Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Finally, his eyes bored into hers.
“If I touch you, I won’t hold back.” His voice was low like gravel and grated like sandpaper; it caused a shiver to work down her spine.
Her eyes met his. “I don’t want you to… to hold back.”
Silence.
Then he stepped back again. “Get on the bed, Danika.”.
JUST FOR TONIGHT
Danika climbed onto the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back, as usual, her elbows on the bed and rested her head between them. She tried not to think about what was about to happen. She tried not to think about what?had
happened. She tried not to think about the royal court. She tried not to think about Sally’s condition.
Instead, Danika squeezed her eyes tight, hearing the rustle of clothing behind her.
He’d said he wouldn’t hold back. And while that warning scared the living daylights out of her, she wanted it. She needed it.
The bed dipped, and King Lucien settled in behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. But he withdrew. Instead, he pressed his hand on her womanhood, and she jerked when she felt the wetness of the warm liquid he was pressing into her. He was preparing her. He worked a finger into her tight channel, and she gritted her teeth and took the invading digit. Tears dropped from her eyes and splashed on the bed.
She had cried for long hours, and her head and her eyes hurt. Her eyes were red and swollen, and yet, the tears wouldn’t stop coming. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted the pain, and when he worked another wet finger into her, causing a burnto spread through her, she pushed back at him impatiently, whimpering softly.
He leaned down, his body blanketing her and pushing her deeper into the bed. “What do you want?” His breath was hot against her ear.
“I want you t-to take me… hard and fast. I want you to h-hurt me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Silence. His fingers worked inside her, pushing and pulling.
“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, Danika,” he groaned at last.
Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she really didn’t, but she still needed it. She pushed back against him.
“Do you know why I’m going to do what you want?”
She shook her head against the mattress.
“Because it is what I want too.” Then he took his weight off her, pulling back completely.
Before she could process his words, one hand grabbed a fistful of hair, jerking her neck back.
His erection rocked against her outer flesh, hot, hard, and heavy. No matter how ready her mind was, it scared her body to death. Fear lit up her chest, but she shut her mind to it.
Then he pulled back and thrust violently, coldly, viciously into her. Her elbows gave way, and she fell headfirst into the pillow. Her hands couldn’t support her.
Everything burned. Everything hurt.
She gripped the pillow, gasping for breath, sucking in material as the searing, frightening pain of being taken violently made her cry out. The pillow absorbed her hot tears as the king rammed into her again.
He lost himself, turning inhuman as he rode her just like she’d asked. Her scalp screamed where he held her captive by the hair.
Then he took her harder.
His stiff erection plunged deep inside her, filling her, distorting her. The wetness he’d stuffed inside her prevented searing pain, but the fierceness of every thrust made her ache instantly with bruises.
Fingers dug deep into her hips, jerking her back relentlessly to meet his every surge.
Forgotten was the internal searing pain-the burning ripping of her heart. All she felt was what he was doing to her. All she felt was being used thoroughly.
Danika bit her lip, cutting off the scream that rose to her throat as he withdrew and slammed into her again. Her back bowed as he thrust deeper and deeper.
He was groaning with pleasure, she realised. And even amid that pain, a thrill of power shot through her. She made him this way.
She
was the one giving him this pleasure.
She didn’t understand the thought or the feeling, but it was there.
His fingers gripped her hips, holding her in place as he savagely thrust. Every pound sent shockwaves of agony through her, and she whimpered and yelped. His hipbones dug into her ass, adding more bruises with each thrust. King Lucien thrust harder and harder, driving her deeper and deeper into the pillow. He filled her to the brink until Danika thought she’d split in two.
“I told you. I warned you,” he growled, driving into her like a monster.
He was big. Too big. The feel of him moving inside her was overwhelming.
She didn’t know she started screaming into the pillow until she ran out of air, and the scream short-circuited. His hips thrust harder, and she knew she had to put an end to it, or he’d?really
split her in two.
She remembered all the scrolls and parchments she’d read and knew that she had to make him release faster, because that was the only way for it to end.
And so, instead of trying to get away, she pushed back, deliberately impaling him harder.
He grunted. “Oh, yeah.”
The grunt of approval encouraged the feminine part of her that wanted to please. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, rocking back, giving him everything she had left.
He was violent and cruel-he intended every stroke to cause pain rather than pleasure. He bumped against the top of her vagina, hurting her with urgency. Curling over her, his back smothered hers as he snaked his hand around to pinch her nipple hard, and sunk his teeth into her neck.
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