. My face pressed against the duvet; my ass and pussy were presented to him in plain sight, ready for the taking. I felt so vulnerable, and yet, thrilled at the same time. “Shit, you’re dripping,” Mason commented on my state of arousal. I felt him trace the leakage on my inner thigh, and then to the source of my wanton heat. Fingers plunged into my pussy, unceremoniously, pistoning in and out in vicious thrusts. I clawed the duvet, squirming. Mason just knew where to hit me. Pleasure thickened. He slipped in another finger, stretching me to the limit. I moaned. He rammed me harder. My pussy clenched in desperation, welcoming his abuse with delight.

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He pulled out his fingers as fast as he rammed them in there. I yelped moments later. I felt a tongue flick the hood of my clit, and lazily swirl into my opening. I creamed. “Slut,” Mason commented. But he sounded amused. He then decided to dry me with his mouth. Holy fucking God. I was breathless. I bit my lip, savoring the overwhelming pleasure. I never guessed Mason was such an oral expert. His tongue was everywhere. His teeth scraped my folds, and he was practically chewing on my clit. I felt myself drowning in a deeper pleasure until a violent climax ambushed me. The world faded away for a second. An immense pleasure incapacitated me. I shook from head to toe, trying to recollect myself. I heard Mason laugh. A victorious laugh. He shifted. The belt on my neck was also shifting. Mason pulled the end of it, using it as if it were a tether. I had an idea of what Mason was up to. He wanted to play horsie. Hmm, kinky. My head snapped backward when Mason entered me without warning. He slammed into me like nobody’s business, sinking deeply. I heard him swear as he ground his hips as if he were looking for a deeper penetration. Fuck, I felt so stuffed even though I was more than ready. He pulled the belt. For seconds I couldn’t breathe. He withdrew up to his cockhead and slammed back into me hard. I shouted, clenching the duvet. It hurt, but also felt so good. I’ve had rough sex in my time, but never had a grudge fuck before Mason. He rode me as if he were trying to tame a wild horse, with the belt as his rein. Fire scorched my pussy. He fucked me like a demented man. Mason yanked the belt and I found myself with a lack of oxygen. My ears started ringing and bright silver stars swam into my peripheral vision. His thrusts were incessant. Savage and brutal. God, it felt so damn good. The oxygen deprivation made me more susceptible to other senses. He quickened his pace. I cursed through my

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gritted teeth. My climax hovered just around the corner. When Mason rained several spanks on my ass while he rode me wildly, I came so hard I thought I was dying. I collapsed, trembling violently. Tears stained my cheeks. My voice was a series of breathless sobs. Mason let go of the belt and pulled my hair so I faced him. “Bitch,” he called me, sounding like he was amazed to have witnessed the testament of a brutal orgasm. “If you’d have blown me first, I wouldn’t have gone this hard on you.” “Joe,” I whispered, slipping into my role. “I’m sorry.” “Right.” Mason snorted. “I’m still going to fuck you.” He pushed me on my back and cleared the stray hair from my face. He kissed me hard as he shoved my legs apart. I moaned. His hard cock filled me again. He sank so deep, I swear he wanted to fuck me up to my throat if that was at all possible. He didn’t move as soon as we became one. Instead, he kissed me again. Rather tenderly this time. He bit my lip, nibbled my chin and my earlobe before he whispered, “Cédolin took the bait.” “No shit.” He kissed the side of my jaw. “He offered me an extra five hundred grand if I let him entertain you.” “Uh-oh.” His cock was throbbing inside me. Mason hissed through his teeth. He thrust. Fast, hard and deep. I mewled, clinging onto his shoulders. He pounded me in a series of savage slams while reporting his conversation with Cédolin. I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. Hell, how could I concentrate? Mason was an expert cocksman. He made me come every five minutes. Mason ended his report with another brutal slam. I screamed; pain and pleasure exploded together, rippling from the center of my sex. I came again. He didn’t stop while I was climaxing. My pussy clenched his cock, protesting his abuse, but it didn’t stop him from being an animal. In fact, it seemed that it just fueled his lust. “Fuck.” He growled, ramming into me faster.

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I wailed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take his furious fuck. Mason was an animal. I muffled my noise by biting into his shoulder. He didn’t seem to care. The bed’s frame creaked as Mason was driving me deeper into the bed. I panted. My entire body quaked. Another climax seized me again. A brutal one. He pounded into me three more times before he finally came. His shout matched mine. He grunted, emptying his cum inside me. Then he collapsed. We were tangled in the bed. Our bodies were plastered with sweat as we were claimed by exhaustion. We were after-glowing. We didn’t speak. The only noise in the room was the sound of my breathing and his satisfied purrs. I squirmed, pushing him aside when his weight became too heavy for me. Mason caught my eye and smiled. A contented kind of smile. He looked so sweet I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a deep, long kiss. He kissed me back with such heat it melted my being into a puddle of nothingness. “You know, we could just have cuddled like this when you needed to tell me something,” I whispered to him. He raised an eyebrow. “What’s the fun in that?” I couldn’t keep myself from smiling. At this point, I was convinced Mason didn’t just do this to secure his cover. He enjoyed playing Joseph Müller. Not like he was ever going to admit it. Mason looked at my cunt, and one of his hands groped me there, playing with my pussy lips. I saw he was hard again. Oh, shit. When did that happen? He was ready for a second helping. “Joe,” I protested. “Give me a break. I’m tender.” He grimaced. “Like I care?”

Chapter Six “Cream?” “No thank you, I like my coffee black. But why don’t you sweeten me up with five sugars.” I pushed my cup in Cédolin’s direction. “Five sugars? No kidding.” “I’ve a sweet tooth, didn’t you know that already?” “I know you enjoyed the dessert so much last night, but I never thought you were a sugar addict.” Cédolin dropped cube after cube of sugar into my cup. While Mason was still fast asleep this morning, Cédolin had surprised me with an invitation of an intimate le petit déjeuner on his island. I was still in my peignoir when Jacques suddenly showed up in our penthouse and insisted that I follow him to his boss. He didn’t even let me dress properly for the occasion. Cédolin, who I was sure had an eye and earful of what happened in our penthouse suite last night, didn’t mind the state of my indecency. He welcomed me as if it was nothing new for him. We sat on the terrace of his bedroom while our le petit déjeuner, the breakfast, was served tableside by Cédolin’s chef de cuisine. We didn’t talk much while we were eating. Cédolin was the type of man who believed a meal should be savored without the interruption of small talk. “Do you like swimming, Victoria?” Cédolin asked after we finished our breakfast. “I’m not much of a swimmer, but I do like sunbathing.” “Would you be in the mood for a picnic? Just the two of us?” “Picnic? Right now? I haven’t even taken a shower yet.” “Take one in here. I’ll have my staff take care of all your needs.” “All my needs?” I made myself sound naughty.

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Cédolin smiled. “Perhaps there’s a certain need I’d be more than happy to satisfy.” His voice was warm and buttery. “O-ho-ho, you’re a bad boy, M’sieur Jean-Val.” I sighed. “I don’t know. Joe is a jealous type.” “Is he? If Mr. Müller is the jealous type, then why are you two in the exotic show business?” “You don’t know? Joe’s a chronic exhibitionist. He likes it when people ogle me, watching us rutting like animals. They may look, but they certainly can’t touch.” Cédolin leaned on his chair, still smiling, but his cold, gray eyes were no longer living up to his warm smile. “Un satyre. What about you, Victoria? Do you share the same passion he does, or do you just do what he tells you to do?” I sipped the coffee. “What do you think I am? A submissive?” “To a certain degree.” It was my turn to laugh. “You’re not even close, Jean-Val. In reality, I’m a very bad girl.” Cédolin smiled in return. “Do you expect me to believe that?” “You have to, otherwise you wouldn’t be drawn to me in the first place.” “How so?” “Shall I elaborate? You’ve never been interested in good girls. Otherwise, you would have married one a long time ago. You like games and a hard catch. Knowing my boyfriend is an overzealous asshole, you take it as a personal challenge to see if you can steal me right in front of his nose. It’s just like taking candy from a grumpy baby. So what do you think, m’sieur? Am I right on target here?” Cédolin clapped his hands, impressed with my deductions. “I didn’t anticipate you being quite so sharp.” “I’m not all boobs and cunt, sweetheart. Now tell me, does the prospect of banging me while Joe is watching excite you?” “I don’t like sharing my woman.”

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“It’s not about sharing. It’s flaunting. Being what you are, Jean-Val, you tend to get bored when there is no one around to challenge your superiority. That’s why I asked if the prospect of Joe witnessing our love-making would excite you.” “Would it excite you?”

“Didn’t I tell you I’m a naughty girl?” I took another sip of my tepid coffee and

tossed my hair back. “The thing is, it’s not Joe you should worry about.” “Then who?” “Me.” “You?” “‘Cause I’ll break your heart and eat you alive.” Cédolin’s buttery laugh stormed in the open air. “Don’t believe me, mmh? Are you willing to take that risk?” “You know I can’t refuse a high stake game. I’m a businessman. Taking risks is what I do.” “Touché.” I leaned back in my chair and brushed my toes on his knees. Cédolin stiffened when I felt his groin. He caught my foot and pressed it hard against his erection. “So, tell me, m’sieur,” I drawled silkily, “how long has this been going on?” “Since the first time I saw you, chérie.”

“Club de Burlesque?”

Cédolin blinked. He smashed the heel of my foot on his lower bulge, as if he

wanted to show me the state of his impressive arousal. He was hard, hot and ready. I made a horny, kittenish sound. “Nice. Just the way I like it. Big and stiff. Has this been happening since yesterday?” “Correct.” “What about last night?” “It was harder than now.” “And how many times did you jack off before bed?” “Twice.” I raised my eyebrows. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

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“My maid.”

“Did you spunk on her?”

He shrugged. “First in her mouth, then on her breasts.”

“Is she redheaded too?”

“Not as vivid as yours.”

“Really? What about her tits?”

“Quite nice.”

“Compared to mine?”

He arched his eyebrows this time, his gaze fixed at my chest. “I don’t know…

yet.” He put emphasize on “yet” as if he was sure he would see me soon. “Hmm.” I pulled my foot back. Cédolin let me go half-heartedly. “I think I will take your offer about the shower. Where’s your bathroom?” Cédolin pointed to the door next to his enormous bed. “Does this mean we have a deal?” “What deal?” I rose from my chair. “I haven’t decided on anything yet.” The smile on Cédolin’s face vanished. Those gorgeous eyes of his mirrored a petrified stone. A flash of ruthlessness surfaced momentarily. “What does it take for you to make a deal, Victoria?” “What makes you think I’ll make a deal with you?” “Simple. Everybody has their price.” I smiled. So far, up close and personal, I observed Jean-Val Cédolin stayed true to his personality. The Viper’s Intel officers had briefed me Cédolin chased his women like the way he ran his business. He was aggressive and wasn’t afraid to use any kind of tactic as long as he got what he wanted. When he did, Cédolin easily got bored. He discarded his girlfriends like he discarded his underwear, only with big reparations, naturally. Since Mason was the one who did all the legwork, and my job was to occupy Cédolin’s attention, I had to distract him until Mason could get access into his personal

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vault. Getting dumped wasn’t my option. I had to keep Cédolin’s interest in me until my grumpy partner had successfully hacked Cédolin’s data vault. “I want to get to know you better before I take you up on your offer. I don’t want your money. I have money. It’s excitement I’m looking for. If I find you more fun than Joe, then I’ll leave him and stay here with you.” Cédolin considered my offer with a nod. “Fair enough.”

“Are we are still going to have a picnic today?”

“Of course.”

“Give me about half an hour then.”

“Take your time. I’ll be here when you are ready.”

Chapter Seven Cédolin kept me busy for the whole day, night, and the next day. I couldn’t make contact with Mason to catch up with his latest progress, but I did see him the next night at the cocktail party. Cédolin threw a bash to promote his underwater restaurant. The party, chockful of the press and Cédolin’s VIP guests, was held in the ballroom of Le Paradis’ grand hotel. Mason looked even grumpier than the last time I saw him. The first thing he asked was if Cédolin had nailed me yet. I wasn’t sure if he was just committed to his role as Joseph Müller, or if he was actually jealous of Cédolin. With the way he behaved, it was hard to believe that this cantankerous asshole could kiss and fuck so passionately. I kissed his cheek and slipped my hand on his groin. “Do you miss me, Joe?” Mason snatched my hand off him. “We need to talk.” “Sure, whatever floats your boat, darling. Just so you know, I’m not wearing any panties.” His jaw clenched at my suggestive remark. I giggled as he dragged me across the dance floor and onto one of the ballroom’s balconies. I began to enjoy this assignment very much, especially teasing Mason and gauging his reaction. I’d never before been assigned to a mission where I could seduce two hot hunks in one gig. Mason closed the glass doors to muffle the music and the crowd’s noise. “This area is secure. I debugged it earlier.” “Full sweep?” “Full sweep. I’ve installed several signal scramblers too. Now, pretend we’re having an argument.” Mason snatched my arms and shook me as if I were a naughty

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kid. If Cédolin’s guests happened to look in our direction, we’d have a convincing story for our cover. I made myself look upset. “What have you got so far?” “The Troj virus I’d launched was a success. The central security A.I. took the bait when it did a routine sweep this morning. I was able to worm into his personal storage, but no luck yet finding his secret vault. You need to occupy him for a couple more days.” “Piece of cake.” I faked a tear and started sobbing. “What else did you get?” Mason acted like he was agitated, brandishing his hands while he talked to me. “I went through his record and found out that the guy was assaulted about four years ago. His original body was badly damaged and he had to wear his first clone.” “Really? How come we didn’t know about this?” In the briefing, Mason and I were told that Jean-Val Cédolin had never undergone a decanting process, even though he had a dozen of his clones stored in his private genetech facility. Many rich people and infiniters liked to rotate the usage of their original bodies and their cultured clones, to reduce the wear and tear and help them stay forever young. “Apparently our Intel hasn’t dug deep enough. This is classified information, for PR purposes mostly. Remember when he had a campaign about full-body longevity? He’s sold trillions of units of his miracle serum for the past three years. He probably doesn’t want to jeopardize sales by admitting he’s no longer wearing his original body.” “I don’t like being left in the dark like this. If the Intel had done their homework, we wouldn’t have encountered this surprise. This is crucial information. Adrian Black might have whacked him at that time to gain access into his neuras and impersonate him. Do you think Sanderson withheld some information from us?” “Who knows? I don’t know him well. I’m a tech person, not a field officer. I didn’t even want this gig.” “Really? But you did enjoy our fuck, right?” Mason clawed his hand on my throat and pulled me until our faces almost slammed into each other. “You’re truly a piece of work, woman.”

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“Oh, come on, darling, why is it so hard for you to admit that you like me? I’m a very likeable gal. And besides, you can’t fake those orgasms. I’ll let you know a little secret. You gave me some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Does that console your chauvinistic ego?” Mason’s face contorted painfully. He looked torn between faking his anger and bursting into laughter. “What’s wrong, darling? Are you afraid to like me?” For a moment, he looked like he was going to maul me, but then his eyes flashed in alarm. “Someone’s coming at us, cry harder.” I bit my lower lip and faked my cry. A streamlet of tears ran down my cheeks. “You hurt me, Joe. Please, let me go…” The glass doors opened and Cédolin emerged ashen-faced. His gray eyes glittered, looking dangerous. “Victoria, I’ve been looking all over for you.” His buttery voice sounded icy this time, like a sharp blade cutting through the air. He forced a smile, pretending he hadn’t noticed what was going on between Mason and me. “Mr. Müller, do you mind if I borrow Ms. Wolf for a while? I’d like to introduce her to some of my colleagues.” Mason let me go, pretending to look pissed. “Yeah, sure. No problem.” “Merci.” I was busy drying my tears when he ushered me to the corridor. “Are you all right?” Cédolin brushed away the tears from my cheek. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” “What’s going on?” “Oh, nothing. We just had a little disagreement.” Cédolin offered his handkerchief to me. “I don’t understand how you can stand his abuse.” “It was only a little fight. It’s no big deal.” “Only a little fight? Victoria, you must leave him.” “Must?” I dabbed his white kerchief under my eyes, careful not to ruin my makeup. “No more games, Victoria. Everybody can see he’s no good for you.” “And are you good for me?”

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“I would never make you cry like this.” “Jean-Val, please. This is not a good time. Can we talk about something else? I thought you wanted to introduce me to your friends.” Cédolin narrowed his eyes. “Do you know how easy it would be for me to get rid of your annoying boyfriend?” His fingers snapped agitatedly. “Just like that, and he’ll no longer be a problem for the both of us.” I was alarmed when he mentioned calling a hit on Mason. “You won’t.” “I won’t, because I want to win you fair and square.” “I need to think, Jean-Val. Please, give me some time.” Cédolin bit down on his disappointment. He contemplated. “Patience is not in my nature, Victoria, but for you, I’ll wait.” “Thank you,” I whispered, pretending his generosity touched me deeply. A minute went by in silence. Cédolin watched me with an unreadable expression. I’d been flaunting my goods in front of him for the last couple of days, and as a big shot who always got what he wanted, his patience stretched thin when I denied him my goods. Maybe his pent-up urge made him tick when he saw me with Mason. Cédolin took a deep breath, and then relaxed. “Let’s go back to the party. I was about to propose a toast when I noticed you were missing.” He tilted my chin up and gave me a kiss on my lips. It was light and brief. A shiver of lust burned me from out of nowhere. My cheeks felt warm and my nipples hardened. He noticed them through the thin, black dress I was wearing. “You and I are sharing a real connection, chérie. Who are you trying to fool?” He brushed his thumb on the tip of my nipple. “See? Even your own body can’t deny it.” Oh, I don’t know about that. The blank I wore was nothing but a well tuned, bioengineered slut, a pneumatic teenage body driven by fuel-injected hormones. With this body, I could probably come simply by watching others masturbate. “You’re making me like this.” Having his ego basked and flattered, Cédolin laughed at my quip. He was in a better mood when we were back in the ballroom.

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I saw Mason again when Cédolin was giving his power speech. My partner looked so tense, like a cello string ready to snap. With the way this mission unfolded, I found his attitude quite disconcerting. For someone whose cover was an exotic performer, he was far from being subtle. Mason moved among the crowd like a seasoned hitman, stealthly but sure, as if he canvassed a possible target. People who weren’t accustomed to the work of military assassins might not have noticed Mason’s odd streak. Me, I spotted him like a sore thumb. Then, it hit me. I scanned the crowd as casually as I could, trying to identify Mason’s target. My mind focused entirely on Mason when Cédolin said something that made the crowd pay attention to me. I faked a smile as they applauded. I wasn’t listening to what Cédolin had said, so I was puzzled when a lady from the media asked me how long I had known Jean-Val Cédolin. I quickly turned to him for help. “Victoria and I just met a few days ago, but it seems we have known each other for ages.” Cédolin wrapped his arm around my waist, proclaiming I was his latest conquest. “Don’t be fooled by her exquisite exterior. She’s smart and quite a free spirit. I’m having a hard time keeping up with her.” He turned to me. “Where have you been all this time, chérie?” There were laughs from the crowd and more stupid questions. I needed a way to get the hell out of here, fast, because I wanted to know what Mason was up to. I was busy thinking of an excuse when, accidentally, I made eye contact with a stranger in the crowd. My blood ran cold in an instant. My heart skipped a beat. I knew, right there, right then, he was the one Mason was looking for. My combat stance slammed into full hype and everything moved in slow motion. The noise from the crowd muffled, faces blurred as I focused on anticipating the deadly moment.

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With my training, plus a twelve-year career in the CIB, I had honed a skill to recognize when someone was about to launch their deadly intent. People who were about to kill always betrayed their deception a heartbeat before the killing. I reacted the moment I recognized that killing aura. I knew his target and saw his weapon, so I acted the best way I could without blowing my cover. If I were to jump on Cédolin and tackle him to dodge the bullet, my deception as Miss Virginia Wolf would be over that instant. So instead, I pretended I was going to tell Cédolin something, but I stepped on my long gown at the very last second and had to hold on to him to break my fall. “Oh!” I squealed and pulled Cédolin down with me. Even then, I couldn’t successfully move him off target. He was oblivious until the bullet went through his upper arm. He gasped as we tumbled to the floor, watching his source of pain in disbelief. I screamed like hell so people around us would scram. It was pandemonium. People screamed and Cédolin’s bodyguards jumped in front of us to shield their boss. Five seconds later, I heard another gunshot. Full-blown panic engulfed the ballroom. As people scattered to the four winds, I saw a man crumpled on the floor. Cédolin’s security execs surrounded the man, their weapons aimed at him. I couldn’t see the man’s face. He was covered in blood from the torso up. My best guess was that the man was Cédolin’s shooter. The man with the killer aura. Cédolin’s bodyguards took their boss away. I kept up my hysterical act until someone pulled me up and ushered me to where they had secured Cédolin. “Miss Wolf, calm down. You’re safe now.” Jacques brought me a glass of water and tissues to clean my face. “Is he okay?” I sobbed. “There was so much blood, oh, please tell me if he’s okay.” I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles. My hands were a mess, stained with tears and thick mascara. It was hard to believe this body could produce so many tears at will. “The doctor is with him right now.”

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“Is he dead? I saw so much blood, oh please tell me if he’s okay!” I started to cry again. Jacques consoled me, but he was awkward. “Don’t worry, Miss Wolf, Mr. Cédolin is alive. He was lucky to have missed that bullet. I don’t want to think what would have happened to him if you hadn’t tripped.” Well, if I hadn’t pulled Cédolin down with me, he’d be dead now. I saw the hitman had a compact sunbeam hidden in his tuxedo’s sleeve. The sunbeam, as a matter of fact, is a really nasty gun, the weapon of choice of many pro hitmen. Like any other Class E electrocoded high-powered assault weapon, it was equipped with indigo encapsulated plasma bullets that were guaranteed to make someone meet his demise in the most unpleasant way possible. One second you’re okay, and the next -- bang -- your friends would have to scrape you off the pavement with a spatula. Once the bullet lodges inside the flesh, within seconds, the bullet’s reactor core will release tremendous electric shocks to the body. If the victim is wired with neuras hardware and biomechatronics -- like Cédolin -- the shock would crisp him like a worm in a hot fryer. Cédolin’s memory and his digital self would be evaporated forever. A total goner. Luckily, the bullet hadn’t made a home inside Cédolin’s flesh. But still, it could have caused quite a bit of damage to him. For people who hadn’t received military inductions, being non-lethally shot with any plasma bullet would shake them up for hours, if not days. I was betting he was still in a state of shock from the assault’s impact. I dried my fake tears and acted as if I tried to curb my emotions. “C-could you, llet me know when I can see him?” “Certainly, Miss Wolf.” Jacques gave me a warm blanket and ordered a medic to check on me. A young blond man came, but I shooed him away. I told Jacques I just needed some time to collect myself. Burdened with his boss’ assassination attempt and the backlash once everything sorted out, Jacques easily conceded. He gave me a cup of warm tea to soothe my nerves, and then left me alone.

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The panic room bustled with fury. Cédolin’s security execs were busy with the post-apocalyptic cleanup. Outside, in the ballroom, all of Cédolin’s party guests and staff were subjected to scrutiny, to see if the shooter had accomplices. From the information they spewed among one another, I concluded the shooter had acted alone. In fact, he didn’t get killed by one of Cédolin’s bodyguards. The man blew his own head off seconds after he shot Cédolin. They couldn’t recover any trace of neuras hardware from the shooter for a possible virtual interrogation. The man was prepared to die. A suicide mission. With the perp’s death, everyone would assume that this was one of the failed attempts from Cédolin’s enemies to get rid of him for good. Jacques and his men would likely concentrate on finding out who called for the hit, and set up an investigation from there. But I had a hunch this was far from being over. There would be another hit, and the next time, Cédolin was guaranteed to never see the light of day again. Around me, Jacques’ assistants were busy commanding the guests’ security sweep through datacom modules. Jacques himself was with Cédolin in the other panic room, preparing his boss to be airlifted to the resort’s hospital. I was left alone until one of Jacques’ security execs told me that he was going to take me to his boss’ mansion. A direct order from Cédolin. I jumped on the opportunity to poke around while everyone’s attention was occupied on the aftermath. When we were in the chopper, I asked the man if I could talk to Joe. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Miss Wolf. Mr. Müller is under interrogation at the moment.” “For what?” I pretended to be outraged. “He had nothing to do with the shooting.” “Standard security procedure, ma’am. Everyone’s a suspect until they are cleared.” “Oh, now what, I’m a suspect too?”

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The man looked at me kind of funny. “You saved the boss, ma’am. Mr. Baudet wanted you to rest for the night.” “Then why can’t I go to my own suite?” “Boss’ orders. I’m only doing my job.” I pouted, and remained so until we landed on the island. Jacques’ men ushered me into Cédolin’s inner sanctum and politely asked me to stay there until morning. Meaning I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere until the big boss said so. Then, unceremoniously, they locked me in from the outside.

Chapter Eight I made myself comfortable since I couldn’t do what I originally planned to do. I shed my clothes, helped myself to a glass of merlot, and walked around Cédolin’s private sanctum in just my panties. I wasn’t sure if Cédolin’s men would put a surveillance on me, but if I were caught doing what I was about to do, I hoped the sight of my nakedness could be useful as a momentary distraction. I padded into Cédolin’s private office and lounged in his super comfy chair. For an infiniter, his desk was quite bare. He only had a writing pad, pens and an antique lamp on his huge desk. As I turned on the lamp, a holographic apparition materialized from the side of the table. I squealed in a high-pitched voice, pretending I was surprised. “You startled me!” The apparition bowed. “This mistake is solely mine, Miss Wolf. I did not mean to surprise you. I just wanted to know if you needed assistance.” I patted my chest and sighed with relief. “You’re Jean-Val’s personal A.I.?” “My name is Wi13. Is there anything I can help you with, Miss?” The A.I. projected itself as a matronly plump woman dressed in a high-collared conservative gown. Knowing Cédolin’s idea of how a hot woman should look, I thought the way he programmed this A.I. was totally out of character. “You know what happened to Jean-Val today?” “I have been thoroughly informed. A man tried to assassinate my master.” “Can you find out about his condition now?” Wi13 watched me with hesitance. “I suppose it is all right to let you know since you are close to my master. Master is undergoing a regeneration procedure at the moment. The process should be finished in a few hours. We do have the finest medical facility in the Birma system.”

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“Is he all right?” “He will be.” “Oh, thank goodness. I’m so relieved.” The A.I. studied me with full interest as I chugged down my wine. “Can I help you with anything else, Miss Wolf?” “Actually, yes. I need to talk to someone, and they won’t allow me to see Joe.” “I believe Mr. Müller is in an interview at the moment, but I can give your message to him once he is finished.” “No, it’s not Joe who I want to talk to. I have a friend in Olga Septimus system who I really need to see in a moment like this. She’s my shrink.” “I can help you with that, Miss. Master had instructed me to keep you as comfortable as possible. Just give me her number, and I’ll connect you to her right away.” “That’d be great.” I clapped my hands happily. “Her name is Tonya Blackwell, area code Alpha twenty-seven, zip code two-two-four-nine, and her numbers are…” Instead of giving Wi13 the actual numbers, I bamboozled the A.I. with a trigger code. Since Mason had successfully hacked Cédolin’s personal network, any mention of the trigger code would make the sentry A.I. incapacitated. Not for long, but enough time for a hacker to do a cleanup job without leaving any trace of any infiltration. Wi13 went slack after I invoked the trigger code. I seized the moment, ordering the A.I. to open an untraceable secure channel. It was risky, but I needed solid proof before I decided what I had to do with Cédolin and Mason. The secure channel opened and connected me to a private number in Bataviv, on the Olga Septimus system. Wi13 flickered and changed into a large holographic screen. My interstellar call connected and received. I beat the person at the end of the line before he could squeak out a word. “Good evening, sir. My name is Victoria Wolf, and I’m representing the North Shore housekeeping company. May I speak to the asshole of the house?”

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“What the fuck did you call me on this line for?” Sanderson was outraged when he heard my voice and saw me through the A.I.’s holoscreen. “So I guess the asshole of the house is available for speaking. How do you do, my good sir? Yeah, it’s nice weather we’re having…” Sanderson’s face was purple, livid. “You’re calling from Cédolin’s line? Are you out of your fucking mind? Where’s Mason? And why are you naked? Put some clothes on for fuck’s sake!” I waved dismissively. “Colonel, I don’t have much time for chit chat. This connection is only open for a few minutes. I need you to send me Mason’s files: his service records, annual physiological evaluations, yearly checkups, credits, and his bank statements -- everything you’ve got on him.” “What the fuck do you need them for?” “I’ll explain later. We’ve got less than five minutes.” “I can’t do this, Aizawa. You’re violating our safety protocol.” “I can get those files by myself, you know. I know some people who could do this kind of job for me. I thought I’d ask you first as a courtesy. By the way, four minutes left. Make your decision now.” “Did that son of a bitch go AWOL?” “I need those fucking files, Sanderson. Just trust me on this one.” Sanderson paced in his office. “I need my superior’s authorization before I can release such data.” “Fuck the bureaucracy. It’s your ass on the line here, Sanderson, not mine. If I fail, you’ll be the one who’s gonna take the shit from your boss, not me. I’m just gonna go back to my prison cell, play bingo, and wait for my next conjugal visit. So, it’s all up to you. Your call. Three minutes left.” Sanderson looked trapped for a moment. “Fine, Aizawa,” he finally decided. “You win this time, but I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior in the future.” “Colonel, less chatty, more worky. Send those files now.” He swore up a hurricane. “Where do you want me to send these files?”

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“Straight to my neuras. You know my Neural Port address, right? Wait --” I scanned the desk for a wireless receiver plug. I saw one lying by the inkwell. I snatched it and inserted it in my data jack on the nape of my neck. “I’m ready.” “I’m sending those files.” I closed my eyes and accessed my BRI interface. Within seconds, the file transfers were completed. When I opened my eyes, I saw Sanderson pointed a finger at me, fuming. “Don’t you ever do this to me again, Aizawa. Or I swear you’ll fucking regret it!” I laughed wantonly. “Oh boy, you’re working up quite a sweat over there, Colonel. I just love seeing you like this. Priceless. Well, au revoir!” “Aizawa!” I exited from the connection while Sanderson stormed his curses at me. Wi13’s holoscreen blanked and shifted into its original persona as soon as I cut the connection and aborted from Cédolin’s network. “Oh. What happened?” Wi13 mumbled. “I talked to my friend, and I’m feeling much better now. Thanks to you.” “You did?” The A.I. was baffled. “How come I do not have any recollection of it?” “You got me.” I shrugged. “Hey, listen. I’m tired, so I want to take a bath then go to bed, but I’m kind of hungry. Is it possible for me to get some snacks before bed?” Wi13 massaged its temples as if it had a migraine. I wondered whether artificial beings could feel headaches like human. “I will notify the chef. What are you in the mood for, Miss?” “I love that mille feuille we had for dessert the other day. Do you think it’s too difficult for the chef to whip me up one of those? I don’t want to be a bother at this hour.” “It is not a bother at all. I am sure the chef would be delighted to have an admirer of his culinary expertise.” “Thanks. I’ll take my bath now.”

Chapter Nine I checked out Mason’s files while I took a bath. If Wi13 happened to be monitoring all my activities while I was in the sanctum, the A.I. wouldn’t find me doing anything suspicious. I pretended like I was unwinding my weary me. I closed my eyes and opened my neuras’ BRI interface. Within my peripheral field, a toggle menu lurched open and asked me what I wanted to do. I called for the Mason files Sanderson had sent me. The files came unencrypted, saving me a few minutes of having to decode the digital security marks. I read Mason’s files. I analyzed them, scrutinized them, and found nothing out of the ordinary about First Lieutenant Raul Mason. Like Sanderson had said, the guy was a rising star in Viper. He was a newly found whiz kid who caused hype within the Viper’s IT division. His career would have taken off further if he hadn’t committed a cardinal sin: dating his own commanding officer’s daughter and then calling off the engagement. His girl turned out to be a vindictive bitch and manipulated her father to give Mason a hard time. On one annual psychological evaluation report, Mason confessed to the Service psych that he would rather start over in a different division than continue to face his own chief. While Mason waited for his transfer to be approved, Sanderson offered him this gig. Mason refused at first, but then accepted when he could no longer stand the bigwigs’ politics. The rest was history. In some aspects, the reports explained why Mason was so hostile toward me. He had a grudge against his ex, and somehow, he lashed some of his anger out on me even though I looked nothing like his ex. Maybe he might have some subconscious anger

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problem with chicks. Other than that, I couldn’t find anything suspicious about Mason, and he was an exemplary officer. Mason did his job exactly the way I told him to do it. He reported his progress and findings like he was supposed to. But then why was he hiding some information from me? Like Cédolin’s shooter, for instance. Did he know beforehand that an assassination attempt would take place? Was Mason acting alone? Or did he carry agendas from other agencies? Sanderson was genuinely surprised when I asked him to send Mason’s files, so I deducted that the two couldn’t be conspiring together. “Miss Wolf.” I started and opened my eyes. Wi13 stooped next to the bathtub. “Are you all right? I just want to make sure you do not fall asleep while you are taking a bath. I noticed that you have consumed a fair amount of alcohol.” “Oh, I’m fine… I’m just relaxing.” I blinked, killing off all open files from my BRI menu and closing the neuras’ data vault. “Forgive my interruption.” Wi13 nodded apologetically. “I did not mean to disturb you. The chef sent the desserts you requested. Where do you want them?” “Wow, that was fast.” “You have been taking a bath for two and a half hours, Miss Wolf.” “Really? I lost track of time. I’ll be out in just a few minutes. Just put the dessert somewhere in the bedroom.” “Certainly.” Wi13 gave me an exaggerated bow and blipped off. When I got out from the bath, a tray of dessert and champagne waited for me in the boudoir. I ate the spectacular mille feuille without appetite. I was hungry, but now I didn’t feel like eating anymore. And besides, my head hurt from analyzing the way this mission unfolded. So many unanswered questions. So many probabilities. So many shaddy characters.

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I chugged down the champagne until I felt tipsy. As I slipped between the sheets, I made up my mind what I was going to do with Mason. And Jean-Val Cédolin too. It was time to get to know the big shot a little better. I closed my eyes and dozed off.

*** I stirred hours later when I sensed somebody was entering the bedroom. It was Cédolin, easily recognizable from the scent of his expensive perfume. He moved like a cat, silent and light, as if he were afraid to wake me up. I heard a soft rustle when he sat on the edge of the bed, taking his shoes off and then his clothes. Cool air caressed my skin when he pulled the blanket down. His breath stalled when he found me naked. He climbed up into the bed, caressed my face, and kissed me on my lips. I moaned and still didn’t open my eyes, staying true to my cover. Victoria Wolf was a teaser and a heavy sleeper. Me -- I sleep with one eye open and a gun under my pillow. “Victoria,” he whispered. I continued feigning my sleep, curious about what he would do next. Cédolin traced the curve of my lips with his thumb, and kissed me again, nice and unhurriedly, so full of passion. The guy was a lover, I’d give him credit for that. I opened my eyes slowly. “Hello, sleeping beauty,” Cédolin crooned. “I’ve missed you.” “Jean-Val!” I hugged him tight. “You’re back. Are you okay?” “I’m fine, chérie.” He watched me adoringly as I ran my hand over where the bullet had pierced him a few hours earlier. The regeneration treatment had healed both the entrance and exit wounds, leaving him with no scars at all. He must have also received some kind of neurapsych treatment, otherwise, he wouldn’t have come out from his shock this fast. The indigo bullets were famous for long nasty aftereffects. If it didn’t crisp you like burnt toast, it would render you into a state of catatonia stupor for quite some time.

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I hugged him hard, burying my face in the curve of his throat. His Adam’s apple pulsed as I ranted my words on his warm skin. “I’m glad you’re all right, baby. I was so worried. I saw you covered in blood, and the screams, and then the gunshot --” “Everything is all right now, chérie. You shouldn’t worry about a thing.” He tucked my chin up and found my lips. We kissed only briefly. As Victoria, I still played the role of his wannabe mistress who was frantically happy to see her sugar daddy alive. I broke the kiss. “Baby, who would want to kill you?” “I’m a businessman, Victoria. Naturally, I made a lot of enemies.”

“Do you know him? The guy who shot you?”

Cédolin shook his head. “My men are still conducting an investigation.”

“Is he… dead?”

“It’s been a long day, chérie. I don’t feel like discussing it.”

“What about Joe?” I was being stubborn. “Your bodyguards are treating him like

a suspect. He had nothing to do with your shooting. I know Joe is a jerk, but he’d never do anything like that. He’s not stupid, you know, knowing who you are.” Cédolin watched me, his smile crooked. He didn’t believe Mason was clean. Or probably he didn’t want to believe it so he could cook up a reason to get rid of Mason. “Don’t worry, my men finished interviewing your boyfriend hours ago. He’s back in his suite, perhaps sleeping about now.” “Can I talk to him?” All of a sudden his eyes flashed dangerously. “No. Absolutely not.” “Why not?” He watched me with annoyance. Maybe because no one dared to pepper him like this before. “Why don’t we talk about this in the morning? You don’t want to bother him at this hour, do you?” “I’m sorry, baby. I just --” He muffled me with his mouth, not giving me a chance to finish my sentence. He didn’t want to hear any of my objections about Joe. I’d been dangling my goods in front

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of his nose long enough and he didn’t want to play any of my games anymore. He wanted me bad. Right here, right now. “Jean-Val,” I murmured between our kisses. “I’m not sure about --” “Oh, I’m sure.” He palmed my breasts and kneaded them hard. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling them expertly as he squeezed my ample twin flesh. I bit my lower lip; I loved the way he worked me over. This man knew the art of foreplay. “Let me show you the way I would love you, Victoria. A proper way a man loves an exquisite woman like you, unlike your neanderthal boyfriend who takes you for granted.” Oh boy, that surely turned me on. I was about to talk back when Cédolin pressed a finger on my lips. “Not a word about him, not tonight. I’m only interested in discussing your own pleasure.” I could see the effect of my B-62 on Cédolin. He burned from the inside out. I could smell it in him too. Feral. Beneath his expensive perfume and the lingering disinfectant smell of his regeneration procedure, the musk of his desire permeated like a potent aphrodisiac. My pussy throbbed in agreement. When the tip of his cock brushed my inner thigh, I creamed more than usual. The chemicals between us raged like wildfire. I had been planning on stringing him along a bit more before giving him what he wanted, but my own lust had taken over my control. I hated it when this happened. There were a few occasions when my common sense was lost to a wanton urge between my thighs. “Close your eyes,” he ordered me. “And don’t open them unless I tell you to.” “Jean-Val…” He kissed each of my eyelids, coaxing me to surrender. “Close your eyes, chérie.” His voice was a mix between purrs and low rumbles. He sounded so damn sexy. “And tell me how good it feels, what I’m about to do to you.” “M’sieur, what are you going to do to me?”

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“Only the good stuff.”

“Only the good stuff,” I parroted. “Can you give me a hint?”

“A hint? Je crève de faim! What do you think I’m going to do to you?”

“I’m not a dessert.”

“Ah, you are now. My dessert.”

Willingly deprived of my sight, my other senses turned ultra-sensitive. With

every fiber of my being, I could feel that he was leaning his head on my chest, venturing the possibility of me being his dessert. My skin crawled when his hot breath scorched my very pores. His tongue proved more treacherous than his hands. It lazily swirled on my bare chest, dancing, pirouetting, and tasting my skin as if I were made from candy. I gasped and dug my nails in his scalp when he flicked his tongue on the tip of my nipple. The lick was light, but the effect was devastating. An inferno engulfed me in an instant. “Like it?” he inquired.

“Oh yes.”

“Want more?”

“Are you kidding? Yes, fucking yes.”

“I didn’t hear you beg.”

“Please, Jean-Val, lick me.”

“Where do you want me to lick?”

“My nipples, please…”

He gave me a brief lick. The wet tip of his tongue brushed the crown of my

nipple, and then was gone. A heartbeat later, it swirled around my areola, tracing its roundness, but was soon gone again. His teeth nipped me quite sharply, accompanied with another lick, and were gone. Then he did nothing other than watch me burn in heat. I became impatient with his game. “No peeking!” he warned me when I was about to open my eyes. His large hands squeezed my breasts so hard I thought I was going to burst. I gasped again. His mouth enveloped one of my peaks, sucking it with such ferocity that I came that instant.

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Red fireworks danced in my vision as pure pleasure paralyzed my whole being. Cédolin praised me with a kiss on my lips. “That’s beautiful. You can come simply by having your breasts sucked?” “Yeah,” I panted. “Why do you ask?” “Nothing.” He smiled. An evil kind of smile. “You’re going to have a long night, chérie.” He wasn’t kidding about that. I loved sex, but Jean-Val Cédolin was a sex maniac. He cuffed my wrists to the bedposts, and treated my body as his personal lollipop. He licked me, bit me, and ate me, making me come over and over. I was supposed to seduce him and make him beg, but tonight, he was the master of my body. And he made me beg a lot. He liked that. “Please, Jean-Val, not another one.” I was winded. He had two fingers in my pussy and he’d been fingering me like a madman for the last half hour. He enjoyed seeing me scream with orgasms. He massaged the curve of my passage and behind my pubic bone, hitting my G-spot until I climaxed hard each time. It was fantastic, but simply not enough. I needed to be fucked properly. “When do I get to try that big cock of yours?” “Patience. You look so beautiful when you’re in heaven.” “Please…” “One more. Give me a big hard one like you did before.” He rolled my clit with his other hand and fucked me fast with his fingers. “Scream, chérie, scream…” “No-o-shi-i-i-t…” I screamed all right. My whole being was raked with immense pleasure and I was momentarily incapacitated. I could only thrash in my bonds, beg for his mercy and curse him for taking control over me. He slowed down, giving me a chance to recuperate before his next abuse. My pussy twitched against his fingers; his hand was slicked with my juices. I started to get sore when the ecstasy ebbed from my system. I didn’t think I could take another one.

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Luckily, Cédolin stopped. He pulled out his fingers. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself as he parted my legs wider with his other hand. “Now, the fun part.” “How about a nap?” I teased. “I need a break.” “Des clous! I’m just getting started.” “You’ve wrecked me, m’sieur.” “Don’t blame me, chérie. You’re made to be fucked.” “How about releasing my cuffs? I want to touch you.” “That, I can agree with…” He unlocked the handcuffs on my wrists by murmuring the passkey. The handcuff’s LED CPU approved his voiceprint. It blinked green and clicked open. Both my arms fell on the pillows. I nursed the cuff marks. “Kiss me,” I begged him. Cédolin happily granted my request. He smelled of sweat, sex and me. His cock was throbbing on my belly when he asked my permission. “Yes?” Funny, Mason’s face flashed before my eyes. He’d never asked my permission. He just took what he wanted. I gulped. My voice trembled with excitement when I gave Cédolin the green light. “Oh, Victoria.” He drowned me again with his passionate kisses and I felt him nudge at my entrance. He slipped into me easily -- the whole length of him. He felt hot, alien, and very male, and yet, at the same time he was so welcomed. I gasped for air when he buried himself to the hilt. He was thicker than Mason. I was obscenely filled, I thought I’d come the moment he moved. But he didn’t. He watched me with excitement, as if he’d just solved the biggest mystery of the universe. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Both his hands were on my breasts, kneading my well-sucked and abused mounds. “I want to make love to you all night.” Hmm. I didn’t have grounds to complain. He felt so damn good. I ran my hands on his sweat-laden chest, on his beautiful abs, and on my pubis where our flesh joined. Our bodies were slick with perspiration and bathed with the scent of sex. He kissed me open-mouthed while he fucked me in shallow, steady beats.

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A flicker of an orgasm hovered around the corner, but it quickly faded when I realized something -- something crucial. At that moment, I was sure who Jean-Val Cédolin really was. Once you’ve made love to a man, you won’t forget him no matter how he might try to deceive you with a different face, body, name or new identity. The essence of a man is unique, and cannot be altered with a reprogrammed personality, or any cutting edge technology. Cédolin might fool everybody else, but in this very intimate moment, I could see through him to who he really was. Every man had his own style when he fucked. I was tempted to call Cédolin by his real name, but I restrained myself. I had a plan to tie all the loose ends together. “You don’t plan to stop any time soon, do you?” Cédolin leered salaciously. “Non! I can go several times in one night. And I haven’t come once yet.” No shit. It was morning when he was finally sated. I crumpled in his arms, utterly exhausted as our limbs tangled in a lovers’ lock. He dozed off while I was still afterglowing. I was sore from head to toe -- I couldn’t see how I would get out of bed anytime soon to stage my plan. Through the folds of the curtains, I saw the sky turn scarlet. I yawned and gave up. Sleep overcame me.

Chapter Ten Cédolin kept me in his sanctum for several days. He wouldn’t let me see Mason, or even talk to him. I wasn’t sure what his agenda was with keeping me in his secure domain, besides having me as his fuck doll. Perhaps he just wanted to piss Mason off. Unlike what I’d thought before, Cédolin seemed to know exactly who had tried to kill him and what the killer was after. His security execs worked around the clock. They reported to him each time they caught a lead and, of course, he wasn’t sharing it with me. His stubbornness ruined my plan. I needed to confirm my theory before the assassin got to Cédolin. The clock ticked. When I threatened to leave him for not letting me see Mason, Cédolin finally caved in. So, I cooked up a foolproof plan. I told Cédolin that I couldn’t decide yet between him and Mason. I’d been with Mason for a long time, while I’d only known him for less than two weeks. I needed assurance. If I could see Mason and the three of us could play a game for one last time, then I would make my decision on who I wanted to be with. Surprisingly, Cédolin agreed to the threesome without me having to do any hard selling. Sold! I picked out the place, time, and the program’s itinerary. It was my party, after all. Cédolin and Mason would be my honorary guests. Well, my slaves to be exact. If only they knew what I had up my sleeve for both of them. God have mercy.

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I needed a place, somewhere private, where Cédolin’s personal security could be easily compromised. If all of my deductions were right, his assassin would strike again, and I could kill two birds with one stone, neatly tying up all the loose ends. When I saw Cédolin’s prized yacht docked at the harbor, I knew I’d found a perfect place to execute my plan. The one-hundred-thirty-foot luxurious sailing vessel had just arrived from the manufacturer for refitting. Cédolin said he needed some extra amenities, but I suspected he was adding extra security measures. Maybe his recent incident had prompted him to do so. Cédolin agreed when I asked him if we could go sailing for the weekend. Just the three of us: him, me and Mason. No crew. I knew the yacht was equipped with an SGNS system -- an A.I. could sail her, no captain needed. Jacques Baudet blatantly refused my idea. He disliked the prospect of his boss being alone with basically two strangers without his bodyguards around. Cédolin had a second thought because he was a stickler about his personal safety. But when I didn’t let him touch me, he dismissed Jacques’ objection in an instant. He couldn’t bear a night without me in his bed. I guess if you could grab a man by his balls, he’d follow you anywhere you want him to. On Friday evening, Cédolin and I boarded the Duchesse. As per my instructions, Cédolin’s security execs had picked Mason up from Le Paradis and accommodated him in the main cabin, which would become our temporary pleasure chamber. Accommodated was a rather inaccurate choice of a word. Tied up and gagged to be exact. I imagine Mason would be royally pissed with the treatment he got. I went giddy just thinking about it. Mason shot me a venomous glare as soon as he saw me. I strutted like a peacock in my dominatrix ensemble. “Hmpfh,” he said, thrashing in his bonds. “Excuse me? I don’t get what you mean.” I grinned. “Oh, you miss me. Well, I miss you too, Joe.”

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Mason sputtered nasty curses under his gag. He was tied on a steel chair that had its four legs bolted to the floor. His arms were locked behind his back, and his feet were secured with thick marcasteel chains. Even with biomechatronics strength, he couldn’t possibly free himself from his confinement without tearing any of his limbs off. And besides, Mason wouldn’t want to blow his cover even though he wasn’t too happy at being tied or gagged like this. And stripped naked too. He was the type of man who liked being constantly in control. He loathed being treated as a submissive. I sat on his lap and untied his gag ball. “You suck!” he spat at me as soon as the ball was out of his mouth. I giggled and palmed his face. His five o’clock shadow felt stubbly to my fingers. One part of his jaw was cleanly shaved but the rest wasn’t. He must have been in the middle of grooming himself when Cédolin’s men brought him here. But still, Mason looked very attractive. He was a heartbreaker all right. I licked his lips and kissed him before he could curse me with another word. I was afraid he would bite me, but thank God, he didn’t. He relaxed as I dipped my tongue into his mouth and kissed him with fervor. “Oh, Joe. Baby, did you miss me?” Mason kissed me back, heated with passion. Maybe this was his way of saying yes. We mauled each other in lust until we heard someone opening the cabin’s hatch. Jean-Val Cédolin, with all his graceful haughtiness, entered the cabin. Jealousy flashed in his eyes when he saw me straddling Mason, but it was soon gone when he realized how compromising our position was. Helpless Mason, and me as the Domme of the Evening. Being the opposite of Joe Müller, Cédolin was a chronic voyeur. “Joe,” I said to Mason, running my hands on his bare chest. The heart beneath his rib cage thundered fast. “Jean-Val asked me to stay with him. But I haven’t given him my answer. I couldn’t decide yet.” “You better n --” Mason started shouting. I put my fingers on his lips. “Ssst, calm down, baby. I asked Jean-Val to bring you here so we could play a game.” “No more games! I’m sick of your ga --”

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I silenced him with my hand. “It will help me to choose between the two of you. I love you, Joe, but lately you’ve been no fun. I need excitement in my life, and Jean-Val can provide me with plenty of ex --” “It’s just his money you --” I had to put the gag ball on. “Well…” I rubbed my palms together. Mason had put up quite a struggle while being gagged. “Are you going to be nice?” “Hmpfh,” Mason answered. It could mean “okay” or “fuck you.” I’d just go ahead and take that as a yes. “Good.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “Let’s play a fun game tonight. I’ll stay with whichever one of you who makes me come the most. What do you think, darling?” Mason regarded me with outrage, as if saying, Have you fucking lost your mind, girl? “Oh, come on, Joe.” I winked. “It’ll be fun. We’re sailing north to the main island into a deep sea where nobody can bother us. So if I scream too much, nobody can hear it. Wouldn’t it be fun, Joe? Just the three of us for the whole weekend with nothing but our raging hormones?” Mason wasn’t stupid. He knew why I’d arranged this kind of exploit. Perhaps what made him ticked off was that I dared to include him in a threesome. Banging chicks in public was one thing, but to invite another man into his territorial masculinity might be too much for him to handle. If all my deductions were right and my plan went smoothly, this whole exploit wouldn’t take the whole weekend to unravel. In the meantime, Mason just had to sacrifice his ego a little. “I think Joe needs some encouragement,” I said to Cédolin. Cédolin, who watched us from the sofa with a champagne glass in his hand, basked me with a creamy smile. “What kind of encouragement does he need?” I slid from Mason’s lap and stole a glance at his semi-hard shaft. Our kisses had awakened his lust. A little pet and kiss would take care of the rest. “A little blow -that’s all he needs.”

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Mason glared at me until his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I couldn’t really read what he was thinking about this one. It could mean “do me now” or “if you dare, I’ll rip your head open.” I laughed naughtily and kneeled in front of him. I took Mason’s shaft and pumped him. Slowly, his magnificent cock went hard in my palms. The smooth velvetlike flesh pulsed with virility. I heard him gasp through his gag when I kissed his cock with my wet lips. I traced the veined shaft with my tongue. He hardened. The flesh pulsed. I tickled him -- more gasps -- and gently sucked his blunt tip as if he were my lollipop. He groaned. I cupped his balls and gave each a long lick. He liked that. His cock pulsed again. God, I loved his cock, so fun to play with. I tapped the shaft on my lips, and deep throated him. Mason quivered from head to toes. I heard him grunting like an animal. He held himself back from coming. And I didn’t want him to. I just wanted to keep him at the edge, so he would play my game. His cock was hard as a rock when I gave him a final suck. I stroked Mason to keep him excited. “There you go. Nice, hard, and ready for action.” Mason “hmpfed” through his gag. “He’s not bad,” Cédolin commented appreciatively. He’d come to see us from up close. “Oh, not bad at all. Joe’s quite a stud.” “Can you take him whole?” “On a good day. Only if he makes me frisky first, though, then I can take his whole length easily.” I choked back the urge to laugh. Luckily, Mason was gagged. I didn’t want to know what he had to say on hearing us make comments on his manliness like a piece of meat. Cédolin was still curious. “And if he hadn’t?” “Well, he usually forces himself in me anyway. I can take him after a few minutes. Sore, though.” Cédolin shot Mason a reproachful look. “How inconsiderate.”

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“You know how he is.” I pumped Mason faster. “Mister Big Stud.” Cédolin’s laugh filled the cabin. “You’re truly a riot. I think Mister Big Stud here is ready. What other devious plan do you have in mind, chérie?” I slowed down and gave Mason a few reassuring strokes. He was definitely ready to rock. His flesh was so taut, it could burst any minute if I kept playing with it. “I could ask him if he wants to play now, but I know him too well. I think we need to sweat him a little.” “Sweat him?” “A little persuasion.” I stood up and looped my arms around Cédolin’s neck to kiss him. My seven-inch platform shoes made me almost as tall as he was. Cédolin welcomed my initiative eagerly. He kissed me as if he wanted to suck my soul. Greedy. At one point, he almost suffocated me. I gasped for breath when he broke our kiss. He put away his champagne glass and pulled me into his arms. He ran his hands over my breasts and unhooked the lacings on my leather corset, undressing me with great haste. I stole a glance at Mason while Cédolin unwrapped me like a birthday gift. Mason was furious. I swung my leg up and dug the heel of my high platform shoe into Mason’s chest. “Jealous, darling?” Mason answered me with another “Hmpfhed.” I had a pretty good idea of what he meant. “Oh, relax, Joe. Jean-Val and I are going to show you how to have a good time. Maybe you’d like to join us afterward. Right, Jean-Val?” Cédolin grunted. “I prefer him to watch.” “Don’t be greedy. You agreed on this,” I reprimanded him. “Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to treat a woman like you, Victoria.” I leered. “Well, why don’t you show him then, m’sieur?” Cédolin’s leer matched mine. “My pleasure.” He jerked my leather corset away from the last lacings. My breasts bobbed freely. His large hands cupped my tender mounds, with forefingers and thumbs pinching my nipples. I bit my lower lip when he

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worked me into deeper arousal. He had his way of stimulating a woman into heat. I stifled my moan when Cédolin massaged the peaks of my nipples with his fingers. “She’s very sensitive, Mr. Müller,” he told Mason blandly. “Do you know she can come simply by having her breasts sucked?” I couldn’t stop my giggle. “The same thing happens if you kiss her pussy. Even the slightest kiss will drive her mad,” Cédolin added. He lifted my ankle that rested on Mason’s chest and placed it on the armrest, so Mason could have a good view of my cunt. He slipped a finger underneath my leather thong and, with an elegant pull, Cédolin ripped away my panties. I yelped when Cédolin slapped my pussy playfully. “I must say your girlfriend has the best looking pie I’ve ever seen, Mr. Müller, but I don’t think you really appreciate this rare beauty. Just look at this. So pretty and pink, and very responsive. She is absolutely made to be fucked.” Mason thrashed in his bonds. He looked ready to strangle Cédolin because of his taunts. I was impressed with his deception. If my deductions were right, I could dig out the truth by smoking these two men together. I moaned when Cédolin played with my pussy lips. He oiled me with my own sex moisture, stroking my clitoris as if I were his kitty cat. I purred, especially when he slid a finger into my warm core and fingered me furiously. “Oh, shit,” I gasped. “Oh, yeah. Show your boyfriend that you love being petted like this, chérie. And show him how beautiful you are when you’re climaxing.” His words came like echoes. Pleasure thickened within me. Cédolin knew just how to bring me over the edge, touching me on the right spot, causing the impending inferno to erupt and swallow me whole. I convulsed in pure ecstasy. My orgasm took me so abruptly and unmercifully. Fireworks burst before my eyes while an explosion of pleasure consumed my being. “See how beautiful she looks? Your girlfriend is a perfect fuck doll, Mr. Müller.” Cédolin’s drawl ebbed into my consciousness as the tides of ecstasy wavered away. He

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kissed the side of my cheek. Light, gentle and appreciative. “Did you like that, Victoria?” I answered him between my pants. “Yes, very.” “Do you want more?” “Please. Your cock. Backdoor. Joe has never taken me there. I want to show him how fun it could be.” Cédolin let out a boisterous laugh. “You do like that, don’t you?” He cast a triumphant smile at Mason and disrobed. “Your girlfriend was very open-minded once I introduced her to forbidden pleasures. I was surprised to find you are quite conservative in your bedroom affairs, Mr. Müller, considering you are an exotic performer.” “Joe’s kind of old school.” My skin crawled when Cédolin nuzzled the nape of my neck. I heard the zipper noise, and hot, ready flesh nudged between my soft sex lips. “Oh, no, Jean-Val. Take those clothes off. I want Joe to see everything. He’s not the only stud who has a perfect body.” Cédolin shed the rest of his clothes. He stood behind me, chest pressed against my back, and his sex on mine. I turned to Mason; he was sweating. The iron cuffs dug into his skin. He was on the verge of ripping the chair from the bolts. The combination of my B-62 and Cédolin’s had taken a toll on him. He was mad, humiliated, and itched for a payback for making him suffer like this. I felt cool gel on my sex and my asshole. Cédolin put some on himself too. I snapped my fingers in front of Mason. “Are you watching this, Joe? I thought he wouldn’t fit at first. But he managed. Why don’t you ever fuck me like this, Joe?” My head snapped backward when Cédolin entered me from behind. The rings of my sphincter gave a slight resistance from his intrusion, and then relaxed when Cédolin teased me by rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger. The lube made him sink easily into me. I could feel Cédolin’s cock throb in my depths, the wrong depths, and yet, at the same time, it felt so right. The dark, obscene fullness enveloped me. I wasn’t

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alien to anal sex, but Victoria Wolf was. I bit my lower lip as a surge of heat crept all over me. Cédolin started to move. Oh God, he felt so fucking good. Mason watched me with hunger. “If Jean-Val makes me come hard on this one, he scores two points,” I told him. “You know the rule of my game, Joe. I’ll stay with the one who scores three first…” Mason cursed from behind his gag. I turned to Cédolin. “What do you think, Jean-Val, shall we hear what he has to say?” “What? Non!” Cédolin answered from behind my ear. He stopped moving. “Come on! It’s only fair.” My infiniter lover grumbled. “Fine.” I leaned forward and unclipped the fastener on Mason’s gag. He spat the gag ball out as soon as the straps were no longer binding behind his head. “Victoria, darling,” Mason said in a sweet tone, “untie me, and I’ll show you I fuck better than this Birmaian jackass.” Boy, was he mad. “Really?” I laughed. I spread my pussy lips open. “I think I have some room for you, Joe. Are you going to play nice?” “Victoria.” Mason cast me a dangerous smile. “Release me.” “Mmm.” I turned to Cédolin. “What do you think, Jean-Val? Did we sweat him enough?” “It’s your party, Victoria, not mine.” I swung my leg down from the armrest. Cédolin grabbed my waist and ground his erection deep into me. “I don’t think so. I’m not going anywhere until I come.” “Relax. I’m just going to let him go.” I punched the combination code on the lock pad next to Mason’s knee. The LED screen flashed green and the cuffs clicked. All eight metal cuffs that strapped Mason to the chair sprang open. Mason jumped off the chair the moment he was free. He grabbed my legs and lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. Without a word, he sank himself into me, brutally, slamming his pelvis as if he wanted to challenge Cédolin directly.

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Fuck, I didn’t fully realize the intensity of this situation until right after I found myself being sandwiched between the two men. Cédolin bared his teeth at Mason. And Mason, flushing darkly, stared deadpan at Cédolin, his jaw clenched. I was momentarily forgotten. It took them almost a whole minute before Mason and Cédolin broke up their staring contest and withdrew from their unspoken challenge. Mason shifted his gaze to me and kissed me abruptly, fucking me with equal intensity. The grudge fucks we had before didn’t even come close. He lashed his rage and pent-up lust in fast and furious pounds. “Merde!” Cédolin cursed behind me and started to move, matching Mason’s pounds. I clung to Mason’s chest, still muffled by his kiss, trying to catch a breath as two fine male specimens tried to make me come first. Mason supported my legs, while Cédolin gripped my waist with jealousy. I felt like I hovered in midair, suspended only by their cocks. I was lightheaded from the pleasure, and the need for oxygen. With great effort, I broke free from Mason’s kiss. I gasped for air as Mason slammed into me hard and Cédolin pulled out almost all the way to the head. Mason pulled. Cédolin slammed. They fucked me like animals, and I loved every bit of it. The pleasure climbed high, as they quickened their pace. I burned. They burned. I felt only fire. Then, I screamed. Another climax ambushed me. I shuddered violently. I dug my nails in Mason’s shoulders to the point that I almost pierced his skin. A black cloud swallowed me, teetering my being between the sensation of pure pleasure and agony. Mason slammed into me twice and exploded. He nipped my shoulder as he came, while Cédolin shouted in my ear, climaxing too. Hot cum filled me. We stumbled to the floor, ragged and spent. We tangled, our bodies slick with sweat. Mason watched me in my afterglow. “God, Victoria.” The rage within him had vanished. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”

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I couldn’t find my voice. Mason had seen me like this before, and each time it mesmerized him. Cédolin agreed with Mason. “What did I tell you, pal?” Pal. Bingo. At that moment, I finally got what I was after. A confirmation. I blew a long relieved breath. “Carry me to the bed,” I said to Mason. “I’m tired.” “Ten minutes only. Then I want a second helping,” Mason replied. He withdrew from me. “Aren’t you being generous?” “Non, five minutes. Ten minutes is too long,” Cédolin objected. “And yes, we’re being generous.” He slid off me. Hot cum dripped on my thighs. My well-abused but sated cunt and ass mourned the loss of their cocks. But playtime was over, and now it was showtime. Mason carried me to the bed and laid me down. I crawled to the middle of the bed and pretended I was exhausted. “Would you like a glass of water?” Mason asked. “No, stay where you are,” I said. “I thought you were tired.” I laughed again as I inched toward a stack of pillows. I slipped my hands in there and fished out my stowed guns. “Shit.” Mason stared in disbelief when I pointed a gun in his direction. “Duck!” I barked. Mason made himself fall backward. I fired the Ripper until the clip was empty. Both of my lovers ducked, taking cover the moment the cacophonous sound of bullets ricocheted inside the cabin. The mirror shattered, and a body tumbled down from inside Cédolin’s closet. I aimed the second gun at Cédolin and Mason. I slid down from the bed, circling them like a vulture. “Don’t you dare move. Sit nicely -- both of you -- on the bed. Hands on your knees. If you make a sudden movement, my Ripper will kiss you bye-bye.”

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Caught unguarded in a firefight and in the midst of a mating frenzy, both Mason and Cédolin were quite cooperative. I walked toward the target, and did some quick damage assessment. My victim was dead. Organically dead. Four shots in the chest, three in his arms, and a fatal one in his eye. I hoped my shot didn’t damage his neuras’ hardware. I needed to recover his digital self for a virtual interrogation later. The man I’d just shot was Jacques Baudet, Cédolin’s head of security. Just like I’d suspected. He sprawled on the floor with a half-assembled machine gun under his belly. He intended to gun us down as soon as he confirmed our true identities. He knew who I was, and Mason, and what we were doing here. He was Cédolin’s shooter. Well, a phantom in Jacques Baudet’s body. I nodded at Cédolin and Mason. We locked gazes. We knew that instant that this game was over. I walked to a nearby sofa and sank myself in it. “Hello, Adrian,” I said to Mason, and then to Cédolin, “and half-Adrian.”

Chapter Eleven “Very smart,” said Cédolin and Mason at the same time. “How did you figure it out?” Mason asked. “Like I told you before, I’m not all boobs and cunt, or did I tell that to your half replica?” I grinned at Cédolin. “The one thing I haven’t figured out is: who’s that man I just killed? I know he isn’t Jacques Baudet. Either of you gentlemen care to enlighten me on this one?” I’d noticed about two days ago, Jacques had called Cédolin and said he felt unwell and had to go for a regen fix, and when Jacques came back, I observed he had turned into a different person. My guess was the perp had ambushed the real Jacques and downloaded himself into Jacques’ neuras so he could get close to us. “Why should we?” Mason taunted. “Oh, you really should. I have a fully loaded Ripper gun in my hand. I don’t know how many copies of you are out there, but once you taste these biocarbine bullets in you, you would wish to come looking for your other clones and strangle them just to share the pain.” Cédolin and Mason exchanged a pained look. “Slick, Eve, slick.” Mason gave me a deadpan stare. “One second you’re an insatiable slut, and the next you’re a cold-blooded killer. Did you really have those orgasms, or did you fake all of them?” “I told you before -- those were the best ones I ever had. Still, you didn’t answer my question. Start talking, or my hand might start getting tired from holding this gun too long and my finger might slip accidentally on the trigger, and oops…” Raul Mason a.k.a. Adrian Black lifted his hands up, surrendering. “His name is Dale Gossets. I’m sure you remember him.”

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The name was familiar. I remembered a bearded, thin man with icy eyes that could stab you frozen with one look. He did most of the talking on the hostage negotiations in the Palais Opera House ten years ago. “He’s your right-hand man in the Black Monarch.” “Until he betrayed me and set me up. I didn’t order that massacre, Eve. Gossets did.” “Really? Do you have legitimate proof of your claim?” “If I had any, why do you think I would go this far concocting this entrapment? Come on, even you aren’t that dense.” I smiled sweetly. “Touché. When did you notice Jacques had changed?” “I didn’t. Not until I saw him this evening, when I was brought here.” I looked at Cédolin. The infiniter shrugged. “The same time as you did?” My jaw dropped. “You knew it and yet you agreed to my plan?” Cédolin’s eyes widened, and he looked offended. “I love to party.” “Unbelievable.” I sighed, and then turned back to Adrian. “How many copies of you are out there?” “It’s just me. One hundred percent me. I wore a new blank.” “Honestly?” “Honestly.” “And you, m’sieur?” I asked Cédolin. The handsome infiniter basked me with his signature charming smile. “I’m actually the real me. I did this as a favor for Adrian. I’m a big supporter of the Black Monarch, and I’ve been financing their vendetta for a long time. Just don’t tell anybody. It’s bad for my business.” “No fucking way. You displayed Adrian’s personality traits. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have figured out the connection between you and Adrian.” “We had undergone psych surgery in the GridStreams eight years ago. We had our neuras merged. We interchanged our personality traits, ideas, knowledge, secrets,

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memories, everything. Adrian Black is me and I’m Adrian Black. If Adrian somehow gets caught or killed in his vendetta, I’ll be the one who carries on his vision.” I whistled. “I thought that kind of procedure was only a myth.” “Chérie, a man with unlimited sources of money can make anything possible. Now tell me, how did you figure out our connection?” “When we made love. Your buddy here, let’s say, has a very distinct style.” Cédolin arched his eyebrow. Adrian offered me a hard grin. “I’m flattered.” “Save your smile, mister. You forget I have a contract to kill both of you.” “If you kill us, what makes you think you will come out of here alive?” Cédolin taunted. “I probably won’t. But Viper would likely decant my neuras copy into a new body, and I’ll be your headache for a long time. And trust me, m’sieur, I can be a real pain in the ass.” “Don’t tell me what I already know,” Adrian grumbled. Cédolin watched me, amused. “Can we work out a resolution? After all, Adrian is innocent. Dale Gossets framed him.” I considered his plea. I locked the security lock on my Ripper gun and sat it in my lap. Both men looked relieved. “Get dressed. I want to hear your story from the beginning. If I find your story credible, I might decide not to kill you.” Adrian eyed me in doubt. “What makes you so generous?” “Maybe I like the way you fuck, Adrian. You and I are really making a connection, and I suspect we might be soul mates. We’re a match made in heaven.” Adrian widened his eyes. I cracked. “Look, I’m not working for the CIB anymore, so I’m not obligated to uphold their special interest before everything else. I’m a freelancer now. I let my conscience judge the quality of my work.” “Fair enough.” Adrian rose from the bed. He came back from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and also brought a bathrobe for me. “Can we talk in the other room? It stinks in here.”

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He was right. The stench from the discharged ammos and burning flesh had fouled the enclosed space. I got up from the sofa. Adrian put the bathrobe on me. “Thanks.” I grabbed my gun. “Now, move along.” Adrian gave me a hurt kind of look. I herded the two studs onto the cabin’s deck. Adrian sat on one of the lounges, while Cédolin nonchalantly slipped into the hot tub. The water bubbled the instant he immersed himself in the water. He leaned back, relaxing. “Now I’m ready for story time.” I sat on a chair with my back against the solid bulkhead, my own standard security procedure, so no one could sneak up on me. The yacht sailed in autopilot mode. I’d disabled the A.I. before our hot tryst. I didn’t think Jacques/Dale Gossets had brought any friends. Without the A.I. to do a security sweep, it was hard to guess. And I didn’t want to reinstate the A.I. until I heard Adrian’s confession. Then, I would make my decision from there. “That night in the Palais Opera House, what really happened? I remember we’d reached an agreement to end the siege peacefully. If you released the hostages, I’d give you immunity, and you could bring the petition before the Supreme Court. But then, you suddenly killed all those people. Many of them weren’t revivable to be decanted into new bodies. Damaged neuras hardware. One-thousand-two-hundred and twentythree people were dead. So you can see, many people want your blood for what you did.” Adrian ran his fingers through his hair. His shoulders sagged. It seemed that incident had become his ghost. I could plainly see it haunted him. “Gossets shot me as soon as he knew I was about to call off the siege. He didn’t think I was fit to command since I agreed to surrender.” “Were you dead?” “I was. They torched my body so no one would know that they’d killed me in a mutiny. One of my men secretly retrieved my neuras. Remi was the only one who was loyal to me in the end. I was revived in Hominikom a month later.” He spread his arms. “In this body, as Raul Mason.”

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I remembered on that fateful night, an hour before the massacre, my men received a satellite scan that there was a fire in the kitchen. Later on, when we stormed the opera house, besides massive carnage in the main hall, we found burnt bodies in the kitchen’s old style brick oven. After forensics had done their investigation, we found out that some of the victims burned in the brick oven were Adrian’s own men. The Black Monarch had their own punishment for their rebellious members. One shot in the head, execution style, and then torch the body until it was barely identifiable. “What happened to Gossets and the rest of your mutineers?” “They escaped through a secret underground tunnel. They all made their way to Darkhan Port, as we’d originally planned. I hunted them down one by one and exacted my revenge for betraying me. Of all of them, Gossets was the hardest one to catch. He went off the radar for a few months. Then I heard he’d entered Olga Septimus and made his hiding place in Bataviv. “I followed Gossets to Bataviv, but each time I was close to getting that son of the bitch, he always managed to escape. I received leads that Gossets was sent to infiltrate the Black Monarch, to do some inside job, ruining our names and making us take the blame. I strongly believe Gossets is a Viper agent.” “So you joined the Special Forces just to find Gossets?” “I had no luck. It seemed some invisible Gods protected him. The only way to lure him out was by planting a tip that Jean-Val was really me.” I was amazed at his craftiness. Since Adrian Black was a wanted terrorist, and presently at large, the Viper wouldn’t waste time investigating the tip when it hit the Centcom. They sent Raul Mason and me to Le Paradis. “How did you come into contact with Adrian in the first place?” I asked Cédolin. “We’d been friends for years before I heard he’d stormed the Palais and demanded secession. I couldn’t believe how reckless he was.” Cédolin chastised his friend in a distasteful tone. “Remi contacted me a week later from Hominikom saying that he had Adrian’s neuras. I arranged Adrian’s decanting and got him a new identity.”

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“You financed him all these years too?” “Yes.” I turned to Adrian. “There’s one more thing I still don’t understand. Why me? Why did you choose me from hundreds of Viper’s black contractors?” Adrian cast me a wan smile. “Because I believed you would help me clear my name, Eve. You’re the one who convinced me that I should release the hostages and fight my war in a different venue. Besides Jean-Val, you’re the only person who understands me.” “Really? Then why were you being an asshole with me?” “Duh. I didn’t want to blow my cover.” Asshole. I huffed. “I’m still not happy about being tricked into this massive deception. For once, all my deductions about you were wrong. I genuinely thought your hostility toward me was caused on account of your grudge with your ex.” “But you do enjoy our fucks, right?” Adrian countered smartly. “Very funny, Adrian, very fucking funny.” “So.” Cédolin shrugged. “What are you going to do now?” “I want to extract Gossets’ neuras, and maybe have a virtual interrogation a bit later, after my shower.” “What about us?” “What about you? Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. You’re both off the hook.” “Non! That’s not what I mean. Do you think I’m going to let you walk away from here? After everything we have shared? We have something great going on between us, chérie.” “I’m afraid I don’t copy you.” Cédolin leaned on the ledge of the hot tub. His biceps flexed, and his wet hair dripped water onto his naked chest. God, he looked so damn sexy. “I’m offering you a sanctuary in my paradise. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of going back to your virtual prison.”

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“Are you telling me to betray my Viper contract, M’sieur Cédolin?” “That is exactly what I’m telling you to do, chérie.” “You’re out of your mind.” I turned to Adrian. “Tell him why I can’t.” “Viper holds her original body hostage.” “So? Big deal. I’ll tell my genetic designer to whip up your replica. I’ll decant your neuras into a temporary body and send the one you’re wearing right now back to Viper, saying… you’ve met with an unfortunate accident. Adrian can arrange the details.” “I’m very fond of my original body, thank you very much. And besides, if I were killed or missing in action, the Viper will execute a plan B. You won’t like it.” “Plan B?” Adrian cleared his throat. “They’ll assume you’re really me, the infamous terrorist who plans an uprising against the Imperial. They won’t take any chances against any form of rebellion. The government will freeze your assets and send the Raptors to Le Paradis. Ever heard about Xantar-Nabine?” Cédolin turned back to me. “What has this got to do with that freak incident?” “Oh, it wasn’t a freak incident. The government will execute the same plan as they did in that planet in order to keep all colonies in line. They’ll send their assault platoon and their infamous gamma-ray beam. By the time they finish, no one will be left alive in this sanctuary of yours.” I sighed. “Trust me, you don’t want that to happen.” As much as I wanted to take up his offer, I really couldn’t. Who wouldn’t want to live in a gorgeous place like Le Paradis for eternity with two insatiable hot hunks who loved sex as much as I do? Cédolin went quiet for a long time. His gray eyes flashed dangerously and his lips thinned. I felt uneasy all of a sudden. Why? I just had a feeling he was cooking something devious in his mind…

Chapter Twelve I’d seen Sanderson go mad before, but I’d never seen him explode like this. He’d been ranting and raving for the last forty-five minutes, calling me names, and invoking every curse known to mankind. The reason? Well, guess. I’d let Jean-Val Cédolin live and Adrian Black go. Sanderson, of course, wasn’t too happy about it. I yawned amid his outburst. “Are you done? If you are, I’d like to finish this debriefing and take a very long nap. This has been a tiring assignment. I’m worn out, really.” “Did you hear what you just said? You violated our security protocol, failed to achieve your objectives, blatantly disregarded our interests by letting a man as dangerous as Adrian Black roam free, and now you’re talking about taking a nap? I will assure you your recklessness won’t go unrewarded.” “I must disagree, Colonel. I’ve acted and executed this assignment as per our contract.” I pulled out a hard copy from a thick sheaf of documents. I read it aloud. “My mission is to confirm the information supplied by our credible sources and determine whether Jean-Val Cédolin is Adrian Black in disguise. In the event that the information is proven true, I was given permission, granted by the His Majesty and the Sigma-Ren Armed Forces, to terminate Jean-Val Cédolin’s existence, organically and digitally, through methods I thought best.” I slammed the contract down in front of Sanderson. “First, Jean-Val Cédolin is not Adrian Black. Second, there’s no clause in the contract that I must kill Raul Mason, and third -- God, Sanderson, that green tie and those shoes? Eeuw! I don’t care if that is the government-issued uniform, the combination of those two is a serious fashion catastrophe.”

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“Don’t stray from our discussion! I’m sure you realized if both Black and Cédolin had undergone a neural merging, they are twice as dangerous as they were before. A man like Black with Cédolin’s unlimited funds? Do you realize what you have done?” I waved dismissively. “Neural merging is only a myth! I haven’t seen any scientific reports on splicing and merging digital human personalities as possible to perform other than hoaxes spread around the GridStreams. Splicing human souls isn’t like splicing human genomes. It’s next to impossible. Our technologies might be advanced nowadays, but we aren’t God.” I lied, of course, given the proof that Adrian-Cédolin’s charade fooled me good until I realized the connection between the two when I made love to Cédolin. I had my own reason to keep that a secret. I wanted to make sure that Cédolin and Black were off the hook. If I gave any indication that Black and Cédolin’s neural merging was successful, Viper would send more contractors to terminate them for sure. “Go ahead,” I continued, “go ask your psyctech experts whether a neural splicing and merging is possible to be performed without turning people insane. If you want Cédolin for his connection to Black, then send your other agents to do that. I, personally, don’t think his sin for aiding a wanted man deserves a death sentence.” “We’re talking about a terrorist who killed thousands of people in a coldblooded massacre with no regard or mercy for a normal human being. You were there, remember? You even helped the forensics bag the victims’ bodies into the body bags. Adrian Black’s sin is unforgivable.” “On the contrary, he was innocent.” “Sure, like most of the inmates here proclaim they’re innocent.” “I have the fucking proof, Colonel.” “What proof? What kind of scam are you trying to pull now, Aizawa?” “If you would let me finish my report without you going bananas, maybe all this shouting and yelling would be really unnecessary.” I spread my arms wide. “Shall I? Or shall I wait until after your tantrum is over?”

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There was a brief hesitation from Sanderson. I unlocked my briefcase and pulled out another stack of hardcopies. I also fished out a small storage centricube containing Dale Gossets’ neuras hardware and placed it on top of the hardcopies. Sanderson stared grimly at the centricube. “Have you ever heard of a Viper agent by the name Mike Shearer? He’s a Level Five agent with Class A security clearance. Thirteen years ago, Shearer was assigned to infiltrate the Black Monarch rebellion in the Birma system. His order was to destroy the Black Monarch from the inside and discredit Adrian Black’s reputation. Shearer went undercover as Dale Gossets, and made his way up. Eventually, Black trusted him and made him his “go to” man. “And in the fall of nine-twenty-two, when we experienced a diplomatic strain with the Birmaian, Shearer saw this as an opportunity to get rid of the Black Monarch for good. He convinced Black that by storming the Palais Opera House and taking those politicians hostage, the Black Monarch would gain universal attention and force our government to let the Birma system become an independent country. What Black didn’t know was Shearer planned that event to be a disaster. In the hostage negotiation, I was able to convince Black to release the hostages in exchange for him and his men’s immunity.” “But you failed.” “No, I didn’t.” I told Sanderson what happened in the Palais. His face looked incredulous when I finished. “The rest, you can figure out yourself. Black hunted down each man who betrayed him, including Shearer. And since Shearer was protected by Viper, Black wasn’t able to get his hands on him. Black entered Special Forces, and spread rumors in Central Command to smoke Shearer out. “Viper sent a contractor to confirm the rumor. You got orders from your bosses to send me there. What makes it so clever was that Black was able to manipulate our psych A.I. to eliminate other candidates and left my name as the sole candidate. He was even able to invite himself into this gig, so he could catch Shearer in action. I’ll tell you, he’s a brilliant schemer all right.”

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Sanderson stared at me as if a second head just sprouted from my neck. “And how did you gain all this information?” “I interrogated Michael Shearer and his involvement in the Black Monarch’s case. When the rumor about Adrian Black impersonating Jean-Val Cédolin leaked into the Central Command, Shearer was sent to Le Paradis to finish the job for good. When he found out that you sent me and Mason to confirm the rumor, he tried to kill Cédolin, and when I foiled his attempt, he killed Cédolin’s chief security exec and impersonated him in order to gain access to Cédolin. You can read the complete reports in those files.” Sanderson eyed me with skepticism. “If Mike Shearer really is a Level Five Viper agent with Class A security clearance, he won’t talk to you like he’s making confessions to his priest. They’ve been thoroughly inducted and won’t crack under any circumstances.” “I have my way, Colonel. I’m very persuasive when it comes to coaxing confessions from people. I was the CIB chief profiler, remember?” “Your story is too far-fetched.” “You’re in denial, Colonel. You can’t possibly know your superiors’ agendas. Let me tell you something. If you bring this up to your superiors, they’ll see you as a liability. You don’t know which one of them is involved in this conspiracy, but somebody up there will see you as a threat. I won’t be surprised if they decide to silence you for security purposes. Trust me on that. By now, I’ve figured out how everything works in this great country of ours. And I don’t really care. Because once my sentence is over, I’m outta here for good.” Sanderson looked like a man who had just woken from a deep sleep. He looked at the centricube and my stack of reports like he was looking at very offensive materials that would burn his eyes if he stared at them too long. Whether he agreed to my deductions or not, he saw the truth in my words. “Well, either way, my work here is done, Colonel. Everything is in your hands. Whatever you decide to do with that evidence, it’s your choice. If I were you, I would

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report to my bosses that Cédolin is clean, Mason was KIA, and Adrian Black is still out there. Let the big boys sort out the rest. Good luck.”

Chapter Thirteen After I wrapped up my debriefing to Sanderson, they extracted me from Victoria Wolf’s body and returned my digital me to my virtual cell. I didn’t know what Sanderson intended to do with my report, or whether he would follow my suggestions. I just hoped he wouldn’t do something stupid. So, here I was, back in my digital cell, waiting for my next assignment, and totally bored to death. Life as an inmate is a dreadful one, especially in virtuality. Hours and days are meaningless because all of your senses grow dull from being adapted into a synthetic environment. Even though they gave me plenty of amenities like full access to the digital library, or to the ultimate entertainment channels, without any daily human-to-human interactions, I slowly lost my grip on reality. Humans are social animals, and I’m not one of those psychopathic loners. Because they classified me as a very dangerous inmate, the authorities put me in solitary confinement. For good reasons too. It’s easier that way to keep me in check, and as the black contractor of Viper, they don’t want any security leaks of what I might do if I start socializing with other people. That’s why the conjugal visit is the only event I look forward to in order to repress my boredom. On the day they allowed me to receive visitors, I booked Lehiyaar, my favorite whipmaster from the Eileserian escort agency. After the usual brief orientation of whatyou-can-do and what not, they transferred me into a private room. The Clarion Central A.I. asked me to wait before connecting me into the Eileserian agency’s terminal port. A message toggle window opened within my peripheral. I was surprised when I found out who sent the message. It was Master Lehiyaar, looking forward to our session. He

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imperiously instructed me to be blindfolded and manacled before we started. He wanted to try something different and I was his lucky girl this time. I was curious. Lehiyaar was never this crafty. I clicked “okay” and closed the toggle window. The room changed the moment I agreed to my Master’s terms. Invisible hands stripped, stretched and bound me onto an X-post that materialized out of nowhere. The neat thing about virtual reality was everything could move and change in an instant, like magic. The cold chrome room turned into a dark-lit dungeon. Period furniture appeared as if it was conjured from thin air, complete with various instruments of pleasure. A red velvet tray held a variety of them: whips, gags, pokers. I also saw some cruel-looking pins, and a blue-black sharp blade with serrated points that promised you nothing but pure pain. I liked kinky stuff, but not this kinky. I started having second thoughts. A velvet blindfold materialized in front of me and covered my view. With its soft inhuman voice, the Clarion Central A.I. announced my paid session now commenced. My heart raced. Minutes passed by and there was no sign of my master. I was so helpless in this position. Cramps started gnawing at my wrists and ankles. The X-post stretched my limbs to the extreme. If I were in the real world, this would have been really bad. I guessed I retained some flexibility since this was a virtual world. An eternity later, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart thundered. Master Lehiyaar usually welcomed me with a kiss of greeting -- Eileserian style -- and this time I found him quite odd when he just watched me in silence. Was something wrong? Then he laughed. Buttery, creamy laughs filled the room. I almost died of shock. “No fucking way.” I couldn’t believe who visited me. “Ma biche,” he drawled, “you look absolutely beautiful. And in my favorite position too.” I writhed in my manacles. “Jean-Val,” I barked, “release me.”

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“Non. Why should I?” “Are you crazy? I took quite the heat for letting you off the hook. You shouldn’t be anywhere near me.” “But we miss you,” Jean-Val whined. “We?” I frowned. My heart thundered faster. Certainly, Jean-Val wasn’t this reckless. My suspicion was confirmed when another voice came into the room. “Well, well, what do we have here?” Jean-Val filled my ears with his buttery laughs again. I heard him talking to the newcomer. “You know, the real Eve is hotter than I thought. De beaux nichons, un petit cul mignon, et un chat parfumé.” “You’re absolutely right, buddy. She does have pretty tits, cute little ass, and a delectable pussy. You bring the whipped cream?” Adrian drew closer to me. I could feel his eyes feasting on my naked body. “What about ice cream? It’ll cool her off after we eat her all over.” “Sounds good,” Adrian piped his agreement. “I like vanilla.” “Me too.” “Hey! Has anybody listened to me? Why are you two here? And where’s Lehiyaar?” “Your date is on vacation,” Jean-Val answered. “In Le Paradis as my VIP guest. We knew he was the only escortier you’ve been seeing for the last two years, so I paid him off so we could take his place. We are your dates for the evening.” “Do you miss me, Eve?” Adrian’s body heat invaded my personal space. “I miss you. JV misses you.” “JV?” “That’s my nickname,” Jean-Val said. Adrian brushed his lips on mine. The silken heat from his lips made me shiver. I remembered too well how passionately he kissed. He was one of the few men I know who could crank a woman’s libido simply with kisses. Well, Jean-Val too. But Jean-Val loved to maul when he was in heat.

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Adrian untied my blindfold. A ghost from the past resurfaced before my eyes. A tall man with a pair of hawk eyes swam into my vision. His eyes, as dark as his hair, had haunted me for a while after the Palais incident. His features were somewhat ruggedly masculine, but once he spoke, Adrian exuded a charisma that captivated his audiences. He was a charming man, a visionary for whom many would gladly take a bullet. “So.” I cleared my throat. “Who are you now? Raul Mason, Joseph Müller, or Adrian Black?” “Adrian, just Adrian. The real me.” “Mm-mm. Do I need to explain what would happen if you two got caught?” “Relax.” Jean-Val dismissed my concerns lightly. “That’s a risk we’re willing to take.” “And why are you taking this kind of risk? Don’t tell me you want to bust me out.” “If we do, would you go with us?” “No.” “Why not?” Jean-Val was curious. “I have my reasons. It’s personal.” Like my retirement fund, that’s why. I’m not going to jeopardize my future by doing something that makes Viper forfeit my original body. Both Adrian and Jean-Val looked disappointed. Adrian took a wild guess. “Eve, with your brain you could have easily escaped years ago. You stayed because they took your body hostage. It’s all about money, isn’t it?” Viper wasn’t only holding my body hostage. They had booby-trapped my body so if I tried to steal it, it would go ka-boom. Sanderson informed me of this with sincere delight. “If you come with us, you won’t have to worry about money. I’ll spoil you rotten. I promise,” Jean-Val added.

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“I know. But that money is my money.” Adrian rolled his eyes. “The government’s money, you mean.” “Hey, they screwed me, that’s why I want my reparations. This is a principality. It’s fun to know the government is pissed. It gives me greater pleasure than them keeping the money.” Adrian exhaled a deep breath. “So, we can only see you in rendezvous?” “I’m afraid so.” Jean-Val cursed in his drawn-out French-gibberish. I turned to Adrian. “How bad did you miss me?” “You have no fucking idea. We had unfinished business. Remember our time in the Duchesse? I gave you a five minute break, but then you went ballistic with your Rippers. We need to settle our score.” “Well, how about taking off my manacles then? I’ve got cramps.” Adrian shot me an evil smile. Jean-Val did too. A wicked shiver crawled under my skin. The two had conspired. God knew what they had in mind. “Should we?” Adrian asked Jean-Val. “Non! She’s perfect where she is now.” Jean-Val’s attention shifted to the tray filled with implements of torture. His grin exploded. “Kinky.” Amen to that, pal. “But I don’t mind this one.” Jean-Val picked a slender black whip. It was made out of leather, studded with diamonds on its handle. It looked like a dressed-up version of a bullwhip. “Now you’re talking.” Adrian was also examining the tray. He picked up a double-ended metallic vibrator. “Nice.” Oh crap. “Need help with that?” Jean-Val asked Adrian. “I’m good. But maybe you can prepare her.” They exchanged toys. Jean-Val beamed. “I’m the gentleman for the job.” Double crap.

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Jean-Val padded to me, eyes feasting on my naked body as if he couldn’t decide what to pick from the dessert buffet. His gray eyes gleamed with excitement. Jean-Val was dressed just like Master Lehiyaar, wrapped in soft leather from head to toe. He even had dyed his hair blond to pass as an Eileserian. It was a mystery to me how he passed the Clarion Central A.I.’s scrutiny by impersonating Lehiyaar. Adrian, on the other hand, dressed in casual attire. His jeans looked worn out and he didn’t even bother to button up his cotton shirt. I saw the impression of his rippled abs beneath his white undershirt. At a glance, he just looked like his blank Raul Mason. He had the same height, dripping with sexual allure and twice as irresistible. Adrian’s shoulder-length raven hair swayed as he nodded to Jean-Val to go ahead and discipline me. Jean-Val touched me with the handle of the whip; its studded hilt brushed my inner thigh, my pubes, my belly, and my breast. I bit down my moan, feeling so wanton. I was turned on simply by being caressed with a whip. I became wet. Jean-Val saw it too. He kneeled to take a closer look. His face was plastered with an all-knowing smile as he announced his findings to Adrian. “She’s very responsive, isn’t she?” Adrian looked at me, giving me a reproachful kind of headshake. “Babe.” “I need to make her more than ready. Hotter.” I whimpered when Jean-Val put his mouth on my pussy. His tongue flicked the hood of my clit, lashing it as if he were having a sword fight with me. “Shit!” I shouted. “Shit?” Adrian repeated. “I think she makes too much noise. We have to do something about it.” “Mmm,” Jean-Val answered, busy with his licking. I squirmed, panting. He was an expert on making a woman lose her mind with his mouth and tongue. Adrian picked up a gag ball from the tray and dangled it in front of me. “Payback time.”

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Crap. “W-wait,” I begged him when he was about to silence me with the gag ball. “Aren’t we supposed to agree on the safe word first? Lehiyaar always gave me a safe word.” Adrian sighed. “What do you think?” he asked Jean-Val.

“Fuck that.”

“Well, fuck that,” Adrian echoed to me.

“Wait --” I put up a struggle when Mason tried to gag me. He won, however. I

wanted to say “you’re a fucking asshole,” but the noise that came out from my mouth was only a series of incoherent jumbles. Adrian laughed. “Eve, you’re so adorable.” I felt like smacking him, but I was so helpless. The manacles dug into my skin when I writhed, a futile attempt to free myself. Jean-Val said something to Adrian. Moments later, I flinched when I felt a cool metallic implement brushing my cunt. JeanVal inserted the vibrator into my burning pussy. He parted my ass cheeks, and then pushed the other end into my anus. The vibrator slipped into my depths with a perfect fit as if it were made just for me. Fuck. I creamed from the impact. “I think Eve loves it,” Jean-Val commented.

Adrian smiled at me. “Babe.”

I threw my head backward when the vibrator started buzzing, sending a never-

ending delicious tremor into my cunt and asshole. I panted. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The machine wasn’t only vibrating, it also began to stretch, humming, rubbing me in the most lewd way. Then I heard the whip cracking. My mind snapped back to the source of the noise. Adrian had whipped the ceiling to get my attention. “Let’s play a game,” he told me, relishing every syllable. “If you can hold yourself and not come for five minutes, you can be the Domme of the evening. I know how much you like to play dominatrix.” I slurred through my gag, “If I can’t?” “Chérie, you’re going to be sore. Very sore,” Jean-Val answered, understanding me just fine. He got up, planting his hands on his hips, looking very pleased with his

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handiwork. They both exchanged glances and laughed as if they were evil villains who just came up with an idea of world domination. “Your five minutes start now,” Adrian announced. Shit. I jumped at the sound of the cracking whip. Flash fire kissed my skin. Adrian had whipped me across my thighs. I whimpered. It stung. Tears leaked from my eyes. His whipping was brutal and amateurish; then again, Adrian was no Lehiyaar. In spite of that, I found myself leaking. My cream trickled down my thigh. The combination of flogging and the humming vibrator sent me reeling to the edge of orgasm. “Would you look at this?” Jean-Val collected the dew and brought it to his mouth. “Mmm.” He smacked his lips, savoring the taste. “Whip her again.” The second blow was aimed toward my chest. I screamed. The third one was at my belly. Then, I lost count. I could only feel fire where the whip had kissed me with its serpent tongue. It hurt, but also felt so damn good. Pain and pleasure had conspired together, leaving me breathless. I writhed, coiled, and finally sagged in my bonds. It was too much. If he whipped me one more time, I’d come for sure. Adrian examined my reaction, looking impressed at my determination not to cave in. “She’s holding up well, so far.” “We need to raise the stakes. How many more minutes?” Jean-Val wanted to know. “Three and a half.” Jean-Val’s gaze slid down to my pussy. “She needs the real thing. Not a fake cock.” “Fuck her, then,” Adrian said after brief consideration. “But stay away from her ass. It’s mine.” Jean-Val scolded. “I didn’t have the chance to fuck her there the last time.” Adrian’s eyes caught mine. “I’m not as old school as Raul Mason.”

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Jean-Val groped my pussy and removed the double-ended vibrator. The toy slid out with ease, leaving me feeling so empty. I grunted through my gag, mourning the loss. My juices dripped to my inner thighs. Jean-Val laughed at this and gave me a playful spank on my pussy. I writhed again, trying hard to keep myself in control. I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I thought that if I received any more simulation, I would be thrown off the edge. Jean-Val kissed me on the cheek, then slipped behind me, behind the sleek steel X-post. All of a sudden, the whole contraption shuddered, moving a few inches upward until my ass was level with his groin. The manacles bit into my wrists as gravity pulled my body down. His fingers plunged into my pussy, testing the readiness of my wanton flesh. Satisfied, Jean-Val yanked out his hand. He fumbled with his zipper. Moments later, his hard cock brushed my sex. I shivered when our skin made contact. Jean-Val pounced into me without warning. He cursed. I shouted. He speared me open with his hungry cock, plunging himself into me until he was balls deep. My whimpers seeped through my gag. I felt so fucking full. He seized my hips and rammed me with short, battering strokes. Each stroke was controlled, precise, grinding me in the right spot and reeling me into exasperating pleasure. I tried to hang on, forcing myself not to surrender. I wanted to win this round. I bit the gag ball, focusing my thoughts on something else other than Jean-Val’s magnificent fuck. I’m usually a marvel in self-control, but when it comes to sex, I’m a dope. Still, I don’t want to lose. Not to Adrian. Somehow I was still feeling competitive against him. Jean-Val pistoned in and out, alternating between short and long strokes. I clenched my jaw, biting deeper into the gag ball. My pussy throbbed. I felt only fire, burning me to the point where I could almost lose control. I didn’t want to surrender. I held on. Adrian noticed my struggle. “Thirty more seconds. Fuck her harder.” His voice dripped with lust.

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“Shiiit…” I yelled through my gag. Jean-Val had lost his control. He was fucking me like a lunatic on a rampage. My sex rippled around his battering cock. A primal pleasure threatened to erupt. I hung on with the last strand of my sanity as Jean-Val barreled in and out of my cunt. Just when I thought I could no longer take his delicious assault, Jean-Val stopped. He swore. I was shaking from head to toe, burning with desire, enslaved by my own lust. I felt hazy when Adrian told me I won. He wasn’t happy. Jean-Val withdrew from me, accompanied with a string of grumbles. Adrian untied the gag ball and the manacles from my wrists. I flopped to the floor with a dull thud. My strength was drained from denying myself an orgasm. By now, I was no longer interested in playing the game as a Domme. I think I’m quite happy as a submissive in the hands of the right man. I’d been seeing Master Lehiyaar for the last two years because he was the one who could give me what I needed. It was strange that I found my salvation in Adrian’s hands. Also, I needed to be fucked properly. I needed my Masters. The two of them. “Give me your cock,” I demanded to Adrian. It took him a couple of seconds to figure out my order. He kneeled in front of me and whipped out his cock from his jeans in a hurry. Maybe he was afraid I would change my mind. I’d barely opened my mouth when he rammed his cock into my throat. I gagged a little, but I managed. I sucked him hard, loving him as if there was no tomorrow. Adrian grunted. He liked the way I worshipped him. He gathered my hair, sighed, urging me to take him deeper. My jaws stretched wide. His cock slid in, and I deep-throated him as if my life depended on it. Adrian purred. “Babe,” he called me in a sweet tone. “Change your mind, did you?” I hmpfed through a mouthful of cock. “I know you’re not Domme material.” I hmpfed again.

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“Works for me.” Adrian leaned in and ran his hand over my body. His touches felt like a deliverance against my punished flesh. A touch of pure love. “JV,” he barked. “Finish the job.” Jean-Val was inside me in a heartbeat, eager to finish what he’d started. He brutalized me again with his vicious ramming as Adrian anchored my face with his hands, fucking my mouth with the same voracity. His breathing was as frantic as his pumping. Salty, ocean flavor flooded my palate, the liquid of his desire. I was surprised Adrian was already at the edge of his climax. My pussy quivered as Jean-Val hammered me so hard I started seeing stars. His fingers dug into my waist, bracing me against the flood of his torrential fuck. I drifted further into the pleasure, and this time, I welcomed it with open arms, knowing that I didn’t have anything to prove anymore. I was content to be mastered. I tensed; my body quaked at the verge of coming. I surrendered. The air around me thinned. My ears started ringing. I exploded. A violent orgasm claimed me, pure and white. I convulsed, felt like I was dying. Everything in front of me blurred. I ascended to the sky, soaring and free. When I floated back to reality, my pussy and inner thighs were dripping with hot cum, and my mouth tasted salty. Adrian growled as he pumped his last load into my throat. I swallowed him, taking as much as he could give me. I felt Jean-Val let go of my waist and pull out from me with a contented growl. Adrian shuddered and collapsed too. His cock slid out of my mouth. My body was plastered with sweat and the musk of our desires. I sank to the floor, sated. I was a well-fucked woman. Minutes passed by, and none of us squeaked a word, as if the mind-blowing climax we’d experienced had robbed us of our speech and thoughts. Then Jean-Val shifted behind me, murmuring behind my ear, “When is your next conjugal visit? Sorry, chérie, but you’re stuck with us from now on. I’m going to kill Lehiyaar if he ever sees you again.”

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Wow, where had that came from? Why did he suddenly go mushy and so territorial? I looked straight into his eyes. I wasn’t surprised with what I saw there. “I see you like me…” “Je t’aime,” he said to me in a serious tone. “When is your sentence going to end?” “In about two and a half centuries, I think.” “Merde. I don’t think I can wait that long.” Jean-Val grumbled, drawing me into his welcoming arms. “We must think of something.” I lay on his chest, curling like a contented cat. My eyes caught Adrian’s. He didn’t say anything about our stolen time together. He knew how dangerous our rendezvous was. Adrian calculated his every move, while Jean-Val often acted on impulse. Deep inside, I knew this secret meeting could be our last. No one was ever lucky enough to bypass Clarion’s security A.I. all the time. Though Adrian hadn’t said anything, I knew he agreed with me to make the most of our time together. He was a wanted man and I’m an infamous inmate. And Jean-Val, who I’m sure wasn’t off the hook yet, would be monitored closely by Viper. As much as Jean-Val wanted us in a ménage à trois, it simply wouldn’t work. Adrian watched my splayed legs where Jean-Val was stroking me as if I were his kitty-cat. Adrian’s gaze flickered toward my untouched asshole. A grin spread out on his handsome face. He had another naughty idea in mind. “Ready for more?” His words felt like a fresh shot of endorphin into my system. I was horny again. I scrambled out from Jean-Val’s embrace and went on all fours, presenting myself to Adrian. “Love me, Master,” I begged him. Adrian cracked a grin. Life is sweet.

Lizzie Lynn Lee Lizzie Lynn Lee was a guitarist, receptionist, executive assistant, tarot reader, boutique owner and graphic artist before she discovered that writing is her dream job. The advantage being she can do it in her pajamas and socks. She’s an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, bookworm and a night owl, since most of her stories were done in the wee hours of the morning because of her caffeine-induced insomnia. She loves to hear back from her readers, so visit her website: www.iLizzie.com.