Retribution (Kall Alien Warriors #3) - Sue Lyndon Page 0,52
brooding mood over dinner had been resolved.
“It is nothing for you to concern yourself with,” he said cryptically, though the sudden hardness in his gaze told her she wouldn’t be getting any information out of him. For now.
He guided her into the bathroom, and they got ready for bed at the same time like an old married couple. She stood at one sink washing her face, while he stood at the other sink brushing his teeth. Once she brushed her teeth and untangled her dark locks (with a comb borrowed from Zamek), he was already finished with his nighttime routine.
“Did my servant deliver any boxes today?” he asked.
“I saw him carry a few boxes into the closet.” She’d snooped, of course, but she hadn’t wanted to presume the contents of the boxes were for her and just dig into them without Zamek’s permission.
He grasped her hand and led her into the spacious walk-in closet, where he stripped off his uniform and donned a pair of snug black shorts. She hovered awkwardly nearby, trying not to ogle him as he undressed but failing miserably. His huge muscles rippled with his every little movement, and she couldn’t help but notice his cock was growing hard. Her pulse raced. Would he claim her before bed?
“More clothing for you, human,” he said, opening one box. He drew out the gorgeous purple dress she’d admired earlier.
“Thank you, General. It’s beautiful.”
He set the dress aside and dug into the boxes, apparently looking for something specific. One of the exceedingly sheer nightdresses, she realized, as he produced a translucent, light pink garment. He held it up in front of her, then placed it in her hands.
“Put it on,” he said, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against a dresser, apparently settling in to enjoy the show.
Face flushing, she stripped off her blue dress and leggings, tossing them into the clothing refresher. It still boggled her mind that he had two clothing refreshers in his quarters—one in the bathroom and one in this closet. Such appliances were not cheap. Back on Earth, she’d always used old-fashioned washers and dryers. Those located in the basement of her apartment building had creaked and groaned and shuddered violently with each load.
The cool air in the closet caused goosebumps to rush over her arms, and she quickly donned the sheer nightdress, hoping to get under the warmth of the covers soon. Zamek regarded her with a heated gaze and drew her close, wrapping his arms around her.
“I like this one,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “I think I’ll have one in every color made for you.”
Slaves aren’t supposed to have nice things.
She almost said it, but fatigue held her back. She was too tired to argue with him anymore tonight.
“Come,” he said, leading her out of the closet. “It’s time for bed.”
Layla grimaced at the soreness between her thighs as she turned over in bed. General Zamek had used her roughly last night, forcing her to bend over the bed while he pounded into her. Her face heated as she recalled what had come after that—he’d ordered her to remain in place as he went to the bathroom, and he’d returned a moment later with a warm wet cloth, which he used to clean her up before tucking her into bed next to him.
Her eyes still closed, she stretched and felt around in the bed, searching for Zamek, only to find his side empty and the sheets cool. He must’ve gotten up a while ago. Finally, she opened her eyes and sat up against the pillows. She gasped at the sight in the viewscreen.
A lush valley with rolling green hills stretched to a snow-capped mountain range. White billowing clouds floated in the brilliant blue sky, and just beyond the tallest mountain peak, the ghosts of twin moons hovered, looming large and watching over the land. A small city lay in the midst of it all, the houses colorful with unique architecture. Homes and farms and vineyards dotted the mountainside, though most of the mountain homes were constructed of stone.
Recognition waved through Layla.
This was planet Kall. To be more specific, it was Sumlin District. She recognized several of the buildings in the town, as well as the layout of the streets, which spread out in a winding pattern from the town square.
She crawled out of bed, ignoring the soreness between her thighs, and walked up to the viewscreen.