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Son of a bitch, she reallywassad. Cordelia had been hoping that a few more days together would allow Ezul to realize that maybe he had feelings for her other than just hatred.
The sex had been fantastic, and the moments they’d spent together had been charged with an addictive tension. She’d really been hoping he felt the same and wanted more of it, more ofher.
But he’d probably be pissed when he woke up and found out he was in trouble because of her, especially since he didn’t deserve this mess she’d brought to his door.
He’d probably want nothing to do with her now.
Why did I even think he’d want to mate me?
Cordelia cast a chagrined look at the guard standing vigilant at the harem door as she was escorted into the large entertaining room, Zenfur leading the way while Komel lingered just a little too closely behind her.
“An ambassador will arrive shortly to see you, as well as a physician to assess your health. In the meantime, you’ll use a cleansing station, rest, and eat.”
Zenfur escorted her toward one of the backrooms, and Cordelia did her best to avert her eyes from the other women they passed, some of them doing mundane tasks while others were in the throes of passion with various types of Aragnokans.
Based on the moaning, Cordelia assumed the Aragnokan males definitely knew what they were doing. That, or the women knew how to put on a performance. Either way, she acted like she had every day she’d spent here. She averted her gaze, mentally checking out.
She wasn’t even sure if anyone realized she’d returned, not that it mattered because she’d done everything she could to isolate herself from the others since arriving at this hellhole.
Her cheeks heated just as a spike of agony smacked into her womb. Her body needed a release, it was screaming at her for it, but she already knew from experience that attempting to bring herself to orgasm would be just as painful.
Cordelia needed Ezul.
Zenfur held open the door that led to the bathing pools and cleansing stations. Cordelia walked through, expecting the guards to provide her with some privacy. Instead, Zenfur stepped back while Komel followed her inside, a heated look on his face.
Her knuckles turned white from the grip she kept on her blanket, trepidation filling her.
“I don’t need someone in here with me while I clean up,” she all but shouted, backing slowly toward a cleansing stall as opposed to the pools. She wanted a proper bath, but not if they intended to watch her.
“Unfortunately, it’s required that you be monitored. The officials are taking this matter very seriously, and they do not want anything to jeopardize your safety,” Zenfur replied.
“There are no windows in here and only one exit,” Cordelia argued, gritting her teeth.
“Undress,” Komel instructed.
Zenfur eyed Komel warily but did nothing to stop the other man from getting into her space and grabbing her blanket. It was ripped from her body a moment later, leaving Cordelia exposed.
Love bites and bruises covered her creamy skin, and she could practically feel Komel’s gaze taking in every curve and mark as he eyed her hungrily. Cordelia had loved the marks all over her body. But now? Now she felt like a cheap whore.
The intimacy that she’d cherished with Ezul was reduced to nothing with one vulgar look that made her skin crawl.
Cordelia turned and fled into the nearest cleansing stall, slamming the door shut behind her, grateful for the privacy.
It was kind of like a closed shower with opaque walls that left her figure ambiguous from the other side. Shower heads lined the walls and ceiling, but instead of water coming out when a button was pressed, a foamy cleanser sprayed across her body and hair.
All she had to do was rub it in and after a few seconds it dried, leaving her hair and skin clean. Some small cuts from Ezul’s claws stung, but quickly enough the sensation dissipated.
Cordelia hadn’t realized how sore her entire body was until she was rubbing the foam into her skin, wincing every once in a while when she touched an aching muscle.
Cleaning between her thighs was particularly painful, but only because she was scrubbing away the evidence of her and Ezul’s time together. Cordelia hated that the only thing she had left of him were the marks on her skin, which would be gone in a matter of days.
What was going to happen when he woke up?
He would probably be able to clear up the matter of her escape easily, but he’d also mentioned she could get in trouble for leaving. Would he place the blame solely on her? He should– she was the one who’d run away.
What kind of punishment awaited her?
Cordelia swallowed thickly, the last of the foam dissolving into her skin. She didn’t care about being punished or getting in trouble. What she was really concerned with was whether she would ever see Ezul again.
