Hostage Read Online Loki Renard

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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
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“Uh huh.” I’m not paying any attention to my contact. I can’t take my eyes off Dreamy. I really never thought I’d see this girl again. She’s more than the one that got away. She’s the one I abandoned, and the one I won’t let go again.

“Shah.” Malik is looking at me with a what the fuck are you doing expression on his face. This meeting is important, but nothing is more important than making sure I get that girl.

Dreamy stumbles into one dancer and is then pushed into another. None of the men will touch her, but the female dancers aren’t as respectful of authority. The girls guard their territory more fiercely than lionesses. Dreamy isn’t one of them. She hasn’t paid her dues, and she doesn’t belong here. There’s a flash of something that might be sharp, which she avoids only narrowly by twisting away at the very last moment. That’s it. I’m not sitting and watching any longer.

“We’ve got to go,” I announce. “Sorry. We’ll be in touch.”

I abandon the deal to sweep into the crowd and grab Dreamy up just before she collects a stiletto to the eye.

“Alright. You’re coming with me.”

She clings to me like a koala climbing a tree, not quite blacked out, but not exactly present either. If I left her here on her own, she’d be pimped or parted out in the next few hours, probably one and then the other.

All eyes are on us. This isn’t the first time I’ve carried a girl out of the club, though I generally prefer them to be able to walk. I’m not the kind of guy who likes his women insensate. The jealous glares tell me that next time we come to this place, the girls will be wearing skintight versions of the worker uniform. A new fetish is underway.

“What are you doing with this, boss?” Malik thrusts his thumb toward Dreamy. “We’re not done with the deal.”

“We’re done with the deal. I’m taking her back to the ship.”

I have no idea where she lives, and I don’t have time or the inclination to hit the worker quadrant, where I’ll be arrested on sight if I’m caught. She’s coming with me.

Malik doesn’t ask any further questions. Tonight wasn’t about picking up a wasted worker bee, but we pivot as needed.

2

Shah

She’s out for almost twelve hours straight. I put her in my bed, the only place I can keep an eye on her. Her shift keeps riding up, revealing pale thighs and tight white panties. She’s got a cute ass. She’s still a full-figured girl, not missing any meals. Not my usual type, either. I usually like my women eager, obedient, and expendable.

It’s about time she woke up. I lean over and smack her ass. Hard. Hard enough to leave fingerprints on the parts of her skin that aren’t covered by her underwear. She wakes up with a shriek and a start, staring around herself with those big brown eyes.

“Oh god. Where am I? I’m late for work.”

“You’re not going to work, Dreamy.”

She looks at me in horror. “Shah! What… Shah! Oh my god. What happened? Shah? Is that you?”

“Yes. It’s me. You got blitzed in an outlaw bar and I brought you home with me so you didn’t end up dead.”

She puts her hand to her head. I’ll bet it’s aching. She’s probably as sick as she’s ever been and very confused. The interior of a worker apartment doesn’t look anything like my bedchamber. I have a very large suite on my ship; it takes up the entire top deck. There’s my bedroom, a living area, and a huge bathroom, as well as an office and a trophy room. It is decorated with riches I have claimed over the years: jewels, precious metals, fine works of art. Dreamy looks small in my big bed, with my soft sheets all rucked up around her curves. In spite of her aching head, she looks very comfortable. That’s about to change.

“That’s so nice of you, she says shyly.

“Yeah. Turn over.”

“What? Why?”

“Face down on the bed. Now.”

She gives me a look of horror. She thinks I’m going to fuck her.

“If I was going to fuck you whether you wanted it or not, I wouldn’t have waited for you to wake up.”

“Then… what are you going to do?”

“Do as you’re told.”

I don’t usually bother to tell anybody to do what they’re told. I tell them, and then I make them. But she’s so small and soft, and so scared, I give her one more chance.

Dreamy wastes it. She stares at me like a stunned deer, and I grab her, toss her down on her stomach and smack her ass. Hard.

She bolts up to her knees, both hands gripping her ass. Her eyes widen at me, her mouth open in horror.



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