Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 172

ROSE’S POV

I burst out of the restroom hallway like I was being chased, my heels clacking too loud on the marble floor.

My heart was still hammering from Scarlett’s words, every syllable echoing in my head like a bad dream I couldn’t shake. Dark desires. Tied up. Spanked. BDSM. And the worst part—her saying she’d been the one to fulfill them for Damien.

My Damien.

I needed air. Space. Anything to stop the spinning in my brain.

But there he was.

Damien.

Waiting right outside, hands shoved deep in his pant pockets, leaning against the wall like a shadow come to life. God, even now, even with everything twisting inside me, he tooked so damn sexy it hurt. Tall and broad, suit hugging every muscle, those sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd until they locked on me. His dark hair was a little messed up, like he’d run his fingers through it while waiting, and it only made him look more dangerous. More irresistible.

I couldn’t deal with him right now. Not with the questions burning in my chest.I walked right past him, head down, aiming for the exit Like it was my lifeline.

For a second, it was like he didn’t register it. Then his voice cut through the low hum of the restaurant.

“Rose?”

Confusion laced every letter. He straightened up fast, but I didn’t stop. I walked through the glass doors, the cool night air hitting my face like a slap. The valet stand blurred past me, the city lights streaking as I walked faster, heels clicking on the sidewalk.

Footsteps pounded behind me-heavy, quick. His.

“Rose, wait! What’s going on?”

I didn’t answer. Didn’t slow down. My mind was a storm-Scarlett’s smirk, her words about his “dark desires,” the way she’d hitched her breath like she could still feel him.

Jealousy and hurt twisted together so tight I could barely breathe.

His hand wrapped around my arm suddenly, warm and firm, spinning me to face him. I stumbled a little, crashing into his chest. Up close, he was overwhelming-his cologne wrapping around me, that intense stare boring into mine.

“Rose, what the hell is going on?” His voice was low, edged with worry and something sharper.

I yanked my arm back, but his grip didn’t budge. “Let mego!”

His eyes narrowed, confusion flashing to something darker. He didn’t let go. Instead, he bent down and scooped me up in one smooth motion, lifting me bridal-style against his chest like weighed nothing.

I gasped, struggling immediately-pushing at his shoulders, kicking my legs. “Damien! Put me down!”

His arms tightened around me, hard as steel. “No,” he growled, voice low and warning as he started walking toward the waiting car.

“Not until you tell me what’s

Wrong.”

The driver saw us coming and hurried to open the back door, eyes averted like he knew better than to ask questions. Damien slid inside without breaking stride, settling me right on his lap as the door slammed shut.

I arched into him, burying my fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer. “Oh God, Damien..”

He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks shooting down my spine. His other hand gripped my ass, fingers digging in as he pushed me down harder onto him, guiding my rhythm. Every thrust hit deeper, faster, the car’s motion adding to the intensity.I could feel him everywhere-inside me, around me. His groans mixed with my whimpers, every sound he took with another kiss, another bite. I rode him like I was chasing away the doubts, the hurt, my body clenching around him tight.

He growled low in his throat as I gripped him harder, his hips bucking up witdly. “Fuck, Rose… you feel so good.”

One hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down in firm circles. At the same time, he bit down lightly on my nipple, the sharp pleasure-pain making me shatter.

It was too much-the friction, the heat, the way he owned every inch of me. I came hard, stars exploding behind my eyes, my whole body shaking as waves crashed over me.

He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time and pouring into me with a guttural groan, his arms crushing me to his chest.

We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing ragged, hearts pounding in sync. The car hummed along the city streets, oblivious to the storm we’d just unleashed.

But as the haze cleared, reality slammed back in.

Scarlett’s words. The questions. The doubt.

I pulled away suddenly, scrambling off his lap to the far end of the seat. I pressed myself against the window, yanking my dress strap back up, trying to catch my breath. My body still tingled, still wanted him, but mymind was screaming.

Damien tucked himself back into his pants, zipping up with a slow, deliberate motion. He turned to me, eyes searching my face, concern etching lines on his forehead.

“Rose,” he said softly, reaching out. “What is it?”