Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 188

ROSE’S POV

The ballroom was a sea of beautiful gowns and tailored suits, the crystal chandeliers illuminated the place, music floating through the air like perfume. Everyone looked perfect, laughing and dancing and toasting the queen.

But all I could feel was the egg inside me.

Every step I took shifted it, pressing it deeper, reminding me it was there. My thighs were slick already, my body humming with a low, constant ache that made it impossible to think straight.

Damien guided me onto the dance floor, one strong hand on the small of my back, the other clasping mine. He moved like he owned the room-smooth, confident, devastating in that navy gray suit. His eyes had that dangerous glint, the one that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

We started swaying to the slow waltz, bodies close, his thigh brushing between mine with every turn.

The egg pulsed faintly with my heartbeat, driving me insane.

He leaned in, lips near my ear. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face calm. “It’s… a lot.”

His hand slid lower on my waist, fingers pressing justenough to make me feel him. Then I saw it-his free hand. slipping casually into his pocket.

My eyes widened. “Damien… no-”

He pressed the button.

The egg burst to life inside me.

A sharp, relentless vibration hit every sensitive spot at once. I gasped, stumbling forward, my forehead falling against his chest as my legs nearly gave out.

He didn’t miss a beat. His arm tightened around me, guiding us in perfect circles like nothing was happening, while my whole body trembled against him.

I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his jacket, trying desperately not to moan.

He dipped his head, lips brushing my neck. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m going to pass out,” I whispered, voice shaking.

He chučkled-dark, low, sinful. The sound vibrated through his chest into mine. “You must be throbbing right now.”

“You have no idea,” I breathed, pressing my thighs together. It only made the vibrations stronger.

Heat flooded me, coiling tight low in my belly. My nipples were hard against the fabric of my dress, every brush ofhis body sending sparks through me.

I was soaked…embarrassingly, achingly wet…and terrified someone would notice.

The song finally ended. The music swelled into applause.

But he didn’t turn it off.

My toes curled hard in my silver heels, trying to fight the building pressure.

A soft cry slipped out before I could stop it. My knees buckled slightly.

Emilia grabbed my arm, concerned. “Rose? Are you okay?”

“I-uh-excuse me,” I gasped. “I’ll quickly use the restroom.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I turned and hurried off the floor as fast as I could without running, weaving through the crowd, praying no one noticed how unsteady I was.The hallway outside the battroom was cooler, quieter. I rushed down it, one hand pressed to my stomach, breathing hard.

I felt like I was going to go crazy. The vibrations were merciless now-building, building, pushing me right to the edge. My thighs were slick, my body trembling with need. I just needed a moment alone, just a second to-

A strong hand suddenly grabbed mine, yanking me sideways.

My back hit the wall with a soft thud, cool stone against my bare shoulders.

A hard, familiar body pressed against me, pinning me there.

I looked up-heart pounding, breath ragged-and met those sharp blue eyes.

Damien.

His hand braced beside my head, the other still in his pocket-controlling the remote.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, voice deep and dangerous, lips curved in that dark, knowing smile.