Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Signaling to Tuk, he pointed to the newest addition to his harem. His servant nodded in understanding and grabbed his concubine by the arm. The exotic beauty lost her balance and stumbled forward. When she fell flat on her face, Blaze made a move to get up and help her but remembered his place. How would it look for him, the King, to go out to a mere harem girl? She was the one who was supposed to come to him.
She wobbled to her feet, adjusting her silver bra top that barely covered her nipples. He could see a delectable sliver of areola peeking out on one side. Blaze longed to run his tongue around it and suck on it until she begged for mercy. Her dark eyes locked with his momentarily before her gaze slid away.
As though she’d become conscious of the music, she began to dance. He wanted her closer, but she remained where she was.
“It seems this one likes to tease,” Radien laughed.
Blaze had never wanted to punch someone in the mouth so much as he did now. With each twist of the wrist and shimmy of her torso, he wanted her. Custom be damned. He wanted her now and refused to wait a minute longer. Standing up, he clapped his hands together, signaling the musicians to stop playing.
Darus scurried over to him. “Is everything all right, Sire?”
“I wish to retire for the night. I want the new concubine ready within a half hour. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Yes, your Highness.” The slender servant bowed his head and scurried off.
“I haven’t seen you this eager since Malenda,” Radien observed.
Blaze shrugged. He didn’t feel the need to explain his feelings to his friend. There was something about the new woman… Why did she seem reluctant to dance for him? There had never been a woman who wasn’t eager to serve him. It was a high honor to be a member of his harem.
No matter. He would have her.
“If you pull a stunt like that again, human, I will make you regret it,” the woman called Tuk hissed as she arranged Callie’s hair.
She knew she’d made a critical error when she didn’t step up to the King when she was supposed to, but something in the way he looked at her made her legs too heavy to move. She wasn’t sure if she liked the unbridled lust glistening within the depths of his dark green eyes. Callie realized that playing dumb would probably be the best way to handle this situation. “How was I supposed to know what was expected of me? You told me to dance and I did.”
“Don’t be a fool. I told you to take your cue from the other women. You’re fortunate the King chose you for the night despite your defiance. Now you’ll remember what I told you. You will let him do whatever he wants with you, however he wants—or else.”
Callie was under no illusions about what that ‘or else’ meant. Had Rzxie really done her a favor allowing her to bring London along to this Godforsaken planet? She rarely saw her baby, and when she did, it was only for a few brief moments. They kept her child in the servants’ quarters. She had to admit, though, that London seemed well taken care of. People seemed to dote on the small child, but Callie could tell how unhappy her daughter was without Paris.
Paris.
Would she ever see her other precious angel again?
She flinched when Tuk unclipped the sorry excuse for a bra Callie wore and untied the scarves. Her arms immediately covered her breasts. The cool gust of recycled air made her nipples pucker. Having been a dancer, she was used to wearing revealing costumes, but the ‘uniform’ they’d given her was absolutely obscene. She couldn’t move without worrying whether a boob would pop out. Now she was to go to the King who’d watched her like she was some juicy morsel he wanted to devour. There was something very unsettling about him, and she didn’t like it one bit.
Tuk grabbed her arms and forced them to the sides. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be, human. Stick out your chest.”
“I have a name, you know. I wish you’d stop calling me ‘human’.” Callie balled her fists and bit into her lower lip to prevent herself from punching Tuk in the face as the servant rubbed some kind of clear gel over her breasts. The cold gel made the sensitive tips tingle.
“You are the property of King Blaze, and it’s his right to name you as he sees fit. If he wants to call you dirt, then dirt you shall be.”
“My name is Callie,” she argued through gritted teeth.
Tuk glared green daggers at her. “If you have a care for the little one, you’ll keep your thoughts to yourself, human. Now spread your legs.”