Slayn withdrew his hand, and Dutton saw a look of hurt dance across Rook’s face. He might have actually felt sorry for the woman, if she weren’t a traitor.
Slayn turned to Fairchild, where she sat naked and bound on her examination chair. She’d been quiet for the past few minutes, probably because she was still recovering from the drugs she’d been given, but now she pulled back her lips in a snarl as Slayn brushed his fingers along her inner thigh.
Dutton felt like snarling too, but he held it in.
“On the other hand,” Slayn continued, “Ms. Fairchild here appears to be quite fertile. Quite fertile indeed. And we’ll soon find out if that’s the case, because you three are going to impregnate her for me… or die trying.”
He dipped his hand inside his sport coat and drew something out—a small, cylindrical pill bottle.
Fairchild’s birth control.
CHAPTER 27
Slayn gave the pill bottle a shake, rattling the capsules within. The sound sent a skitter up Fairchild’s back.
“My men found these in your suite,” Slayn said. “An interesting bit of pharmatech. My lab technicians tell me the contraceptive effects should wear off after twenty-four hours…”
He checked his gold watch, smiled.
“…It’s already been far longer than that.”
Fairchild’s heart stopped. Had she really been unconscious that long? She knew she’d been drugged. The knockout punch Rook had given her back on the terrace would not have put her out long enough for Slayn’s men to bring her aboard this ship and strap her into this chair. But had it really been over twenty-four standard hours?
Something in her gut told her yes, yes it had.
Slayn unscrewed the cap of the pill bottle. It was awkward with his injured finger, and it took him longer than it should have. He shook one of the metallic capsules into his good hand, then held it up to the light. He sighed.
“Such a shame to sterilize such a fertile specimen as yourself,” he said. “That’s why we’re going to be doing away with these pills…”
He dropped the capsule back into the bottle, replaced the cap, and secreted it back into the pocket of his sport coat. He looked at Fairchild with a deadly smile.
“No more birth control for you,” he said. “These three men are going to fuck you raw and unprotected. They’re going to come inside you and make you pregnant. And they’re going to do it over and over again.”
His smile widened.
“AndI’mgoing to watch.”
There was something in Slayn’s voice that made Fairchild’s skin crawl, and a quick glance at the front of his pants revealed that they were tented with his sizable arousal, which only made the crawling sensation worse. At least she knew he wasn’t going to try putting that part of his body inside of her—not after what she’d done to his finger.
She shot her eyes back up to his face.
“What makes you think I’m going to go along with your little plan?” she asked.
“Oh, you’ll go along with it,” Slayn said. “Inga.”
Rook was standing a few steps behind Slayn, her big arms crossed in front of her chest, her eyes fixed on Fairchild in a look of disdain. At the sound of Slayn’s voice, she unfolded her arms and drew the massive handgun holstered on her right hip. Fairchild thought Rook was going to point the gun at her, but she didn’t.
She pointed it at Dutton instead.
“We obviously can’t shootyou,” Slayn said. “Your womb makes you far too valuable for that. But when it comes to the other part of the equation…”
He turned and gestured toward the three male captives.
“…you could say we have an embarrassment of riches. I would prefer not to waste any of these exquisite specimens. However, I’m willing to do so if necessary.”
His smile stretched even wider.
“I have a feeling it won’t be. You’ve already lost one team. You’re not willing to lose another… are you?”
