Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Men [A Bride for Eight Brothers, Book 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) Read Free

her tender flesh was far reduced, and she looked up to him gratefully.
    “What happens now?”
    His eyes flared a moment, and he mumbled, “I have no idea,” as he moved to take the pilot’s seat. Mikayla didn’t have a clue what he meant by that. She looked at him, knowing that her fear was very clear in her eyes, but she was unable to hide it.
    When he caught sight of her expression, he leaned over and touched her face with a callused fingertip. “It’s going to be all right. We just need to get back to the station and talk with my brothers.”
    “Brothers?” she asked in a squeaky voice.
    Being purchased that way had been completely humiliating, but a part of her had rejoiced at being a whore to only one man. It wasn’t exactly what she’d planned, but it sure as heck beat the idea of being a whore to a dozen different men a night.
    “How many brothers do you have?” She barely managed to force the words through her tight throat.
    “Seven. Well, six plus me,” he said absently as he started the engine and lifted the small pod craft into the air. Seven? She could handle seven, couldn’t she?
    “So…so after the year is up, what happens? Will I be able stay on to earn enough to catch a flight home?”
    He grimaced and looked a little upset.
    “I’m not sure. We’ll discuss it with my brothers when we get home.”
    Mikayla slouched a little lower in her seat. She knew the laws on this planet were fucked up, especially where women were concerned, but the one she understood very clearly was that a woman was always paid for sex—consensual or not. Some of the girls at the club had come here simply because the money was good. Whoring was a dangerous business on most planets, but at least on this one the law made sure a woman got paid.
    “Where do you live?”

Chapter Three

    Matt glanced over to the woman in the seat beside him. She’d asked several questions, but the one that irked him was the one she hadn’t asked. She still didn’t know his name, and it was starting to bug him. He didn’t want to be treated like some sort of hero for rescuing her from Evans, but it would be nice for her to at least want to know his name.
    “How long have you been on the planet?” he asked, deliberately ignoring her question.
    “Six days,” she mumbled softly.
    “So you came here to make your fortune and what? Changed your mind?”
    “No,” she responded angrily. “I came here with a…uh…friend and h–he left without me.”
    At first, Matt thought she was trying to lie again, the way she had when asked about family, but a quick glance to his right proved that she was upset rather than being deceitful.
    “Explain,” Matt ground out through clenched teeth. Thinking she was a whore who’d changed her mind was one thing. Seeing her as a victim of some man’s malicious actions was another.
    “What’s to explain? He said he loved me, promised me the world, and at the first sign of trouble, dumped me.”
    Matt suspected that her lover had planned things a little more callously than she was seeing. There were no tourist-type attractions on this planet. The people here were mostly miners, and the town consisted of only the facilities required to keep the small community functioning. That’s why there were only a few women. The only employment opportunity they had was whoring.
    But for a man who claimed to love Mikayla, dumping her on this planet seemed premeditated, perhaps even planned from the beginning. Matt had more questions but decided they could wait. She was obviously upset.
    Her story, however, changed every partially formed notion in his head. He’d had a half-baked idea of sharing her services with his brothers. At least that way he could sort of justify the expense, but discovering that she’d neither planned nor chosen this line of work put a damper on his strategy.
    What the hell was he going to tell his brothers?

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    She watched out the window as the landscape changed. Snow seemed to