Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 36

Her moans turned to cries, her head thrashing against the pillows as I fucked her with my fingers, curling and pressing, making her a wet, trembling mess. She came hard, clenching around me, juices soaking my hand, but I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, relentless, pushing her higher.

Her body jerked violently, nipples scraping my chest, and I sucked one into my mouth again, biting down just enough to make her scream.

“Yes, yes, oh yes!” she cried, her body arching like a bowstring, chained wrists pulling taut.

Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, and still I didn’t let up. My beast demanded more.

I pulled my fingers free, slick and dripping, and replaced them with the thick head of my cock.

I didn’t push inside. I couldn’t.

Instead, I pressed against her clit, rubbing, sliding up and down her soaked folds. She moaned at the contact, her hips bucking, chasing me.

“You feel that?” I growled, grinding the head of my cock against her swollen clit. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

She cried, nodding frantically, too desperate to form words.

I groaned, my control slipping as I dragged the blunt tip down, circling her entrance, feeling her pulse and flutter around me without letting myself push in. My beast snarled, demanding I take her, fuck her, knot her until she was mine forever.

But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t risk breaking her.

So I tormented us both.

I rubbed harder, teasing her clit, sliding my head against her folds, coating myself in her slick. She came again, a strangled, helpless cry as she convulsed, clenching around nothing.

Her body shook beneath me, drenched in sweat, eyes glazed, lips swollen from my kisses. She was wrecked, ruined, trembling, and I still hadn’t taken her.

My breath came out ragged, chest heaving as I fought my beast’s roar inside me.

“Will you be a good girl from now on?” I demanded, voice dark, rough.

She nodded weakly, too spent to speak, her whole body trembling.

“Will you try to run away again?”

Her head shook frantically, hair sticking to her damp face.

“Good,” I rasped, pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips. “Now go to sleep.”

I stayed over her, caging her in with my body, cock still throbbing against her soaked heat, while my beast clawed inside me, furious that I’d denied us both. But I had to.

Because if I let go-if I gave in to the hunger, the rage, the need-I wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left of her.

And I couldn’t. Not with her. Not ever.

So I held myself there, trembling with restraint, fighting the war inside me, while she finally sagged against the chains, too weak to do anything but obey.

And sleep.

I woke up with a tingling sensation between my legs. My hands and legs were free and no longer chained, but I could feel the ache on my wrists and ankles from all the struggling I did last night.

Last night. It has got to be the best night of my life. The way it felt like he broke me and put me back in place. I never thought I could feel anything like that.

When he had chained me up and then tortured me, I felt like my whole body was lit on fire-like every part of me I never knew existed came alive. I thought he was going to leave me wanting and desperate all night, chained up and aching but then he came back and gave me mind blowing pleasure.

I couldn’t help but smile, my stomach fluttering with butterflies, but then reality came crashing on me. I didn’t escape last night. I was back in the palace, in the king’s claws. Where I might never be able to escape. Where he’ll keep claiming I’m his property and belong to him. Where I might likely die.

“I see you’re awake,” my eyes quickly shot to the door at the sound of his voice.

He was leaning by the door, hands folded, face unreadable.

“What do you want from me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“You didn’t seem to be asking me this question when you were beneath me last night,” he said, his voice sounding bored like I was a child throwing tantrums and he was used to it.

“Oh, you mean after you chained me up and forced me to do what I didn’t want to do?”

“Force? You were the one begging me not to stop last night,” he said,

“Can we not talk about last night?” I snapped,

“You started it,” he said as he started walking towards me and I immediately pulled the blanket up to my chin glaring at him.

“Stay where you are,” I said and to my surprise he stopped and for a moment silence filled the room as we both were involved in a staring contest.

“I gave you an offer, Emilia…” he started, breaking the silence. “It was simple, be mine, give me a son and as soon as you do that you can go anywhere you want. But you had to try to run away. Is it that you’re just dumb or you don’t care about your life?”

“I’ve told you, I don’t want your offer, I don’t want you. I just want you to leave me alone.” I said and something dangerous flashed in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

“It’s either you accept this willingly while I’m being nice or-“

“Or what? You’re going to force yourself on me?”

“You’ve really been pushing it Emilia, I’m usually not this patient with anyone, but you’re really pushing my buttons.” There was this edge in his voice that told me I might have to keep quiet, and I did just that.

But not for long.

“Why don’t you just get another woman?”

His jaw flexed as he turned away, pacing the room with measured steps. Every movement radiated controlled power, like a predator deciding whether to strike or spare its prey.

“I don’t know if you’re foolish, Emilia,” he finally said, his back still to me, “or if you’re simply testing how far you can push me before I break you again.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers clutching the blanket tighter. “I’m not a toy for you to break.”

“You’re not a toy. You’re far more precious than that. That’s why I keep giving you choices. Most people don’t get choices from me.” 1

I bit my lip, forcing myself to meet his gaze when he turned back around. “You call this a choice? Be your prisoner, your property, when I’m going to die? That’s not freedom.”

He stalked closer, slower this time, like he was savoring every heartbeat of my fear. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his shadow falling over me. His hand lifted as if to touch me, but he paused, letting the weight of his presence crush me instead.

“You think you hate me,” he murmured, his eyes dark and unyielding. “But your body betrays you every time I touch you. Last night proved that.”

My cheeks flamed with a mix of anger and shame. “That wasn’t me-that was you forcing me into-“

“Into what?” His voice cut sharp, silk over steel. “Into feeling pleasure you never knew you could? Into surrendering when you swore you never would?”

I wanted to scream at him, to claw at his face until he bled, but the words caught in my throat. His power over me wasn’t just physical-it was maddening, twisting my mind against me.

“You can keep running in circles, Emilia, but the end will always be the same. You’ll give me what I want. The only difference is whether you suffer for it or not.”

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You’ll never own me,” I whispered, my voice shaking but firm.

For a moment, something flashed in his eyes, something I couldn’t name. He leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear as he spoke in a tone that was equal parts threat and promise.

“Then I’ll just have to teach you what it truly means to be mine.”

A knock on the door made him pull away slightly as he turned to the door.

“Enter,”

A guard stepped in hurriedly, bowing low. “My King, there’s an urgent matter.”

The King’s eyes lingered on me, unreadable, before he straightened to his full height. “We’ll finish this later,” he said, and in

a blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving me trembling, both terrified and ashamed of the storm he left behind inside me.

Because a part of me wanted to obey him, give in and see where this goes.

But I knew that would be foolish of me, because giving in meant I was finally ready to accept my fate;

Death.

But since escaping wasn’t an option, it was time I turned the entire situation to my favor.

And I knew exactly what I had to do.

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