Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 33

I thrashed, screaming, but it was useless. He caught my other arm, chaining me before I could land so much as a scratch. My kicks hit nothing but air. His weight, his strength, his speed-he was unstoppable.

Within heartbeats, I was bound, spread across the bed like an offering, chains rattling above me.

I froze, chest heaving, the sound of my own pulse roaring in my ears.

And then I saw him.

He stood at the foot of the bed, looming. The moonlight glinting off every hard plane of muscle. His abs were cut into stone, every ridge sharp enough to slice. The deep V of his hips drew my eyes downward against my will, the strength of his thighs coiled with restrained power.

He looked like a man carved for war, for conquest. And his eyes-those cold, merciless eyes-were locked on me like I was a meal he was about to devour.

My breath caught, fury and fear tangling into a knot in my chest.

He braced his hands against the top of the bedframe, leaning forward slightly, caging me in even from a distance. His muscles flexed with the movement, shadows carving deeper into his body. The air thickened, heavy with his presence, with the command that rolled off him in waves.

When he spoke, his voice was low, thick, and commanding. It vibrated through the chains, through the bed, through me. “It’s time you learn what it means to defy me.”

The mattress dipped under his weight, the chains rattling above me as he climbed onto the bed. The sheer size of him made the air feel smaller, like there was no space left in the room for me to breathe.

I jerked my head away, but his hand caught my jaw, firm and unyielding, forcing me to face him. His thumb pressed into my cheek, his fingers curling around my chin as if he owned the bones beneath my skin. My chest heaved, the air sharp in my throat, as his face loomed closer-until his lips crushed against mine.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a punishment. A violent claiming. His mouth was hard, demanding, his tongue forcing its way past my clenched teeth until I bit down, desperation sharpening into defiance. The metallic tang of blood burst across my tongue.

I broke away, gasping raggedly, my body trembling. “I am not a toy that you can just own,” I spat, my voice shaking but edged with fire. “I am not anybody’s property!”

His eyes darkened, a storm swirling in them, but instead of fury, something far more dangerous flickered across his face- amusement.

“You think you’re strong,” he murmured, his voice low, smooth, and cutting. “But strength doesn’t come from screaming, Emilia. Strength comes from knowing when you’ve already lost.”

And then, without another word, his hand shot down. With one brutal tug, the fabric of my dress ripped apart, the sound tearing through the room like a death knell. I writhed, the chains clanking as I tried to twist away, but he was merciless. He flung the shredded fabric aside, his gaze trailing over me. My bra followed, ripped away with a single, merciless motion.

Cold air brushed my bare chest, goosebumps prickling my skin-but my body betrayed me. My nipples hardened under his gaze, tightening into stiff peaks. Heat flushed my face, shame and fury twisting in my gut.

His lips ghosted the shell of my ear, his breath hot and commanding. “You became mine the moment I set my eyes on you,” he whispered, the words like chains heavier than the iron already binding me. “I claimed you, Emilia. And nothing you do will change that.”

Before I could hurl the curse building in my throat, his mouth was on mine again. Rough. Consuming. His tongue invaded, conquering, claiming every corner of me. His weight pressed down, his hard cock grinding against my stomach through the heat of his body. The thick, pulsing length of him left no room for denial-he was aroused, hard as steel, and all for me.

And Goddess help me… my body shuddered beneath him.

No. I clenched my fists, the chains biting into my wrists. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I wouldn’t moan. I wouldn’t yield. I’d rather burn alive than let him win.

His hand closed around my breast, fingers rough, squeezing until sparks of pain shot through me. His thumb flicked over my nipple, twisting, pulling. Agony and pleasure tangled, clawing up my throat, but I bit hard into my lip until I tasted blood. I would not make a sound.

His mouth left mine, trailing heat down my throat, his tongue scorching my skin as he traced the column of my neck. His teeth grazed my pulse point, sharp enough to make me gasp despite myself. My eyes squeezed shut, tears brimming as I willed the sound away.

He moved lower, his mouth latching onto my breast. His tongue circled my nipple, his lips sucking hard until I nearly cried out. His teeth nipped, tugged, teased until I thought I’d combust from the torment. My back arched against the chains, my body trembling, desperate for release, for more-yet I held the sound in my throat like a secret I’d die before revealing. “You’re stubborn,” he growled against my skin. “But even the strongest chains break when you pull them hard enough.”

His words curled through me like poison. My thighs clenched, trembling as his hand slid lower, over the sharp curve of my hip, down between my legs. I kicked, twisting, but his strength was endless. His fingers hooked the side of my panties and shoved them aside, his knuckles brushing my most vulnerable place.

Heat exploded inside me, shame flooding my veins.

“No,” I whispered, the sound strangled.

“Yes,” he countered, pressing his fingers against my clit.

My body betrayed me instantly. Electricity shot through my core, my hips jerking helplessly against his touch. He rubbed slow circles, deliberate, unrelenting. My breath tore out of me in ragged gasps. I bit down on my lip so hard I thought it would tear, holding back the moan clawing at my throat. My eyes burned from the effort, my whole body shaking.

And then his fingers slid inside me.

A broken cry ripped from me before I could stop it, my body clenching hard around him, betraying me with its wetness, its hunger. My head flew back, the chains rattling violently as I writhed beneath him.

“No! Stop-” My words melted into a choked moan as he pumped into me, curling his fingers just right, his thumb circling my clit in ruthless rhythm. Pleasure burst through me like fire. My back arched, my body convulsing with need I hated, need I couldn’t control.

Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. I hated myself for the way my hips bucked, for the way my body begged even as my mouth cursed him.

Just when the world began to blur, when I was spiraling too close to the edge, he stopped.

My scream was guttural, torn from the pit of my chest.

Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on me again-kissing down my stomach, each press of his lips searing. And then-Goddess-his teeth grazed my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.

I screamed. The sound ripped through the room, raw, feral. My entire body convulsed, the chains rattling so violently I thought they’d snap.

And then with one brutal tug and my panties were gone, torn in half, discarded like all the rest.

I froze, trembling, naked now beneath his gaze. My bare skin glistened in the moonlight, every shameful response of my body exposed. My chest heaved, my thighs quivered, my nipples still hardened and aching.

He stood, towering above me, his eyes cold, merciless. My gaze dropped unwillingly-and caught.

His cock.

Huge. Thick. Hard enough to press against his stomach, veins bulging, the sight of it making my mouth go dry. I shivered, my body betraying me again, heat flooding my core even as terror clawed at me.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No…”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached down and pulled at my shoes, slipping them off one by one with maddening calm. The soft thud of them hitting the floor sounded final, like the last barrier of resistance stripped away.

And then-there was nothing left. I was completely bare, chained, trembling beneath him.

My legs tried to close, instinctive shame and anger knotting in my stomach. But his hands were there, strong, unyielding, prying me open.

“No!” My body twisted, the chains cutting into my skin.

He held me wide, exposed, vulnerable in a way that made my pulse hammer in my ears. My breath came in short, sharp bursts as he moved down the bed, slow, deliberate, until he was between my thighs.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

And then-my breath caught.

The King.

On his knees.

In front of me.

The sight seared into my brain, into my soul. The most powerful man I had ever known-merciless, untouchable, unyielding -kneeling between my spread thighs, his face descending toward the one place no man had ever dared touch.

My body shuddered, caught between horror and a heat that made me want to scream.

The chains rattled. The storm howled beyond the walls.

And my world tilted as the King lowered his head.