Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 164

ADELE’S POV

I watched him climb off the bed, his muscles rippling under that stupid shirt tike he was putting on a show just to torture me more. My body was still humming from what he’d done-every nerve ending lit up, my skin too sensitive, my core aching in a way that made me want to scream. But no way in hell was I giving him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affected me. Not after everything.

“You’re not fucking going to leave me like this?!” I spat, yahking at the cuffs again. The metal dug into my wrists, sharp and cold, but the real pain was the frustration boiling inside me. Tied up, naked, exposed-vulnerable in a way I hated. And he was just… walking away?

Lucien paused at the edge of the bed, turning back with that infuriating smirk. He shrugged, all casual, like we were discussing the weather. “It’s your call, Adele. Tell me you’re mine. It’s not that hard.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and demanding. I glared at him, my chest heaving. Mine? After all the times he’d pushed me away, treated me like I was nothing?

“I said never,” I hissed, my voice low and venomous. ” stopped belonging to you a long time ago.”

Something flashed in his eyes-pain, maybe? Regret? It was gone so fast I almost thought I’d imagined it. He hid itbehind that cool mask of his, turning away like it didn’t matter. But I saw the way his shoulders tensed, the slight hitch in his breath. Good. Let it hurt him like it hurt me.

“Fine,” he said, his voice flat now, edged with something darker. “Since you won’t say it, you’ll stay that way.” He glanced back over his shoulder, his gaze raking over my body in a way that made my skin heat despite myself. “It’s not like I want you free so you’ll run out and go around looking at shirtless men.”

Jealousy? From him? After ignoring me for so long? The hypocrisy burned through me like acid. He started making his way to the door, each step deliberate, like he was daring me to stop him.

“Lucien!” I shouted, my voice cracking with rage. “Where the fuck are you going?”

He stopped at the door, hand on the knob, and looked back with that smug expression that made me want to slap him. “To get us something to eat,” he said smoothly.” You know, since we’ll be in here all day.”

I screamed then, pure frustration exploding out of me. “I hate you!”

He chuckled, low and dark, the sound vibrating through the room. “Considering how hard you came on my tongue, I don’t think so.” And with that, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the silence.

The door clicked shut, and I let out another scream, thisone muffled into the pillow as I thrashed against the restraints. My body betrayed me-between my legs, I was still throbbing, slick and aching, my thighs sticky from what he’d done. God, it pissed me off. How could he make me feel like this? So turned on, so desperate, even when I wanted to hate him?

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the pulse there, the way my hips wanted to shift just to chase some relief.

Maybe if he’d done this earlier, it would have been sexy.

Me, tied to his bed, helpless while he teased and fucked me senseless. I’d imagined it more times than I cared to admit-his hands pinning me down, his mouth everywhere, his cock filling me until I couldn’t think straight. The thought alone used to make me wet, dreaming of surrendering to him like that.

But now? After the countless rejections, the cold shoulders, the way he’d made me feel worthless? Now it just made me boil. Suddenly, he’s acting like l’m supposed to be his, like he owns me. Like he hadn’t shattered my heart into pieces. “Fuck you,” I spat into the empty room, my voice echoing off the walls. I tugged at the cuffs again, the ache in my wrists nothing compared to the storm inside me.

Minutes dragged by like hours. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Part of me wanted to give in, just to get these damn things off. But the bigger part-the stubborn, hurt part-refused. He didn’t get to win like this. Not after everything.Finally, the door opened again. Lucien walked in, balancing a tray of food like this was some romantic breakfast in bed. The smell hit me…fresh bread, fruit, something savory…and my stomach growled despite myself. He set it on the bedside table, his eyes flicking to. me, taking in my flushed face, my heaving chest.

I wanted to make him feel guilty, to twist the knife a little.

“Adele,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He turned me slightly so I was facing him more, his hands sliding to my hips, holding me in place. “Please stop fighting me. Just let me hold you. Let me take care of you.”

I laughed, bitter and sharp, even as tears pricked at my eyes. Take care of me? Now he wants to take care of me?

“I’m good on my own!” I shot back, shoving at his chest.

But he didn’t budge, and the contact only made me more aware of him-the solid wall of muscle, the way his heart pounded under my palms. updated by j-ob-ni-b.c-om”Do you think I want you after • you humiliated me countless times?”

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing in those depths.”

Ádele-“”No,” I cut him off, finally looking him dead in the eye. The intensity there nearly undid me-the raw want, the desperation mirroring my own. But I couldn’t let it. Not anymore.

“Reject me, Lucien… just reject me.”

The words hung between us, heavy as lead. His face went still, shock flickering across his features. I could see the war in his eyes, the way his grip tightened on me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. But I meant it. End this torture. Let me go.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The room felt too small, the air too thick. My heart hammered in my chest, waiting for him to say it—to sever whatever twisted bond we had left. Part of me dreaded it, the finality, the pain that would rip through me like fire. But another part craved it, the freedom from this endless push and pull.

“Say it,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Reject me.”