His Prize by Luna Kingsley

Khuvrul acts like he hates me, but I feel his eyes linger on my body.

The Zimanthi warriors think Earth women are fragile and weak. They need us (and our small, delicate hands) in their mines, but they resent us for it.
Khuvrul is the worst of them.
He can’t wait to return home when his tour in the mines is over. Outsiders aren’t welcome in his insular community, and he prefers it that way. His disdain for us humans leads to a tragic lapse in judgement.
When raiders attack the mine, he leads me across the desert in an act of self-imposed punishment. I never imagined I’d discover another side to the fierce warrior, but he’s different when we’re alone.
He thinks he’s beyond saving, but I’m no angel myself. Most women took this job for the money. I was running from my past.
Can we find redemption together?