Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The silence stretched, and Philip was smiling triumphantly, seeing victory within grasp.
Then Lucien closed in on Philip. Danika’s hand on him only tightened, and she kept walking behind him, his big, muscled body shielding her from the world.
Lucien stared at Philip and the expectant faces of the others. He didn’t shout when he said in an icy voice, “She is my slave. The king’s slave. I own her. I give her out when I want to, and not before. To whom I want to, and not to who demands it. She’s my property. My possession. I claimed her. She is mine.”
Gasps filled the air.
With that, he turned towards the door and walked through it in that measured charismatic stride filled with authority and power.
Danika pressed against his back, clutching him tightly, shielding her nudity with his colossal body and matching his steps.
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Danika kept clutching and following him as they walked out of the royal court until he got to his chambers and walked into it.
Alone with her, he locked the door. He turned and faced her, more formidable than ever.
“Thank you so much f-” she began.
“To the table. Do not lie on it. Just give me your back,” he commanded in a curt voice, his expression darker than ever.
Danika did what he said, her body shaking with the adrenaline of what almost happened in the court-what he saved her from. She was all too grateful to do what he asked. She held the table with trembling hands and closed her eyes.
He came up behind her and worked his finger into her experimentally. He frowned harder because she was not wet-not even from all the erotic plays in the royal court.
Danika didn’t know where he produced the liquid she felt him stick into her and coat himself with. He never removed his clothes, and she was facing away from him so that she couldn’t see his erection or any part of him.
He started pushing into her, stretching her. She gritted her teeth and tightened her hands on the table. Then, he pulled backand shoved all the way into her, going deep and bottoming out completely.
Danika cried out in pain, and she clawed at the table. He covered her with his body and started plunging into her. The table rattled, and her body shook with the force of his thrusts. One hand pressed down on her hips, the other one curled into her hair, and she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the pain that would come when he yanked at her hair.
But he didn’t. His body pilfered hers as he held her tight. He released her hair and snaked his hand to her breast. He squeezed hard, tweaking her nipple, and holding it in a grip that was almost painful… almost.
He angled his thrusts, taking deeper strokes inside her. He didn’t make a sound; her cries and the sound of skin slapping skin were the only sounds in the room.
He was restraining himself again. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it.
Danika didn’t know how the pain started abating as he continued. It still hurt, of course, but not as much as the night before.
Instead, she started feeling… she didn’t know what she felt.
It confused and scared her.
But before she could figure out what was wrong with her, he pulled out completely and turned away from her. He picked up the fabric from his wardrobe and threw it towards her.
“Get out!” he barked.
It was just like the previous night. He didn’t finish, Danika realised as she wrapped the fabric around herself.
Still, she didn’t forget to thank him. “Thank you so much…for what you did in court.”
“I didn’t do you any favors,” he snarled and turned away. “Don’t thank me, just get out.”
Just then, his door opened, and a woman entered like she owned the place. The woman was beautiful, and she was dressed extravagantly.
Danika didn’t know her, but the loathing that came from the woman’s face as she stared at her was enough to make her cringe.
This woman-whoever she was-hated her.
Then the woman glanced at King Lucien and faked a smile. “I knew you’d be needing me. That’s why I’m here.”
The woman walked past Danika and went to the table that Danika had just come from. She pulled her skirts up, and the king unbuckled himself, pulled his phallus out, and entered the woman.
“You’re welcomed to watch,” the woman drawled, giving Danika a smile filled with loathing.
Danika shook her head. Done dressing, with her head up, she walked out of the chambers. Once outside of the room, she leaned against the wall, her breath erratic. Her emotions were so jumbled, they confused her.
He helped her, and yet he didn’t want her thanks. He’d have sex with her, but he wouldn’t finish.
The king preferred to finish with his mistress, but not with Danika? Then why did he take her body at all? Was it just to hurt her or was there another reason?
Not giving herself time to dwell on it, Danika went to her room, wincing with each step.
Suddenly, she was so tired. Tired both physically and emotionally. She had gone through so much in one day.
She laid down on the bed and fell asleep.
Vetta was breathing hard, sweat pouring from her body. She tingled in places, and she hurt in places, too. Sweet, sweet pain.
She laid languidly on the table and watched Lucien arrange himself.
You’d think they hadn’t just had mind-blowing sex. He didn’t look like a man who just used her body in every dirty way possible.
Vetta may have felt tired from the marathon, but she was furious. She’d heard of the incident in the royal court.
“Why didn’t you let her get introduced?” She asked what had been vexing her mind, making her restless.
“She wasn’t ready,” he stated, going to his work chair to take a seat on it.
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