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Loving Deviant

Loving Deviant

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Chapter One

Darbis Martin is a dead man if I get my hands on that lying, two-faced son of a bitch. Venice crept around the corner, straining to hear any sounds of booted feet. Her fake husband had his men searching for her on the space station, and sadly, theyd find her within a matter of hours. The place wasnt big enough to conceal her for long.

She reached the automated pleasure center and darted inside the door of the reception area. The sex bot inside was a tall thing, had a pretty face, and smiled. How may I please you?

Im reporting for duty, Venice lied, hiding her stolen weapon behind her skirt. Im going into the back and you are to delete any knowledge of my being here.

The pretty bot kept her smile in place. Of course.

Venice figured it couldnt be that simple but she lunged through the interior door, hoping the thing would actually erase the fact that it had seen her. She was in a world of trouble and her fake husband was the source of it. She should have listened to her sister.

If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

She hid behind a large replica bush inside a lounge area for clients of the automated brothel, and tried to think up a plan. First in order would be to get off the station before Darbis found her. Second would be to find a safe place to go after that. Earth wouldnt be on her itinerary.

It had all seemed so simple in the beginning, when Darbis Martin had charmed her during all their vid chats. Hed been funny, intelligent, and handsome. Too bad it hadnt really been him talking to her. The ink on their false marriage decree had been dried and dated for over thirty days by the time shed arrived at Colton Station to meet the real puppeteer.

He had her over a barrel, too, completely trapped. Thats when hed shown her what a devious bastard he truly was by luring her out into space to make her a slave laborer in his private brothel. He invited special visitors to the station he owned, and they wanted real women. Darbis figured she couldnt put up a fight. She had nowhere to go and was stranded on the station.

Her hands clenched around the knife in her hand. She wasnt a whoreand wouldnt become one, either. Shed been desperate enough to marry a stranger, willing to sleep with him, but being passed around to a bunch of men wasnt going to happen. Shed done enough lying on her back, her body being used in another way after the accident that had trapped her in a bed for four years.

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