Page 55 of Destinies of Diamond
“That’s it, little Terran. I knew you’d see the light. There’s no need to fight it. I’m your king.”
It took everything in my power to not start screaming when he groped my pussy. “You’re just loving this, aren’t you?” he asked.
No, I wasn’t. In fact, I hated every second of it. But weirdly, that gave me clarity and chased away my fear. It seemed that no matter how much I needed sex, my body still had standards. My plan could work.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Oh, yes, please.”
This was my only chance. Since the idiot had sent his guards away, he was underestimating me. My powers were unstable, so he deemed them unusable. But they weren’t. They couldn’t be.
He was right. I was more than a chimera tamer. I was Selene Renard, and I had something to protect. He didn’t want my body, not really. He had countless women at his disposal, and fucking them wouldn’t be as problematic as fucking me. If I was here, it was because of my baby. I would never let him have my child, no matter what I needed to do.
“Gaia…” I whispered. “Oh, I need it. Please put it in.”
The suggestive words sounded off in my own mouth. I’d talked dirty plenty, but only to my lovers. It was so strange to say things like this to anyone else. I thought that he’d surely see right through me and realize I was acting.
He didn’t. His eyes flared with heat and he licked his lips. He reached down to free his erection from his pants. “Yeah? You want my cock, don’t you, you little slut?”
I let out a low whimper, although it was partially fake. “Please. I-I need to be touched. My clothes…”
Even now, the king didn’t notice what I was going for. He reached for my uniform and tugged, ripping the material apart. My lovers had done that a few times in the past and while the king wasn’t as strong as they were, he managed anyway.
The result wasn’t as pleasurable for him as it had been for them.
My Chimera tamer uniform monitored the tachyon emissions of my body and controlled the output of radiation I naturally caused just by walking around. With my powers out of whack, it had kept me from completely losing control. It had also hindered me and made it even harder for me to fight back. With the uniform destroyed, I no longer had that problem.
The moment King Philip touched my naked skin, he lost the battle he hadn’t realized he’d been fighting. Fire erupted out of me, and he reared back, cursing. It was too late. The blaze was already consuming his hands, and his attempts to stop it just fed it further. As he screamed, the cuffs around my hands and feet tightened, trying to suppress the tachyon emissions. I’d been afraid that would happen.
It was part of the reason why I hadn’t tried to break free earlier and I’d chosen this approach. But with the uniform out of the way, the cuffs weren’t enough to fight off my out of control power. I lashed out blindly, not caring what happened to Philip as long as I got away.
He had enough sense to realize he was outmatched in terms of raw power and tried to put up a hasty shield. But it was a little difficult to concentrate when his skin was still burning off. The fire didn’t need my direct input anymore. It was just doing whatever it wanted, as if it was alive.
I took shameless advantage of this and freed myself from my bindings. The cuffs cracked and I got up on shaky legs. The top of my uniform was in pieces, exposing my breasts, but at that moment, I couldn’t have cared less. I needed to get out of here.
I knew better than to think I could do it on my own. The ship was crawling with armed guards and any moment now, they were bound to show up. This room was doubtlessly under surveillance. There was only one solution to my problem.
I rushed to the king’s side, hoping and praying I wouldn’t hurt myself in the fire I’d started. By now, he was incoherent with pain and he didn’t try to fight me off. When I reached into his coat and took his tablet, he seemed unaware of what I’d done.
The device had survived my attack unscathed. It was also impossible for me to access. Or it would have been, had I not found out that a lot of the devices Chimera nobility used had a genetic lock. Brendan owned something identical, and Penelope Welton had offered him a similar item when he and the others had come to save me in the Apsid Quasar.
My attack had left the king badly injured. It was a piece of cake to smudge the screen with his blood. I honestly should have known better than to think it would be that simple.
The tablet did boot and the display lit up. But there was another security filter blocking the screen, one I had no idea how to bypass. I might have figured it out had I had more time at my disposal, but I wasn’t that lucky. The door burst open and ten members of the Crius Guard Corps burst into the room, already pointing their phasers at me.
“Step away from the king, you treacherous Terran!” one of them bellowed at me.
I had no intention of doing that. My only remaining advantage was the fact that I was still near the wounded Philip. I couldn’t underestimate him just because he was injured and out cold, but it was either that or trying to go through the angry guards on my own.
I hoisted the unconscious royal in my arms and shielded myself with his body. I didn’t have any weapons, which was not ideal, but I didn’t need them. My time at Chimera Academy had been well spent and it wasn’t that difficult to break someone’s neck.
With a dose of distant hysteria, I realized that six months ago, I’d have been horrified at the thoughts now going through my head. Right then and there, I couldn’t have cared less about how many people I’d have to maim or kill. I was fighting for my freedom and if that meant taking lives, I wouldn’t hesitate.
“Try to hurt me, and he’s dead,” I said. “I mean it.”
The guards faltered, not trusting their aim enough to risk the king’s life. “You don’t want to do this, Acting Pilot Renard,” another man offered. “You have a promising career ahead of you. Don’t abandon your life and your dreams for nothing.”
I shot him a look of disbelief. “Are you serious? I’ve already attacked him and burned his hands to a crisp. My career and my dreams are gone, and not because I did anything. It’s because of him, because of his whims.”
As I spoke, I tightened my hold on the king. He let out a light, choked noise which alarmed me, since it meant he wasn’t unconscious as I’d originally thought. Careful, Selene. Be careful. Don’t drop your guard. One blast from a phaser, and your child could die.
