Hanna and the Hitman - Honey Phillips Page 0,15

his teeth at the other male in what could have passed for a grin.

“I used to fight. I won a few fights and made enough credits that I decided to retire.” He shrugged. “Civilian life turned out to be less interesting than I expected. Still, it has its rewards.”

Aidon threw off her cloak and casually cupped her breast. She managed to hide her shock and leaned compliantly into his touch.

“Very nice. But she looks a little fragile for my taste.” Chotgor reached over and stroked Zemma’s head, and she, too, leaned into his touch, but Hanna caught a glimpse of her eyes, and they were far from compliant. “This is my latest. She knows how to take a real fucking.”

“Mine is still in training, but I don’t have any complaints,” Aidon said, tightening his fingers around her nipple. She caught her breath and breathed into the exquisite pinch. His grip was just on the edge of pain, but it sent a spike of heat straight to her clit.

“What name did you fight under?” The question appeared casual, but Hanna suspected it was anything but.

Aidon shrugged. “They called me the Hitman.”

Chotgor stared at him, then threw back his head and roared with laughter. “A few fights? It was a hell of a lot more than that. No wonder you looked familiar. I lost a lot of credits betting against you.”

“You shoulda bet on me instead.” Aidon gave a cocky grin, and Chotgor laughed again before waving to the lounge next to his.

“Have a seat. I’d like to know more about some of those fights.”

Aidon threw himself casually on the reclining couch, and Hanna knelt immediately at his side, mimicking Zemma’s position. A plump, frightened-looking little alien came rushing over and offered them a tray of beverages. Aidon considered the options before choosing a goblet filled with golden liquid that smoked gently. He took a sip, then nodded appreciatively.

“Foldaran brandy. Very nice.”

“I want the best, and I’m willing to pay for it.” Chotgor grinned, displaying even more teeth. “Unless I can get it for free, of course. This came from a trader who tried to cheat me. That’s his wife over there, servicing the Rarg.”

Hanna barely managed to avoid looking, but when the conversation resumed over her head, she snuck a peek in that direction and saw a small female bent over one of the couches while a much larger male pounded into her from behind. God, she hated this place. She shivered, and Aidon’s hand cupped her breast again. Despite the obvious sexual nature of the move, she recognized it as an attempt to comfort her, and she nestled closer against his legs.

When she looked over, Zemma was studying her intently from under her eyelashes. Since neither male appeared to be paying attention, she gave the other female a quick smile and saw her eyes widen. Aidon tugged on her nipple, and she realized that he had seen. She looked up at him, hoping her face was sufficiently devoted.

“Yes, Master?”

“Take a sip, pet.” He extended the goblet toward her.

“You’re wasting Foldaran brandy on a slave?”

Aidon shrugged. “I think she would be an amusing drunk.”

Heeding the hidden warning in his words, she took the smallest sip possible, but even so, the warmth of the liquor filled her stomach and curled through her veins. She slumped against his legs and heard Chotgor laughing through a golden haze.

“Not too amusing if she’s asleep.”

Aidon laughed also and picked her up, tucking her between his legs. He was hard again, and she tried to wiggle against his erection, but her body didn’t want to respond. He placed her hand over his cock and held it there. Enough awareness penetrated her daze that she realized the move probably looked more aggressive than it felt. She tried to close her fingers around his shaft, but it was too large, and all she could do was knead it slowly as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

At one point, she woke up enough to realize that the fountain had been replaced by a stone circle and two males were fighting. Still dazed, she watched as one of them tore out the other’s throat. Underneath her stupor, horror awaited, but she let the liquor overtake her once more. As she slipped into golden darkness, she realized that Aidon had given her the drink deliberately to make this easier for her.

The next time she was aware of her surroundings, two silvery aliens were dancing in the center circle. No, not dancing.