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The second book in the Dark Love Series.
PROLOGUE
“I find myself racing to her yet again. My dark-skinned nympho, Caramel. She’s a whore in the Venus sector, a fitting place for someone like her. The only hub in this godforsaken galaxy that I’d trade my hard-earned credits for thirty minutes of no holds barred, purely animalistic sex. She’s waiting for me — I know she is — waiting just off the Nebula strip at the Honeypot; probably preparing for my arrival.
“I'll be there soon, sweet Caramel.
”I’ve just finished clipping the only good man in a really bad place — heartless, I know, but someone paid good money for it. Now, just like all the other times, I’m making my way back to the Honeypot, to Caramel. She knows what I need. It’s been this way since that first job in Aparsha, and I don’t think it’s ever going to change. I’m pretty much her regular. The credits I’ve wasted there would probably entitle me to ownership of the place. I would have taken that damned sign off the entrance door, ‘NO STRINGS ATTACHED’. It’s a damned lie, and everyone who frequents there knows it. There are always strings, no one mentions it on your first purchase, but there are. It’s only after the cravings and intense loneliness set in, that you realise you’re addicted. These women somehow manage to invade your dreams, so you keep re-living the eroticism, the scents, the sounds, the pleasure, and before you know it you’re standing on their doorstep again, willing to part with credits you desperately sought to attain.
“I’m not far now. Hold on.”
No right-thinking person would suspect my craving for dark-skinned girls. Interracial relationships are forbidden where I come from, but the day I met Caramel, my curiosity got the better of me, and now all I want is her. All I need is her. From this distance, I could practically taste her tanginess, and smell the sweat overrun faintness of her perfume. Just a few more minutes now and I’ll be inside her.
Brake.
Park.
Anchor.
“Open up, Caramel. I'm finally home.”
