Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 175

DAMIEN’S POV

I pulled away from her, just a step, because I needed air.

Needed a second to breathe before I said things that couldn’t be taken back. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. The room felt too small, the air too thick.

Rose stood there in that red satin dress, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and dark, lips parted like she was already waiting for whatever came next. She looked so beautiful it hürt, but right now beauty wasn’t the problem. The problem was the storm inside me-want, fear, hunger, Love-all crashing together.

“Rose,” I started, voice rough, low. “I need you to understand something.”

She didn’t move, just watched me, waiting.

I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to find the words. “These desires… this need for control, to test limits … it didn’t just start overnight.”

I turned away for a second, staring at the wall like it could help me say this. It couldn’t.

“Back then, when my brother and I were still fighting… when I was angry-furious-that our father made him king and not me… instead putting me in charge of his businesses here in the human town…I started spendingmore time here than in the kingdom.”

I looked back at her. She hadn’t moved an inch, but her eyes were locked on me, listening to every word.

“I’d go out at night. Clubs. Bars. Anything loud enough to drown out the noise in my head. I’d drink, but human alcohol did nothing to me. Couldn’t touch the rage.

Couldn’t quiet it.”

My throat felt tight. I swallowed hard.

“Then one night… I walked into a different kind of club.

Private. Underground. And I learned about it. All of it. The rules. The power. The surrender.”

I met her eyes again. “For the first time in years, 1 felt in control. These women… they were willing. Ready to do whatever | asked. So I took it. I used them. I didn’t care about them. I only cared about how it made me feel-like a beast finally set free.”

The shame hit me low and heavy. I looked down at the floor. “That’s why… I didn’t want to bring any of that darkness near you.”

I lifted my gaze slowly. “Baby… you really don’t know what you’re asking me for.”

She didn’t back away. Didn’t flinch.

Instead, she stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell her-roses and heat and her. Her hand came up, soft and warm, cupping the side of my face. Her thumbbrushed over my jaw.

“Did you like doing those things?” she whispered. “Don’t lie to me.”

I closed my eyes for a second. The truth burned.

“Yes,” I whispered back, voice raw with shame. “I did.”

Silence stretched between us.

Then she said, quiet but steady, “Then teach me. Do the things you like… to me.”

My eyes snapped open. Heat slammed through me so hard my knees nearly buckled.

“Baby,” I rasped, “they’re really, really dark things.”

“I don’t care.”

My control slipped another notch. My cock was already hard, straining against my pants just from her words.

From the way she was looking at me-like she trusted me completely. Like she wanted me, all of me.

Her lips parted. A soft little sound escaped her. Then-fuck

-she bit her bottom lip and whispered, “Did you forget…Iused to call you Master Damien?”

Everything in me snapped.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the word torn out of me. I was painfully hard now, throbbing, my control hanging by a single thread.

I leaned down, forehead pressing to hers, voice dark and shaking with need-and fear.

“Baby… once we start this, there’s no going back.”

My hand slid up to cradle her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip. My voice dropped even lower, raw with the one thing that still terrified me.

“What if you think I’m sick? What if… after you see it all… you don’t want me anymore?”

Her eyes softened. She reached up, both hands framing my face now, holding me like I was the one who needed holding.

“That would never happen, Damien,” she whispered fiercely. “I love you. I want all of you. The soft parts. The dark parts. Everything.”

She rose up on her toes, lips brushing mine-soft, sweet, promising.

“Show me all of you.”

My heart stopped.

Then started again-harder, faster, darker.

The thread snapped.