Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
She turned to leave.
He whirled around and faced her.
She stopped suddenly, seeing the intense look in his eyes-lethal, cold, hard and sorrowful all at once. Like a wounded feral wolf.
She took a step back. It was terrifying. She took another step back.
His eyes narrowed at her retreating movements. Her breathing picked up.
Then he lunged for her.
Donna wore her sexiest night cloth, the red chemise she knew King Valendy loved so much. Lying on the bed like a seductress, she waited for him to join her.
Her eyes trailed him as the maids changed him to his nightclothes before he ordered them out. They bowed and disappeared from the bedroom.
Should she tell the king first about Kamara’s animalistic treatment to her? Or about making her a head concubine?
The bed dipped, taking her attention. The king laid beside her. He needn’t say a word; instead, his eyes made the commands for him.
She rose above him and undressed. As she pleasured him in her exquisite expertise, he seemed to enjoy himself as always, but tonight, the king seemed oddly detached.
Long minutes later, they were breathing hard, her chest heaving from the aftermaths of her satisfaction as she lowered herself beside him again.
“I have pleased you, my lord?” She twined her fingers in his fair hair, her own body languid from the pleasure he had given her.
“Of course, Donna,” he said, annoyed that she disturbed the silence he waited.
There was a flash of anger in her doe-brown eyes. She knew full well she had pleased him but a short time before, and it galled her now to see him again remote and withdrawn. But from her long experience with him, she knew that reproaches would gain her nothing. She let her face soften into an inviting expression and lowered herself onto his chest, pressing her breasts against him. She slid her arms around his neck and gently tugged until he turned his face to hers.
“I know Kamara disappointed you so greatly that you regret having a daughter like her.”
He remained silent, gazing right past her.
“What she did hurt me too, for it’s something I never expected from her. You know I will always look out for you. I will keep looking out for you in the future, my lord,” she drawled pliantly.
“This is so unlike my daughter. The Kamara I know so well has always used her head. I do not understand how she can fall for this peasant.”
Oh, she knew the best way to get back to Kamara for insulting her and beating her up. “What if he’s using a charm on her? Or maybe it’s an act of rebel from herself? I think you should kill the peasant, my king.”
“Kill him?” He considered that thoughtfully. “It is not a decision I make lightly. I can torture him but killing him…That is extreme.” He shook his head once. “I do not want to lose my daughter to this madness, Donna.”
“What about marrying her off? Shouldn’t the king already come calling by now?”
“That is what I do not understand.” His brows furrowed. “I have always known Conald’s son to be a man of his word.”
“Do you think he has rejected the marriage?”
He reared back at the abominable idea. “After my daughter spent months of courting week with him? Spending time with him unchaperoned and sharing his bed? Her innocence ruined, her virtue in shreds? Her reputation will be in ruins and it will cause a great scandal. That will mean war.” Anger blanketed his face and he shook his head adamantly. “King Lucien might have only been king for five years but he is known across the lands to be a wise king. He will not want to go to war with me. He better not!”
He was getting too worked up, and that wasn’t the way Donna wanted him to be when she requests to be made head concubine. So she began rubbing his chest and stomach in what she hoped was a soothing gesture, even as she gritted her teeth impatiently. Several minutes passed before she cleared her throat. “My Lord?”
“What is it?”
“I have proven myself to you over and over again. What do you th-think about making me the head concubine? You will not regret it-“
“I need rest and I will have a busy day tomorrow because I plan to pay that peasant boy a visit-amidst other things. As you can see, I amnot in the mood for this. So stop daydreaming, and get out, Donna.” His voice was curt.
“But my king!” she protested loudly.
He glared at her. “To. Your. Room.”
Donna hissed inaudibly, got up from the bed, and stormed out of the room.
Danika let out a startled cry when she suddenly found herself pressed against the wardrobe and caged by the king.
One moment, she was on her way to the door, and the next, she was caged to the wall. He crowded her personal space, standing so close that all she saw and smelled was him.
Then he was kissing her.
His lips landed on hers, and his hand slid from her chin to graze her hair. His fingers clenched, fisting her hair as electricity arced between them.
“Danika!” Her lips were forced apart with the motion, and his tongue shot inside. She was mildly scared at his intensity, but at the same time, she felt a great wave of relief as if she’d finally come home.
His torso pressing against hers, his arm came off the wardrobe from behind her and wrapped around her waist in a merciless hold. His tongue swirled around hers, and with lights dancing in her head, she vaguely realized that this kiss wasn’t anything like the kisses he’d given her in the last few months.
It was…more. This kiss held possession, a dominant force, unquestionable ownership-pure sexual intent.
She had no idea what had him twisted in such a tight, inflexible knot, but she projected all her concern and feelings through the primal kiss he began. Heady delight pulsing through her veins, she lifted her chin a notch and kissed him back with everything she had.
At the sound of his low growl, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, dying to feel every inch of him against her. His lips devoured hers, his hand in her hair tightened, craning her neck backwards to give him better accessto her mouth. He took and took and took. And yet, he demanded more.
She gave and gave and gave until they shared one breath, and she feared that she was tasting his soul through their kiss. And yet, he still demanded more.
“Lu–Lucien!” She tore her lips away, panting heavily as she dragged in breaths to her deprived lungs.
He let her take a few breaths before he lunged for her again and captured her lips back with his. The kiss was dominant. Feverish. Unending.
Her tongue whirled and danced with his. Hunger, immediate and sharp, slid down her spine and coalesced into a fever pitch of burning need between her thighs. Her breasts ached where they pressed against him, her nipples becoming sharp little points of arousal.
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