The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 82

Another ice cracked in his cold heart and fell away.

He couldn’t stop staring at her. At the slight reactions she wasn’t aware of. The nervous way her hand gripped her nightclothes, the flush of her cheeks, the flash of her eyes.

His body has been reacting to her since he rose from slumber, but now, his phallus only hardened and lengthened.

He doesn’t know that a man could get this way even when he’s unwell, and most definitely, not a man like him. What is it about her?

His eyes on her, he noticed the imprint of hand on her cheek. “Who stuck you?”

The question took her by surprise and her hand fluttered up that caress that cheek. “It’s Mistress Vetta.”

He gave no reaction. “Why?”

She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, “She…uhm…she was angry because of what happened to you…because of my father h-hurting you even a-after death.”

“You doctored me through the night.” He stated suddenly.

The abrupt change of subject rattled her. She didn’t expect it but she answered nonetheless.

“Yes, master. I apologize for falling asleep, please forgive me… I really wanted to stay awake…”

“Why?”

She hesitated. Swallowed softly and whispered, “To watch over you.”

King Lucien doesn’t know what it is about the softly spoken words that made it to crack another bit of ice around his chest. But it did.

“I don’t need protecting, Danika.” He stated firmly.

“I know, master.” She replied readily.

Silence. “I will give you a reward for doctoring me through the night. Tell me what you want.”

Her heart skittered. She wanted to the him that she doesn’t need a reward for nursing him, she wanted to tell him that she’ll still nurse him again wholeheartedly in the future.

She wanted to say those but she didn’t because she knows that it wouldn’t be ending well with her.

Tell me what you want.

That statement out in the air, Danika tried to think it through. A master rewards a slave occasionally when she pleases her master.

Unbiddenly, she remembered her first reward from him. Her body went hot all over as she remembered the way he’d kept pushing into her body until she released.

With the way he watched her, Danika would swear that he knows what she’s thinking about even though his face didn’t change.

“If it’s not too much to ask, Master, I want you to g-give orders so that the m-mistress will stop yanking on my hair whenever she wants…whenever I didn’t do anything wrong…” She whispered.

When he kept staring at her without saying anything, she added, “My scalp has been burning for the past few days….”

No words at all. She couldn’t read his expression, so she doesn’t know what’s going through his mind.

“Strip.” He ordered.

The command so unexpected, made her jerk. She got up and started pulling off her clothes. What is going on in his head?

Does he want to take s****l pleasures from her body? But he’s unwell… Just sitting up on the bed had been a struggle, how did he expect to…

A blush crept to her cheek and worked it’s way down her neck. She stood naked in front of him, her clothes discarded on the floor.

She took a peak at him, and there’s still no reaction from him. Only the hardening of his organ that tented the bedcover he was under, that indicated that he wasn’t as unaffected as his facial expressions wants her to believe.

“Turn around.”

She turned and gave him her back, while standing several feet away from him.

The silence was deafening and so unsettling, it made her fidget. He hasn’t said anything about her reward-request and that also made her nervous too.

Is he angry at her for making such request? With the king you’ll never know. What does he want from her?

“Your back healed right.” His deep voice rose suddenly to interrupt the stillness of the night.

“Master?” She didn’t expect that.

“Your back. From being whipped. It healed right, there is no scar.” He spoke in the same cold voice she was used to.

“Y-Yes, master. Thank you so much… It is all because of you… The orders you gave madam Baski to treat—“

“I didn’t do you any favors.” He stated.

He always says that whenever he’s doing her favors. She lowered her head in submission and gratitude.

The first thing she realized about the king is that he’s a man of few words. He barely speaks, and left to him, he wouldn’t say any word at all to anybody.

And so, when silence stretched out between them, she did her best to stop the nervousness in her. To stop herself from picking on her fingers.

She still has her back to him, and at the lengthiest of the silence, she swiveled her head to him.

He has a huge frown on his face and seems to be in thought. It almost looks like he was battling with himself.

He stretched out his hand towards her, “Come here, Danika.”

She swallowed tightly. She doesn’t know what he wants from her, but she stretched out her hand to meet the strong confinement of his.

He pulled her closer and glared at her, “This is just for tonight.” He stated matter-of-factly.

She nodded her head. And then, his expression dissolved.

Without words, his hand directed her until she rose above him and straddled his middle.

At his lengthened phallus behind her, she started having ideas about what he wanted from her and her cheeks turned redder.

He wants to draw s****l pleasures from her body…. In this position…?

But he didn’t pull her down to his straining maleness immediately.

Instead, he pulled her forward until her upper body came really closer to his. And her breasts were only a few distance away from his face.

And then, he pushed forward, laced his mouth unto her nipple and suckled on it.