other on her breast. Even Lyne, standing from the doorway, could hear how loudly she was breathing. The man under her wasn’t in any better condition.
Lyne stared for all of three seconds. Shock hit him. Next the pain. Then the unadulterated fury of knowing that his general, one of the most trustful men in the world, was fucking his wife. His face devoid of all emotion, he strode into the room.
It took only a few seconds for the couple to register him completely. Amena screamed, the passion in her eyes quickly turning to fear.
Her terrified eyes stared up at him as his hand reached forth. She shrank back instinctively, whimpering, and scrambled off the general’s lap. Lyne grit his teeth against the pain he felt when he noticed the bite marks around her neck and breasts. He made to follow her. Amena glanced desperately at her lover for help. The general, however, just sat there, watching them with dispassionate eyes. He didn’t even blink when Lyne charged at her, didn’t even care that the woman he was fucking just a few seconds ago was probably in mortal danger. Amena scrambled back, her naked back hitting the wall, her eyes flickering to the general’s impassive face, begging for help she wouldn’t receive. She screamed in pain when Lyne’s hand latched onto her hair.
“Lyne, please…” she begged, her voice high with panic. Her hands wrapped around his wrists, trying to stop the yanking.
He only snarled, tightening his grip. “I come home,” he started, looking at her naked body in disgust, “and I find my wife fucking someone, other than me?”
His roar had her flinching. Amena dug her nails into his arm, trying to get him to let go. Lyne turned away from her in disgust and looked at the general. He was laying on the bed, watching indifferently. His hand was holding his head up, and he was laying on his side, still erect and damp with his wife’s sweat and juices.
Lyne stared at him, ignorant of his wife’s fearful cries and pleading. “You don’t care—at all?” he asked, the anger in his voice earning a raised brow.
“If you hadn’t intruded into my home, this wouldn’t be happening,” the general said carelessly, waving his hand. “Continue, if you may.”
His face contorted with rage. Hands numb, a red haze coming over his vision, he dropped Amena and lunged for the general. The urge to kill him was so overwhelming --the general, one of the strongest and most dangerous men Lyne had ever met, had grown to respect despite his hard demeanor-- his chest felt like it was boiling.
The strong fist that connected with his face made him shout, head falling back. Blood fell from his nose, the rush of pain that hit behind his eyes almost making him gasp. Instead of surrendering as he should have, he drew himself up to his full height and met the General’s gaze, the lure of retribution almost making him attack again.
“Leave!” the general roared, surging to his feet. Disgusted eyes met Amena’s and then Lyne’s. The fury in them was evident. “Leave here! If you so much as think that you can lay a hand on me without being punished—think again. Get out of here!” he shouted, the power radiating from the man startling and only fueling Lyne’s anger.
Amena’s eyes widened with terror. She dragged herself to the General’s side, wrapping her arms tightly around his leg. “Please, lover! Don’t let him—“
The General’s eyes connected with her pale ones, the repulsion radiating from him in waves as he jerked from her grasp. “Take your whore, you foolish bastard! Take her and leave my land! You made a grave mistake for ever coming into my house and daring to lay a hand on me.”
Lyne stared at him, wishing with everything inside of him that he could kill him. His own weakness sickened him. He vowed to get stronger, to annihilate the general who had wronged him so. Right then, he knew that he would do whatever he could to get his revenge.
Snarling, he grabbed Amena by her hair and dragged her roughly away from the general. Her pain-filled screams rang through the room, and when he would have felt his heart soften towards her, he remembered how she had been screaming for the general—with pleasure. His heart hardened, hate flowing through his veins. A growl of disgust mixed with her cries for mercy as he dragged her from the room.
He shoved her out of the door, watching