Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Mina's all that matters.
I straighten up, some of my listlessness leaving me when I see her slim form seated in the stands at the edge of the pit. She has two guards at her side, as always, but she looks the same as she ever does—hair pulled back from her face, dark brows and arresting features in a too-thin face.
She's beyond beautiful, and gladness curls through me at the sight of her. I want to smile when she beams back at me, but the clones are watching, and I don't want to show them weakness. My opponent enters the arena, giving an uneasy look at his trainer. It's one of the thick, unpleasant moden in the stable, and it's obvious he doesn't want to fight me.
That'll just make this easier, then. With a ferocious snarl, I lunge for him.
Training goes…well enough.
I lose myself in the fights, letting adrenaline rush through my system and carry me. I'm fatigued and hungry, but when a new opponent enters the arena, I find a surge of energy I didn't know I had, and I attack. I must run through half of the bout-ready stable before my trainer decides to move to endurance training, and I spend the rest of the day pushing boulders across the compound or jogging laps around the wall. As I do, I notice that the hangar—where Lord Sir keeps his spaceships—is heavily guarded.
They escaped, then. I like that.
After the trainers are done with me, I'm sent to the showers alone, but when I return to my cell a short time later, Mina is there waiting. She's perched on the edge of the bed in her normal slave garb, and a tray laden with food stands upright next to her. She gives me a bright smile as the guards escort me to the antechamber, and that too-bright smile remains until they all leave.
The moment they're gone, Mina's smile turns to gritted teeth. She reaches over and pinches my arm, twisting a hank of hair. "What the fuck, Crulden?" she hisses, showing me a flash of anger. Then she brightens, clearly acting out for whoever might be watching us from afar. "I heard you skipped breakfast so I got you extra today. Don't you know you're not supposed to skip a meal if you're trying to put on muscle?"
"I don't need more muscle," I grump, but I am hungry.
She picks up an overflowing bowl and promptly shovels half of her portion into mine. "I ate earlier. They kept me at the scientist's offices," she says, her voice normal. "Eat mine. You need your strength."
"But…you like your food." I hesitate. I know Mina loves having the good food the glads get. I don't want to take it from her.
"Yes, but you need your strength." There's an odd note to her voice that tells me there's more she wants to say and feels like she can't. "Eat up."
I do, taking big mouthfuls. There's a chunk of a particular vegetable that Mina likes, and I fish it out with my eating sticks and offer it to her. She automatically leans over and puts her mouth on my sticks, eating, and I freeze, stunned. Her mouth was just on my sticks. She goes back to her bowl, and I quickly shove my sticks into my mouth, hoping to taste her. It just tastes like dinner, though. Disappointing.
Once the food is gone, Mina reaches over and touches my drying mane. Her hand skims down my chest, making my body respond. "Shall I brush your hair for you before bed?"
I nod.
That must be the wrong answer, because Mina frowns ever so slightly in my direction, and then bites her lip, fluttering her lashes. Is she…is something wrong with her face? I squint, confused, as she drags a finger down the front of her slave shift, between her breasts.
"Are you well?" I ask, concerned. "Should I get the scientist?"
Her eyes flash, and then she takes my hand in hers and presses it to her breasts, rubbing them against my knuckles. That has my attention. My cock immediately hardens, my sac tightening. "I just don't want you displeased with me. I didn't like being sent away. Can I pleasure you?"
I swallow, suddenly nervous. This…feels like a trick. Mina seems angry, but at times, her actions are seductive. I don't understand. Why doesn't she yell at me like she normally does? I never mind that, or her bossiness.
But I am also not going to turn down an offer for her to pleasure me. "Of course."
"Let's get under the blankets," Mina says quickly. "I'm shy."
We move to the bed and I climb in, moving onto my back. Mina immediately dives under the blanket, settling between my thighs. My cock is harder than the wooden staff I had yesterday, pointing straight up at the ceiling despite the coverings.