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Allie

Shit! Shit!

Who wants me in the pleasure room? Those fucking businessmen pigs who’d shoved money in my mouth? Or one of the other groups of men out there?

Andspecificallyme? Brienne is going to flip.

But, worse than that, whoever the men who’ve demanded me are, they’ll expect more than just a dance, given the prices that Spur charges.

Gods… I’ve never doneanythingmore than dancing for men for money, and the thought of having to do sexual acts with one of those predators disgusts me…

And it’s not justoneof them…

I shake my head at Obbit’s order.

“Please,” I beg. “Those businessmen don’t really care if they getme. Let one of the other girls do it – they’d be happy for the money!”

Obbit laughs. His eyes are cruel. He’s always hated that I refuse his advances. I sense he’s getting a sick satisfaction out of watching me wrestle with this.

“Businessmen? Ha! These are no “businessmen”. Come with me – no dawdling!”

There must be a change in my expression, because Obbit doesn’t even wait for my refusal. The Toad surges forward – demonstrating that sickening speed his kind are capable of.

I dart backward, but I’m too slow. Obbit grabs me by the arm, not even letting me get my heels back on, and yanks me out the door. His slimy hand should give me the lubricant to wrench myself from his grasp, but it’s as if he has suckers on his hand. Maybe he does. I’ve never inspected a Toad’s palm close-up. If I can just get my balance, I know I could get away from him, but he’s not giving me a chance.

My mind races as he drags me into the hallway.

Not the businessmen from the stage earlier? Then who?

Fuck.

The only other group in Spur’s joint tonight wasthem.

The Aurelians.

Ithasto be the Aurelians who demanded to see me – specificallyme.

But…Why?

My mind already leaps to the worst possible scenario – that, as I’d feared, these ‘Rogue’ Aurelians are really Law Enforcement in disguise…

But they could just be three huge, alien warriors who’ve taken a fancy to me. If that’s the case – my situation might not be too much better. What if they erupt into the infamous Aurelian mating frenzy while they’re alone with me?

I don’t know which scenario would be worse.

The thought of being trapped in a room with three huge, seven-feet-tall, muscle-bound aliens – aliens who can’t physically hold back their raging desire toseedmy body – is both terrifying…

…and yet also feeds into my deepest, darkest fantasies.

On the other hand, the thought of being grabbed up by Law Enforcement…

Well, that’s just simply, coldly horrifying.

But, regardless, there’s nothing I can do.

Obbit is fuckingstrong.