Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 189

ROSE’S POV

His body pinned me to the wall, hard and unyielding, those blue eyes burning into mine. The vibrations were still going-strong, steady, merciless. My thighs trembled, slick and aching.

“Damien… please,” I whispered, voice shaky and desperate. “Make it stop.”

He leaned in closer, lips almost brushing mine, that dark smile deepening. “No.”

His hand came up, fingers tracing my jaw before tilting my chin higher. ” want you soaked and breathless for me.

And then… I’ll take you hard.”

A frustrated groan slipped out of me. “But I can’t even breathe. I can’t even think straight.”

He chuckled low, the sound sending fresh heat through me. “So what should I do about it?”

The vibrations seemed to spike-like he’d turned it up again-and I whimpered, pressing my thighs together hard. It only made everything worse. Pleasure coiled tight, too tight, threatening to snap right there in the hallway.

“Damien!”

He took my hand suddenly, lacing our fingers, and pulled me away from the wall. “Come.”We moved fast up a quiet set of stairs, away from the music and laughter below. My legs wobbled with every step, the egg shifting inside me, driving me insane.

“Where are we going?” I gasped.

“My room.”

My heart slammed harder.

He opened a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall and pulled me inside, closing and locking it behind us with a soft click.

The room was big, masculine-dark wood, deep blues, a massive four-poster bed. It smelled like him. But I barely had time to take it in.

I turned to him, hands on my hips even though my knees were shaking. “Can you take it out now?”

He leaned against the door, arms crossed, looking way too calm. “Not yet.”

“Damien!” I stomped my foot like a child, frustration boiling over.

He laughed-deep, sexy, enjoying every second of watching me squirm.

I walked to the bed on shaky legs and sat down, trying to breathe. The shift in position made the egg press deeper, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.Damien turned his back to me, walking slowly to the window like he had all the time in the world. Moonlight spilled over his broad shoulders, making him look even more dangerous.

I watched him, panting softly.

Then his hand slid into his pocket again.

I thought-hoped-he was finally going to turn it off.

Instead, the vibrations exploded.

Unbearable. Intense. Relentless.

I streamed, head falling back, back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through me like a wave. “Damien…oh goddess-”

He turned fast, eyes flashing gold for a second —his wolf peeking through-before shifting back to blue. Desire burned in them, raw and feral.

He stalked toward me like a predator, every step deliberate. When he reached the bed, one strong hand wrapped around my throat….not tight, just possessive-and he kissed me hard.

I moaned into his mouth, legs spreading wide on instinct, inviting him closer.

He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast circles.

I was already so overstimulated…every touch electric.

“Damien-Damien-”

I came hard, shattering around him, walls clenching tight as pleasure tore through me. I moaned loud and needy, no holding back now.

He thrust deep a few more times-rough, possessive-then buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, filling me hot and deep.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, bodies Locked together.

He turned me gently, kissing me slow and soft now.”

Feeling better?”I squeezed around him on purpose.

He hissed. “Fuck-don’t do that. We have to get back to the ball, or my brother will notice I’m gone.”

He pulled out slowly, cleaning himself quickly with a tissue from the bedside table, tucking himself back into his pants.

I lay there for a second, boneless, before forcing myself up. We fixed our clothes—me smoothing my dress, him straightening his suit like nothing had happened.

We slipped back into the ballroom separately. He went straight to the king. I found Emilia and Adele now sitting at a quiet table in the corner, laughing over glasses of sparkling cider.

The second I sat down, Emilia smirked, eyes twinkling.” Well, that was a long bathroom break.”

I laughed-breathless, flushed, trying not to squirm in my seat.

And prayed no one else noticed how thoroughly wrecked I really was.