Page 35 of Retribution
“I won’t let you go, human. Ever.” He growled and maintained his punishing pace of fucking her, his balls slamming into her clit with each fast plunge. “You’re my responsibility and one I take seriously. I intend to protect you from the injustices in my world, as much as I can, but you need to understand that I am not all-powerful. I cannot change Kall laws at my whim. I cannot free you. I cannot undo Judge Commak’s order.”
He paused for a moment and when he next spoke, his voice was deeper than usual.
“Even if I could let you go, Layla, I don’t believe I would. I like owning you, and I think, deep down, you like being owned—you’re just afraid to admit it. You’re afraid of getting hurt.”
She remained in place, bent over the bed, while General Zamek continued to fuck her hard, as his words penetrated her conscious. She wanted to deny all he’d just said, but the words stuck in her throat.
She was petrified of enduring another heartbreak, but she couldn’t see how her situation with the general would lead to anything but. No matter how well he treated her, she would always long for freedom, she would always crave what he couldn’t give her.
When she felt the wave of an orgasm approaching, she tensed and tried to hold it at bay, not wishing to give the general the satisfaction of knowing he’d brought her to the heights of ecstasy. But the steady impact of his balls striking her clit soon hurled her over the edge, and she gasped and writhed in place as the powerful climax swept over her, leaving her struggling for air.Damn him. Damn him damn him damn him.
He gave a dark chuckle that revealed he’d sensed her internal struggle.
“Don’t worry, little human, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know I am difficult for you to resist.”
Her face heated and if she had the strength, she would’ve growled at him and tried to push him on the floor.
Moments later, his cock jerked inside her, beginning its usual vibration as he started to fill her with his seed. He groaned and his movements slowed, just a little, and she felt the heat of his essence inside her and even slipping down her thighs.
He withdrew from her center and gave her bottom a light tap.
“You look beautiful like this, human, bent over the bed with your hair in complete disarray after a long hard fucking, your pussy swollen and wet, and my seed trickling out of your privates and down your thighs. Sofluxxingbeautiful.”
Chapter 17
Zamek helpedLayla clean up in the shower, then he dressed her in one of his robes and tucked her into bed. A servant would arrive with their evening meal soon, and he anticipated sharing their first meal together. It pained him to know that she’d always eaten alone in her cell until now. His fault. He’d put her there.
She’d been quiet since the end of their mating session, and he sensed she was deep in thought. How long would it take her to accept her new circumstances? A dark thought struck him. What if she never accepted her place as his mistress?
She’ll accept it. She has to. She has no choice.
Perhaps once he got her situated in his home, she would eventually change her mind. Once she realized how good her life could be with him, she might very well come around to his way of thinking.
His door chimed and Drias soon entered, carrying their evening meal. The servant set about placing the covered plates on a small table near the viewscreen, arranging the cutlery, and pouring drinks. He gave Zamek a deep bow before departing the room.
“Come, human, let us eat.”
She gave him a wary look, as if afraid she was on the menu. With a deep sigh, he approached her, flipped the covers back, and gently lifted her out of bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss atop her head.
“What is wrong, Layla?” he asked.
“I-I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug. “This is just so strange. A few weeks ago, I was certain you meant to kill me, and now we’re playing house together. I don’t know what to think or how to feel, and it’s all very confusing and it’s happening fast and…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed. After a short while, she gave a shake of her head and her lips curled in a slight smile. “Sorry. I might be having a little mental breakdown at the moment. Carry on. Don’t mind me.”
He tugged on her hand, guiding her to the dining area. “Perhaps a filling meal and some strong Kall wine will help you feel better.”
“There’s wine?” Her face lit up visibly.
He helped her into her seat and then took his place across from her. He nodded at the wine goblet near her plate. “Of course, there is wine,” he finally said. “Try it and let me know what you think.”
She gave him a curious look before taking a long sip. Her eyes flashed with pleasure as she set the goblet down. “Wow, that’s very good. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted Kall wine quite so delicious.”
Zamek beamed with pride. “I’m glad you like it, human. It’s from my vineyard.”
She shot him a look of wonder. “You have your own vineyard?”
“It was my grandfather’s winery, but it has been passed down to me. My cousin, Xazzok, runs the day-to-day business aspects of it. You will meet him and his wife, a Flourishian named Fallonn, when we reach Sumlin District. They live in my house and act as caretakers when I’m away on warrior duty.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you owned your own winery, General? I might not have argued too much about becoming your mistress,” she said with a playful look.
