Utter Domination [Project Nemesis Book 1]
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by Celeste Anwar
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Project Nemesis does not exist ... at least as far as the country's civilians are concerned. To Jesse Stone, a lycanthrope captured for their use, the project was very much real and ongoing. He was a slave to their experiments--tortured endlessly, starved, and all but drained of his will to live. Only one bright spot remained in his life--Erin. Until the day she came to him, a willing participant in their schemes. The betrayal was more than he could bear. It hardened him, turned his mind to white hot rage as feverish as the searing pleasure he felt in taking her. They would regret taking him. He would destroy them all. And Erin ... she he would save for last. Rating: Contains graphic, explicit sex, violence and language, profanity, attempted rape (not by hero), and harsh language.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: February 2006
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [248 KB]
Reading time: 175-245 min.
"Subject one has resisted all attempts at harvesting, Doctor Wagner," Doctor Freda Dallas said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she leaned against the door jam of Wagner's office and carefully assumed a neutral expression. She didn't feel neutral about it. She was angry and frustrated as she studied her superior.
Wagner looked up distractedly from the file on his desk, his faded blue eyes magnified by the thick glasses perched on his nose. It was a shame, Freda thought, that the man was so totally unattractive besides being an exceptional scientist. He was ordinary enough that he might have been flattered by an attempt on her part to manipulate him by seduction except that he was too intelligent not to be suspicious of her motives and too thick skinned to notice anything the least bit subtle. "Have you tried milking the prostate?"
Freda nodded. Her pose of professional indifference slipped a notch at the reminder, a frown drawing her brows together over the bridge of her nose. The tight expression made her head hurt. "Yes. It's not working. Nothing has."
Wagner steepled his hands beneath his chin musingly. "It amazes me the control he has over his body, but I suspect it's a given with what he is. He is a magnificent specimen. He's next to useless without viable sperm, however." He sat back in his chair, his features drawn into an expression of disgust and disappointment. "We'll have to have him destroyed."
She'd expected as much and the coolly issued death penalty still sent a jolt of regret through her. Wagner was right. He was a magnificent specimen, too marvelous in her considered opinion to just arbitrarily destroy him.
Besides, it went against the grain to just give up on him.
"There's another possibility, Wagner, one we considered before but didn't want to get in to until all options had been exhausted. I hadn't expected it to be necessary. I know none of us expected entrapment and extraction to be so difficult."
She had his attention. He looked at her expectantly, more than a little hopeful, and she knew she had him. He wanted the specimen as much as she did, not entirely for the same reason, but that hardly mattered.
"Natural extraction of spermatozoa through sexual intercourse." It was a reach. She didn't especially like what she was going to have to do to keep him alive, but she felt Dr. Wagner was desperate enough to consider it.
He leaned forward in his chair again trying to hide his eagerness. As she'd hoped, his eyes gleamed with scientific avarice. "Go on."
"As you say, he has amazing self control, but I believe he's near the breaking point. If we give him someone he's attracted to, it could be the impetus we've needed all this time."
"You have someone in mind, don't you?"
Freda restrained the malicious smile that threatened her composure. "Erin Maddox. I've seen the way he looks at her when she delivers his food. He's attracted to her, I know."
Wagner was silent a long moment, lacing and unlacing his fingers as he thought it over. Finally, he said, "She'll never agree. She thinks they're nothing but animals."
"I know, but her contract clearly states her obligations to the project. Which is to say she's under our complete control. She can't object, and there's always formula 9 if she does."
Wagner digested that with just a trace of uneasiness. "You realize this takes it to the next level. There'll be no turning back."
"I assumed we'd crossed into uncharted territory when we took live specimens."
He didn't consider nearly as long this time. Clearly, he was far too excited at the possibility of finally making a break through that he'd overcome his brief battle with ethics. "Agreed. If this works, I think you just may get that clearance for level five you've been so eager for."
Freda allowed herself a smile. A bump up the ladder and she hadn't even had to screw the old geezer to get it. Who'd've thought? "Thank you, sir."
Wagner smiled suddenly, rising from his seat, possibilities whirling in his eyes. "Have a syringe of F9 prepared for its first human subject. I suspect we'll need it. I'll call her in."