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expression said he wanted to crawl into her head, to understand her inside and out. It was strange, frightening, and she had to push the idea away. He was a standard mark, just the latest notch on her belt. The only thing special about him was that someone was willing to pay 15,000 credits to see him dead.
    She rubbed her hands up over her breasts, and then slowly stepped forward again, her knees butting against his.
    “Do you want to touch me?” she asked softly. He nodded his head, but his hands stayed at his side. She approved. Too many men grabbed a woman’s tits and twisted them like they were ship controls. He seemed content to sit back and let her take the lead. She liked that. This was her show, and she knew exactly how it should go.
    She straddled him again, this time not bothering to kick her leg up and over him.
    Somehow they seemed beyond that at this point. She sighed as the swollen lips of her labia came into contact with the mound of his restrained cock, wrapping her arms around his neck for stability. She closed her eyes, offering her breasts up to his mouth, and he obliged her by leaning forward and nuzzling the valley between them.
    Subtle. She liked that.
    Whispers of need crept along her spine, and she rubbed herself up and down his length, hips gyrating restlessly as he started licking her breasts. Back and forth he went, lapping and nosing at her without ever touching her nipples. They cried out for him, already swollen and aching in anticipation of his tongue. A need built within her, she wanted his touch. She thrust her breast at him pointedly, and stopped moving. Her challenge was clear. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.
    He got the message, looking up at her face with an expression that could only be described as amused. She didn’t like thinking about that. She was in charge, not him.
    Still, before she could say or do anything, he dropped his gaze and sucked one nipple deeply into his mouth.
    Sensation shot through her, a thousand tiny sparkles racing down an invisible string between her breast and her clit. She rubbed against him more urgently, feeling that familiar pressure rising within her like a beast. It was time for sex, time for taking what she needed from his body and using him for her pleasure. The rush was upon her, that high she could only find fucking or killing.
    She rode him harder, wishing she had taken the time to strip him, wishing that he was naked and inside her, thrusting at her with all his strength. There was no way, of course, that she’d even consider pulling away from him long enough to strip away those layers. For the second time that night she hovered on the edge, too close to stop, too close to do anything but keep moving. She knew this pole between her legs would be infinitely more satisfying.
    He sucked her nipple in hard and deep. Somewhere in the back of her mind she noticed his hands were on her hips, that he thrust her up and down along the length of his caged cock with a force that would leave bruises on her tomorrow. She didn’t care.
    She squeezed herself closer to him, crushing her breast against his face, desperate for more. Each thrust scraped her clit, each motion making her more aware of the yawning emptiness between her legs. She wanted to crawl into him, take him, and consume him.
    Suddenly it hit her.
    Explosions of light and feeling, a whiplash of sensation slammed through her body.
    She yelped, taken off guard, and ground her clit into him one last time even as her back arched in ecstasy. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware of his shout, could feel his hips pumping up at her. Then she felt the heat of his seed through the leather and realized that he, too, had found his completion.
    She collapsed against him, wrung out. This was far better than what she’d found against the pole. She was glad she hadn’t killed him—it was going to be a glorious night.

Chapter Two
    She stunned him.
    There was not other way to