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those bastard Raggas are helping her? I’m supposed to take your word for it?”
    “Yes.” Drekk finished his meal and smiled. “That was really good. I worked up an appetite this morning.” And he meant to do so again.
    “Look, you little prick, I want answers. I’ve tried to be patient—”
    “A stretch, I’m sure.”
    “—but I’m done. I want out of here and I want to see Anin.” 

    “Your sister is relearning just as you are. Don’t tell anyone on Mara’s Light this, but I’d trust Erin with those Raggas, and you know I hold your sister in high regard. Nu and Set Fas won’t harm a female. It’s not in their ‘bastard Ragga’ nature. What you need to focus on is you, Ryen. Anin will be fine.”
    “Yeah, well, you won’t be if I don’t get the explanations I need.”
    “You always want to fight. I thought sex would have left you in a calmer state, at least for while. I can see I need to re-evaluate things.” Ryen knocked his chair back as he pushed to his feet. He reached for Drekk.
    “I’m sorry, but this is for your own good.” Drekk pushed the button of the small handheld device he had in his pocket.
    Ryen froze. “You son of a bitch,” he snarled, struggling with the bands stifling his mobility. “I’m going to tear you apart.”
    “Not smart to tell me that.” Drekk finished his juice, aware of his own skyrocketing temperature. Ryen in a rage excited him. His cock throbbed with need, fuelled by the memories of things they’d already done together. Standing, he decided to take Ryen’s mind off his imprisonment with the truth.
    “What the fuck is that?” Ryen paled, his gaze glued to Drekk’s tented trousers.
    “A hard-on.”
    Ryen swallowed nervously, and Drekk couldn’t wait until Ryen swallowed him again.
    “I, ah, I know you like women and men. But if you even think about fucking me...”
    “Ryen, I think about it all the time. What it would feel like to stick my dick between those lovely cheeks, to ream that tight, virgin ass. I’d love to suck that strong cock, to taste your seed as it flowed down my throat.” To Drekk’s delight, Ryen grew a massive erection.
    “Cut it out.”
    “Your Handler had a real problem with men loving men, didn’t he? Did he tell you of the evils of anal sex? Did he convince you that only a woman could contain a man’s seed?” Drekk took pity on Ryen’s panic. Learned behaviour has to be unlearned. “It’s okay. They told me that too.”
    “Then why are you hard?” Ryen pulled at his arms. “You think you can rape me and I’ll suddenly be healed?”

    “Not at all.” Drekk walked around the table and stared into Ryen’s eyes. “I have never raped another, nor will I. Relax on that score.”

    Ryen let out a deep breath.
    “With you it won’t be rape. Why do you think you want to fight me all the time? Did you want to fight your Handler as much? Your Creator? Did you want to dominate them?” Ryen snorted. “I did dominate them. The only way they controlled me was through artificial means.” Ryen glared at his bands. “A coward’s way.” Anger pulsed and Drekk immediately willed it away. He’d never liked being called a coward, as his Handler knew. Pride had been a huge failing of his, and still was, to some extent. “Ryen, I don’t want to hurt you. A fight between us will be ugly, one I don’t want to win. My class of Creations could...” he paused before he blurted a few truths no one knew.
    Truths he had no intention of ever sharing.
    “Pussy.”
    “You leave me breathless with your compliments,” Drekk said dryly. “My ass is better than any pussy you’ll ever get. And why does that arouse you, I wonder?”
    “Fuck off.”
    “I will. Trust me on that. Ryen, I think the answer to your problem is to show you how sexual dominance and submission really work. We’ll start with the magnecuffs until you progress to a point where I won’t have to physically control you to make you submit.”
    “Get rid of