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  “Lights low,” he rumbled.

  She stirred when the cabin lights came up, her eyelids fluttering but not opening.

  Forcing himself to ignore the sweet set of curves lying on his makeshift bed, he slid into the captain’s chair and swung around to face the control panel. He punched in a series of codes and brought the comm link online.

  “Daggertail to control, requesting permission to launch.”

  “Affirmative, Daggertail. Please file a flight plan with Janus 5 Control.”

  “Uploading now, you should be receiving.”

  “That’s affirmative, Daggertail. You are clear for launch. Thank you for visiting Janus 5. Come again soon.”

  Xave grimaced. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

  He eased back on the controls, and the Daggertail’s thrusters kicked in, pushing the ship away from the tarmac and into air traffic. Disdaining the autolaunch feature, he shaved a few degrees off the trajectory and shot into the atmosphere. He was in no mood to linger and watch the garish display of neon lights swirling above Janus 5.

  There was no sense in putting off what would most definitely be an unpleasant comm call to Warrick. He uplinked to base and waited. The blinking red light signified a successful link, and seconds later, Warrick’s stoic face appeared on-screen. Clearing his throat, Xave prepared to eat shit.

  “Kovuchenko to Stone.”

  Warrick Stone’s deep voice could only rarely be described as anything but calm. “Is the inmate secured?”

  Xave sighed. “No.”

  “No?”

  “I had to leave him there.”

  There was a pause. Behind him, Xave heard rustling.

  “Our tracking system shows you’ve left Janus 5 airspace.”

  “That’s right. I’m headed back to base.”

  “Should Meddac prep for your arrival?” Warrick’s voice grew deceptively soft.

  “I’m not wounded.”

  “You did read the data on Mendez? You do know how many credits I paid the Alliance for his bond?”

  “I read the data, Warrick.”

  “Then don’t throw away my money, Xavier.”

  Xave would’ve said more, but the girl chose that moment to sit bolt upright and scoot as far away from him as possible.

  “Where are we?”

  He swung his chair around to face her. Unfortunately, his adjusted position gave Warrick a full view of the new passenger aboard the Daggertail.

  “What is that?” Warrick sounded as though he were inquiring about a particularly distasteful insect.

  “That is the reason I didn’t bag Mendez.”

  A pause and then, “I’ll notify Doc of your situation. Meddac will be prepped for your arrival.”

  “Thanks.”

  “And Xave?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I hope this isn’t going to become a habit.”

  He didn’t bother to comment. Warrick knew he wouldn’t give up on Mendez. The slimy little weasel would surface on some other planet, and Xave would be waiting.

  The screen went blank as he terminated the link. He sighed, stabbing fingers into his thick brown hair and tucking it behind his ears before turning to face the latest wrinkle in his life.

  “You got a name?” he asked.

  “Tavish.”

  He lifted his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for the rest.

  “Just Tavish.”

  She was definitely a looker. Even with black circles around her bright green eyes, hollow cheeks, and tangled hair, she was a kick in the libido he just didn’t have time for.

  “Xavier Kovuchenko.”

  She tilted her head, causing a wave of dark red hair to drape across her thin shoulder. “Xave?”

  “To my friends.”

  She stiffened at the implication, and Xave wished he’d kept his mouth shut.

  “You should’ve left me there, Mr. Kovuchenko.”

  He sighed. “I know.”

  “So why didn’t you?”

  “Why did you throw yourself in front of Mendez?”

  She inhaled deeply and lifted her gaze high enough to look at his shirt. “He was escaping.”

  “I knew that.”

  “I was only trying to help.”

  “Well, I didn’t need any.”

  “You’re awfully crabby considering I tried to do you a favor.”

  “Yeah, that worked really well, didn’t it?”

  She shrugged, nibbling her full lower lip. “It worked for me. I’m alive and away from Louie’s.”

  He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her mouth. She had the most kissable lips, full and rosy pink. Her expression told him she knew as much.

  She twisted her hands in her lap. “I could always give you a freebie, you know, to say thanks?”

  Something inside him recoiled at the thought. Not the thought of her beneath him. It was pure torture to imagine her with her back arched, breasts thrust upward, her nipples between his teeth, and her husky voice begging him to sink his shaft into her pussy. But the thought of her spreading her legs and pretending to care left him cold inside.

  “Sorry, I try to keep my standards a little higher than that.”

  She stiffened again.

  Xave realized that she’d taken his words exactly as they’d sounded. He couldn’t seem to get his foot out of his mouth.

  “So where are we going, since we’ve obviously left Janus 5?”

  He spun around in his chair, giving her his back. He couldn’t stand the piercing green eyes any longer. “Back to Hyperion 4. I’ll refuel and resupply at the base before heading back out to find Mendez.”

  “Are there brothels on Hyperion 4?”

  “A few.” He slanted her a curious gaze. “Is there somewhere I can drop you once I’ve resupplied? Do you have family nearby?”

  She shook her head. “No family. Cyborgs wiped out our colony when I was seven, and I was sold to the slavers. That’s how I wound up at Louie’s.”

  “You’ve been at Fat Louie’s since you were seven?” He knew his voice sounded rough; the answering expression on her face told him that much. But it wasn’t shock or disgust tying his tongue in knots. It was anger.

  “The younger girls live in a dormitory out back until they’re twelve.”

  “You became a working girl at twelve?”

  Her green eyes turned hard as jewel chips. “Survival by any means necessary, Mr. Kovuchenko. Surely that’s something you can grasp?”

  He clenched his teeth and turned away, feigning attention to the electronic displays on the panel in front of him. His insides roiled with anger. Breached at the age of twelve, she’d essentially been raped every day of her life. Her strength beggared his ability to describe it, much less understand it.

  Tavish.

  His blood boiled, shooting adrenaline into every cell of his body and forcing him to fight for control. He seethed at the thought of some stranger like Mendez pressing her legs apart, kneeling, entering her, claiming her, touching something that belonged to him!

  Grinding his teeth together, Xave forced his brain to think rationally. She wasn’t his. She’d never be his, no matter what his instincts claimed. Besides, common sense told him she’d rather eat shit and die than belong to a man like him, who managed to insult her every time he opened his mouth.

  He fought for control of his thoughts. This girl—he forced himself to think of her as such—had suffered too much for him to push himself on her in any way.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, once he could trust his voice.

  “Maybe a little.”

  She looked as if she hadn’t eaten a decent meal in years. He stood up and crossed the cabin to the food-processing unit.

  “You don’t have to go to any trouble, Mr. Kovuchenko.”

  “It’s the least I can do.”

  She had no response to that. Xave wondered if she agreed.

  The contrary machine managed to spit out something that resembled thin stew with chunks that might have b
een either meat or vegetable at one time. He handed her the bowl and spoon with a hunk of dry bread.

  “Sorry. You’ll get something a lot better once we reach the base. Lola will just be going off duty, but I’m sure I can convince her to fix you a bite to eat.”

  Tavish shoved a spoonful of stew into her mouth. “As long as you don’t try to convince her with your charm.”

  Xave blinked in surprise. So the little mouse had some sass in her after all. Interesting.

  Chapter Three

  Tavish was a whore. She’d known others over the years who preferred other terms—call girls, working girls, escorts—but the facts never changed, no matter what you called them. She sold her body to get by. She’d long ago gotten over it. The snide comments or disdainful looks tossed her way when Louie let her snatch a few moments of fresh air on the front steps of the brothel no longer stung. The way men used her to gain vengeance on a hundred other women who’d done them wrong didn’t matter. That was life.

  Never in twenty years of living at Fat Louie’s had she been ashamed of her past or what she’d become. Until now.

  Xavier Kovuchenko had seemed so irritated that he’d been forced to bring her along. She hadn’t asked him to step in and play rescuer; that’d been his call. Offering a freebie seemed like an obvious solution. She didn’t do that very often; she hated giving something for nothing. But the offer had popped out of her mouth, and once it’d been given, she hadn’t wanted to take it back.

  She’d wanted him to say yes.

  Of the hundreds of men who’d spread her legs and pressed their cocks into her cunt, Tavish wanted Xavier Kovuchenko.

  But he didn’t want her. After all, he “set his standards higher than that.” Much higher than a common whore like Tavish.

  So why the hell couldn’t she make her body hate him as much as her wounded pride did? Every damn time the man moved, she found her eyes glued to the slide and play of the muscles beneath his clothes. He’d discarded the long coat and wore a sleeveless black shirt made out of clingy fabric that caressed every dip and groove on his body. And Xavier Kovuchenko had a lot of them.

  Tavish should have been long past the inclination to be breathless over a man’s physique. Arousal was a commodity to be bought and sold. It wasn’t supposed to be a tangible, uncontrollable urge.

  What a poor time to disprove that theory.

  “Daggertail to Control, initiating landing sequence.”

  Her stomach leaped as the ship changed speed, banked, and went in a new direction. The strange weightless sensation that persisted despite the artificial gravity made her faintly nauseous. She hadn’t traveled since she was a child, since the bloody massacre that had left her orphaned and homeless. She could only remember snippets of that time, of the survivors being rounded up like livestock by a band of rogue cyborgs. She had been sold to the slavers only to be dropped at Louie’s like a load of space trash. Now, after surviving so many years, she had wound up rescued by a man who seemed almost as coldhearted as those rogue cyborgs.

  So his friends called him Xave…the smug bastard.

  She sighed and let her restless eyes settle on him. A shiver chased up and down her spine as she watched his big, capable hands at the controls. That inexplicable thrill zipped through her system again. She couldn’t rip her gaze away. Even with something else to distract her, it would’ve been hard to ignore the charismatic field that seemed to surround him. With nothing else but her motion sickness to occupy her, Tavish couldn’t help herself.

  His pale eyes narrowed, focusing on the approaching spaceport. The ship shuddered as the planet’s winds buffeted them from all sides. Xave cursed beneath his breath, leveling out the nose and increasing the thrusters.

  She ran the tip of her tongue over her dry lips. So methodical, every move calculated, planned, executed without flaw. Did he take that iron-willed self-control to bed? Did he plan all his seductions? Was every touch, every lick, and every kiss he placed on a woman’s anatomy mapped out beforehand? Or did he slip the leash and let his instincts take over?

  Heat trickled through her body, exciting nerves she’d thought long dead.

  “This is Control, Daggertail. Dock on the tarmac beside Bay A-14.”

  The static words on the comm snapped Tavish back to reality. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and straightened her spine. It didn’t matter what she wondered. Xavier Kovuchenko set his standards too high for the likes of her.

  The ship bumped lightly against the sides of the bay before long robotic arms reached out to cradle the idling spacecraft. By craning her head to one side, she could see the process of refueling and resupplying the Daggertail had already begun. Xave apparently didn’t plan to stick around long. No doubt he intended to dump her on the doorstep of the nearest brothel and head back to Janus 5 for Mendez.

  Different day, different planet, same old shit.

  She sighed, trying to smooth the worst of the wrinkles from her skimpy topaz dress. Unfortunately, Louie didn’t splurge for the more expensive fabric that kept its shape with minimal effort. After all, whores didn’t make money with their clothes on.

  “You ready?”

  His gruff voice grated on her nerves. Parts of her wanted to respond, to pick up her head and offer him the dazzling smile she saved for her favorite customers. The rest of her wanted to curl into a tiny ball and be forgotten.

  “Warrick has Meddac on standby.”

  “Why Meddac? I don’t have anything.” She hazarded a look upward through her eyelashes.

  Xave’s expression softened. “Mendez got you pretty hard with his boots. I think someone ought to have a look at your ribs.”

  “Oh.”

  He looked as though he wanted to say something more. The muscles in his jaw leaped around as he ground his teeth together to keep from speaking.

  She stood face-to-face with him, mere inches separating their bodies. He gave off heat like a blast furnace. Her nose twitched. He smelled strange, different from any other male she’d been in contact with. It wasn’t unpleasant, far from it. A heavy sensation began building deep inside her body, culminating at a point between her legs and blooming into a damp, slick heat that consumed her pussy.

  “We should go,” he said.

  Tavish found the courage to lift her eyes. The sight of him so close almost knocked the breath from her lungs. “I’m ready whenever.”

  A tiny grin kicked up one corner of his mouth. “You’re standing in front of the hatch release.”

  One tightly muscled arm reached past her, brushing her shoulder on its way to the red handle just behind her. He tripped the switch. The air lock hissed as the hatch opened, then lowered slowly to form a ramp to the tarmac below.

  Her nipples hardened. It took her a second to process that thought. She wasn’t cold. The body heat rolling in waves from Xave shimmered over her skin. She had to fight the urge to reach up and palm her breasts, to pinch her nipples to relieve the stinging awareness harbored there.

  The ice in Xave’s pale blue eyes melted a fraction, and his gaze dropped to the tiny peaks bulging from the thin fabric of her dress. He leaned imperceptibly closer, inhaling deeply; then he exhaled in one long, sexy breath.

  Tavish licked her lips again, enjoying the crashing waves of sensation sweeping her body. She’d never experienced this kind of magnetic force. It was as if Xavier Kovuchenko had a gravitational pull she couldn’t escape.

  Had their faces been that close only seconds ago? The air he exhaled whispered across her cheek. Kissing had never been something Tavish enjoyed, but she’d never been faced with a man like Xave before. Closing the last inch between them, she pressed her open mouth to his.

  It started sweet but turned carnal in the blink of an eye. Hesitant at first, Tavish surrendered when Xave’s tongue swept inside her mouth to mate with hers. He was hard and hot and male, both sweet and demanding as passion exploded between them.

  Xave growled. The sound lifted the fine hair at the back of her neck
and released a rush of cream between her legs that would’ve had her panting had her mouth not been otherwise engaged.

  His big hands slid down her back, cupping her buttocks and hauling her up against the length of his body. She bucked her hips against him, shocked at the thrill she got from the feel of his rock-hard erection cupped in the V of her pelvic bone.

  Her hands gripped his unforgiving forearms and skimmed up to his shoulders to lock behind his neck. She tangled her fingers in his coarse, dark hair.

  Xave was tall. With her hands wrapped about his neck, she stretched the full length of his hard, muscular body. Her every curve meshed perfectly against his stark angles. Her breasts mashed against the contours of his chest. The friction ripped a low moan from her throat.

  The sound seemed to inflame him. His mouth became hotter, more insistent, driving into hers with a new intensity, each kiss hotter and more insistent than the last. He ground his body against hers in a primal rhythm she desperately tried to match.

  “Ahem.”

  The voice from the tarmac below the Daggertail sounded female—and amused.

  Xave pulled away so quickly, Tavish was left kissing air. She’d have fallen on her face had he not reached out to steady her.

  “Warrick sent me to see what was keeping you two. Said some feminine intuition might come in handy.”

  A hot red flush spread over Tavish’s skin. The voice belonged to a strikingly beautiful woman, whose curvaceous body leaned lightly, arms crossed, against a piece of machinery. Her ebony braid reached her waist, and brilliant cobalt eyes watched her with far more understanding than Tavish was comfortable with.

  Xave snorted. “Tavish, Lola. Lola, Tavish.”

  Tavish swallowed around the lump that had formed in her throat. She’d never in her life been more aware of how trashy she looked. She could only imagine what kind of conclusions this picture-perfect woman had drawn.

  Lola rolled her eyes. “Nice intro, Xave. Didn’t your mama teach you any manners?”

  He grunted and turned to gather his gear.

  “Welcome, Tavish,” Lola said. “I’m in charge of babysitting the bondsmen. I feed them, change their nappies, make sure they eat their vegetables…”