The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 44

She stilled instantly, her breathing erratic, her heart in her throat. She couldn’t see a thing.

When he flipped her over with her back on the bed, she cried out frightened. But, he merely laid atop her and pushed inside her hurting warm body again.

Danika was overwhelmed, she doesn’t know this position. He came down on top of her, she felt his clothed body blanketing her.

No, his body wasn’t clothed anymore, Danika noted instantly as her finger met his naked skin. He has removed his clothing and her searching finger met the hard rough surface of his stomach.

Scars. With that three seconds flex of her finger, she felt them. So many scars.

Then, his hands took hers and raised it high above her head. He resumes thrusting into her body, his body large and heavy on top of hers.

She whimpered with each thrust. She was surrounded by him. Tears filled her eyes, it is too much for her.

Her weak body trembled. All she could feel is him: the things he was doing to her. The back-and-forth movement of his thick phallus inside her body, the heat emanating from his skin.

Using his thighs, he nudged her leg more open, forcing one trembling leg up to his shoulder. He held both her hands in one hand and used the other to hold her leg in that position, he resumed slamming into her.

In that position, he goes deep, even deeper than usual, and she couldn’t help the pained screams that escape her throat as the head of his e******n bumps against her cervix with each thrust of his h**s.

Yet, the discomfort doesn’t seem to prevent the unfamiliar pressure that started growing deep inside her.

With each thrust of his h**s, the pressure intensified until she recognized it for the pleasure it was turning out to be.

She tried to fight it, to twist her body away from the intense brutality of his thrusts because she wasn’t here for the pleasure…a pleasure she doesn’t deserve.

But, he won’t let her. His hands and body easily held her down, he has the strength of so many men.

“No….!” She gasped.

“Don’t fight it.” he g*****d sharply, angling his thrust even deeper and harder.

She screamed hoarsely as her body raptured to tiny million pieces, her inner muscles clenching helplessly around his shaft.

He g****s harshly, and then she felt him releasing again, his shaft pulsing and jerking within her. She could feel his hot wet liquid in her womb, his pelvis grinding into my womanhood.

It enhanced her own release, much to her shame and helplessness, draws out her pleasure-pain.

It’s like they’re linked together, because her violent contractions didn’t stop until his were fully over.

He collapsed ontop of her, his breathing as ragged as hers. She felt him everywhere. He surrounded her. She saw darkness. She breathed him.

Finally, he rolled to the side. Danika heard some ruffle of clothes, and some moments later, he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

It took a few seconds before her eyes adjusted to the dim darkness.

She swiveled her face and stared at him, he was dressed again in a flimsy nightcloth and lying beside her.

She managed to curl her body into a tight ball, her body throbbing. Her heart was in her throat because he would order her to get out. She wasn’t sure she can move.

His eyes was watching hers, and hers watched his face in return. Her eyes dazed and filled with overwhelming exhaustion for the first time.

She realized that he looked tired too…even as sleepy as she is.

She swallowed tightly, thinking about how to plead for him not to order her out. “Please—“

“Just for tonight.” He rasped, cutting her off. Then, he closed his eyes.

Relief coursed through her, but sleep was fast taking over. But even in her half-gone mind, she needed warmth.

Her body needed it…craved it. She doesn’t understand.

Then, she found herself snaking a hand around to his chest….up to his shoulder.

He stiffened and growled low on his throat, but her mind was too sluggish to process the warning, so, she didn’t take her hand back.

But he didn’t throw her arm away, even as his body remained taut.

As she fell deep into slumber, she felt her body being drew closer to the hard wall of his and she heard him g***n, “Just for tonight.”.

Or maybe she imagined it.

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It’s midday and Vetta was finally tired of waiting for the king to wake. She has checked on him countless time, she had knocked several times in the morning and there has been no response.

She was glad that her house arrest was over. These past three days has been hell but she’s prepared to apologize. She’ll apologize to the king that she went overboard by whipping his slave.

She just needed to clear any doubt on the King’s mind. She wants there relationship to remain solid as usual, without any sort of doubt.

Then, she’ll deal with Cone’s daughter. On her own time. In a different way that’ll never point fingers at her.

With those thoughts and decision in mind, she’d come to the King’s chambers and knocked several times but there’d been no answer.

The door was locked from the inside and Vetta knew for a fact that he’s sleeping…which surprised the hell out of her.

The king never sleeps, talk more of oversleeping.

She’d come again at late morning, and Chad was standing at the closed door. He’d confirmed that the king was sleeping and shouldn’t be disturbed. Chad’s face mirrored his own surprise too.

At midday, she was done waiting. She walked back to the door of the King’s Chambers and began knocking again, this time louder and more persistent.