Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 24

I suddenly felt overly possessive of her.

“You’re mine, say it,” I said as I wrapped my hand around her neck, pushing her against the shower wall.

“Hell no, I don’t belong to anybody.” she spat, shooting me glare.

I didn’t like that one bit. I wanted to hear her say she belonged to me, over and over again.

“You have two days left, Emilia, two days and you’ll be all mine, so you better accept that sooner than later.” I said,

She shoved at me and wanted to walk out of the shower, but I grabbed her neck and pulled her back. Her back hitting my chest.

“Running so soon.” I whispered as she clawed at my hand trying to break free.

“Let’s just forget what happened tonight, it won’t happen again,” she spat in anger and something close to disgust.

“Forget?” I asked as my hand moved down her front and she shivered.

She was saying something else but her body was still reacting to my touch. Her body was betraying her and I knew that was pissing her off.

“Are you saying you’re going to forget the way your mouth opened for me, begging for more?…That you’re going to forget the way you pressed your ass on me…that”

“Stop! Just stop. It was the heat of the moment and I guarantee you, it’s not going to happen again.”

Oh darling, it’s definitely going to happen again and again and again.

For as long as I want. 1

“Okay,” I said as I handed her a sponge. “You still have to serve me before you leave,”

If looks could kill I’d be dead by now.

She collected the sponge from me like it personally offended her.

“Don’t blame me if I scrub your ego off your skin,” she sneered as she took the soap and rubbed before she started washing my body, starting from my chest.

I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her face twisted in anger. She was like an angry little tigress that was forced to do what she didn’t want to.

She washed my back, standing on her toes to reach me. Believe me when I tell you I’ve never enjoyed a shower like this all my life.

But I think I spoke too soon.

Because the moment she dropped on her knees in front of me, it felt like my breath was knocked out of me.

“Don’t I get to wash this too?” she asked as she looked up at me with a devious smirk and I knew that whatever plan she had in her head, I wasn’t going to like it.

She stayed on her knees, head tilted just enough for me to catch that glint in her eye. That dangerous, smug glint.

My entire body went taut. Every instinct screamed to grab her, shove her against the tile, and make her pay for that tone. But I didn’t move-yet.

Instead, I watched.

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand came up, fingers curling lightly around my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. The contact was light at first, just enough to remind me she was touching me… and enough to make my cock twitch in her grip.

Her smirk deepened.

The sponge in her other hand followed, sliding lazily down my length, slow enough to be infuriating. She pretended to focus, like she was polishing something precious, her brows drawn in mock concentration.

Goddess.

Every few seconds, she’d squeeze-just slightly-pretending it was part of the wash. My veins stood out, thick and pulsing, and I could feel my claws itching to break skin as I clenched my fists at my sides.

She worked lower, sliding the sponge underneath, brushing over my balls with deliberate care. That little look of focus didn’t fool me she knew exactly what she was doing. My thighs flexed as I fought to stay rooted in place.

“You’re very… tense, Your Majesty,” she said, as if she were commenting on the weather.

“Emilia.” My voice came out low, warning.

“Yes?” Her eyes lifted just enough to meet mine, her hand still lazily stroking me under the guise of cleaning.

The air in the shower was thick with steam and something far more dangerous. My breathing had deepened, my abs tightening every time her fingers slid under and rolled over the sensitive skin there.

I could feel my eyes threatening to flicker again. My beast pushed forward, wanting-no, demanding-that I take. But she wasn’t done tormenting me.

The way I felt her breath on my length, that couldn’t have been an accident. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She switched hands, letting the sponge drop to the side, and used her bare palm instead. She wrapped her fingers fully around me, stroking once, slowly, from base to tip, and then… her thumb pressed over the head, smearing the bead of moisture there like she was testing the texture of forbidden fruit.

A growl ripped from my chest.

“Enough.” My voice was rough, dangerous, but she only tilted her head like she didn’t hear me right.

“Enough?” she echoed softly, and her thumb circled the tip once more.

My claws slid out fully now, the sharp points pricking my own palms as I fought the urge to take her right here. The scent of my own blood mingled with hers in the humid air, and I knew I was seconds from losing it.

I grabbed her shoulders and yanked her up so fast she gasped, her wet hair whipping against my chest.

Her eyes were wide, innocent… too innocent.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, batting those lashes like she hadn’t just been seconds away from bringing me to my knees. “I was only serving the king.”

I stared at her, my breathing ragged, the muscles in my chest rising and falling hard against hers. Every inch of me screamed to claim her. To make her choke on that smug mouth until she said my name like it was a prayer.

Instead, I forced myself to turn away. If I didn’t, there would be no stopping.

“Leave,” I said, my voice tight. “You may go.

“

There was a pause. I could feel her gaze lingering on my back, could practically hear the smirk forming on her lips.

Then her voice came, low and mocking, curling around me like smoke.

“It was such a pleasure serving the king.’

I closed my eyes.

I could hear the soft splash of her steps as she left the shower, feel the cool draft she left behind. My cock was still hard, painfully so, my body wound like a bowstring ready to snap.

She was doing this on purpose. And soon… she was going to find out exactly what that cost.

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I laughed-low, wicked, and completely unrepentant-as I reached for the towel.

The steam still clung to my skin, making it warm and slick beneath the soft fabric, but I wasn’t laughing because of the water. No, my amusement came from the fact that I’d just left him standing there in that shower, hard, frustrated, and pretending he was in control.

One thing people didn’t know about me-hell, one thing they couldn’t possibly know because they were too busy whispering insults about my looks or my body-was that when it came to driving a man to the edge, I was an artist. A master. The kind of dangerous woman mothers warned their sons about.

They could call me plain. They could call me ugly. They could say I wasn’t fit to share the same room as the other “perfect” girls here. But none of that mattered when I could reduce the almighty King to ragged breathing and clenched fists, and make him say the words, You may go.

He’d thought he was in charge. Thought he could boss me around, throw his authority in my face like it was a crown I should bow to.

But at the end of the day, he’d been the one asking me to leave.

And that? That was a victory.

I stepped out of the bathroom, still naked under the towel. My gown had been shredded by his claws like it was nothing more than tissue paper.

My eyes fell on the thick red robe draped casually over the back of a chair. It was unmistakable. Luxurious fabric. Golden embroidery at the cuffs. The scent of him still clinging to it. The King’s robe.

Without a second thought, I let the towel drop to the floor and slid the robe over my shoulders. The robe swallowed me whole, heavy and warm, and the weight of it made me smirk. If this was supposed to be some sacred garment only for the King’s royal skin, then too bad-he shouldn’t have destroyed mine. 2

When I opened the door and stepped into the corridor, the two guards stationed nearby turned their heads. Their eyes widened.

Yeah, I knew what they saw.

The King’s robe.

On me.