Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
The medicine man was still looking for an antidote for curing the ailment.
Lucian remembered little Remeta. He remembered seeing her mangled body that day. And what about Declan?
Lucien closed his eyes tight to dismiss the memories. They wouldn’t go away. When you had lived a nightmare for the past fifteen years, they became a part of you.
Cone made Lucien the monster he was today, and the truth was… he wasn’t sure he could evernot be this monster.
Frankly, he didn’t care. Not anymore.
He threw the covers from his body and got up. His body was raging and painful. He needed relief.
And tonight, he was going to get it. But not from Vetta.
SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT
Danika was sleeping, but she knew the exact moment when she was no longer alone. She’d locked her door, and only one person had the key to unlock it.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the door. Lucien stood there, his face as cold and as unreadable as always. Danika felt something different in that moment. A chill went down her spine. The hatred he had for her was back in his eyes. Not that it ever abated, but still.
“Get up and strip,” he growled; his voice, as always, even and unaffected.
Adrenaline filled Danika’s body. She sat up and raised her nightclothes above her head with trembling hands. Her flimsy underthings followed right after her nightclothes.
Naked, she stared at him, scared. He looked more terrifying and formidable than usual.
“Lie on the bed and give me your back.”
She did as he said, her hands tightening on the cheap bedcover, and she closed her eyes. His body covered hers from behind, and she felt him pressing against her. He nudged her opening with his erection. Before it registered to her that he wasn’t preparing her body, he worked the head of his phallus into her and shoved it all the way in.
Danika let out an agonizing wail as the searing pain spread inside her. She grabbed hold of the mattress cover. It hurt badly, and the burning sensation was too much for her to handle.
He withdrew from her and plunged into her again, all the way to the hilt. She buried her face in the bed and let out a muffled scream. His powerful hands went to her waist; he lifted her, so her middle stopped touching the bed, and he began pounding her earnestly. He took long, deep thrusts that caused her to let out more muffled screams. He was bruising her badly-the pain was too much-and she started struggling against him.
Only he had more plans for her.
His large hands readily held her down, and he covered her completely with his body, caging her. He snaked his hands in front of her and grabbed hold of her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard and didn’t let go as he pounded inside her with deep, rough thrusts.
Danika started trembling with the persistent force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping skin in her ears.
He didn’t pull punches tonight, and he wasn’t trying to restrain himself, Danika realized suddenly when he fisted her hair and yanked on it hard. She yelped, tightening her hands on the bed. He pushed both of his legs in between hers and spread one of his legs forward, causing her legs to spread more for him. He pushed her shoulders down on the bed, grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust so deep into her, she forgot to muffle her screams and let out a high, piercing scream.
He was going so deep inside her; the pain was unbearable, and the force of his thrusts were rough. The plunges were ruthless, long, and hard.
While Danika screamed, she distinctly noticed that he was groaning. He was taking his pleasure from her for the first time, but brutally.
He let go of a nipple and snaked his hand down to the nub of her womanhood, and he slapped her hard down there.
She cried out tearfully, and he slapped her clit again as he kept pillaging her body. Danika’s thighs shook uncontrollably, and her screams resonated throughout the entire palace. The sound was agonizing, excruciating.
“Please! Please!” she sobbed, her whole body shaking under the ruthless possession.
He kept up the relentless thrusts, angling her again to go even deeper. The force of his thrusts rattled the bed and jarred Danika. He grabbed hold of her nipple, held it in a pinch, and pulled hard.
She writhed on the bed and screamed, unrestrained. In the dark of the night, her screams were the only sounds heard in the palace.
Danika didn’t know how long had passed. She didn’t know just how long he maintained such brutal strength. Her strength had elapsed a long time ago, and she just laid there shaking, too tired to scream; she could only whimper and sob.
Then he grunted as he finished on top of her. He pulled out from her and got up, severing all contact.
He arranged his clothing without a blank look on his face. He didn’t spare her a glance as he walked out of the room, just as he had arrived.
Danika huddled there, unable to move her body. Everywhere hurt.
Everywhere.
She closed her eyes tighter, whimpering like a wounded animal, afraid of the new world she lived in.
When Vetta heard the screams in her quarters, which were secluded from the palace, she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face.
For the first time! Now that’s more like it.
Every night in the Mombana kingdom was like a zoo-so many screams and cries and shouts and more screams.
Men cried with whatever was being done to them and women screamed from the animalistic way the guards took their body. Sons of bitches, who had no reason to be animalistic… unlike Lucien.
When she stopped hearing Danika’s voice, Vetta got up from the bed in her nightclothes and made her way out of her room. The king would need her.
She turned the corner that led to the king’s chambers in time to see him at his door.
“My king.” She whispered seductively.
He didn’t spare her a glance. “Get out, Vetta. I don’t need you.”
He entered his chambers, and she heard the lock turn. Vetta was so shocked she didn’t know what to say. She stood speechless, trying to assimilate his words.
When she did, she didn’t know what she felt more. Anger that he went all the way with that slave and even found satisfaction in her body. Or fear that somehow-somehow-she felt some things would change and they wouldn’t be in her favor.
Danika fell sick. It took three days before she started feeling better.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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