The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 43

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Danika climbed the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back as usual, her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in between them.

She tried not to think about what's about to happen. She tried not to think about what has happened. She tried not to think about the Royal Court. She tried not to think about Sally's condition.

Instead, she squeezed her eyes tight, hearing the ruffle of clothings behind her.

He'd said he wouldn't hold back. And while that warning scared the living daylight out of her, she wanted it. She needed it.

The bed digged and King Lucien came up behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. She spread her thighs wider, as wide as she could, readying herself to take the full length and girth of him.

But he withdrew, instead, he pressed his hand on her womanhood, she jerked when she felt the wetness of the warm liquid he was pressing in her. He was preparing her.

He worked a finger into a tight channel, she gritted her teeth and took the invading digit. Tears dropped from her eyes and splashed on the bed.

She'd cried for long hours, her head and her eyes hurt. Her eyes all red and swollen, and yet, the tears wouldn't stop coming.

She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted the pain, and when he worked another wet finger into her causing a little burn to spread through her, she pushed back at him impatiently, whimpering softly.

He leaned down, his body blanketing her and pushing her deeper to the bed. "What do you want?" His breath was hot against her ear.

"I want you t-to take me...hard and fast. I want you to h-hurt me...." She whispered, her voice hoarse.

Silence. His fingers worked inside her, pushing and pulling.

"I don't think you know what you're asking for, Danika." He groaned at last.

Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she really doesn't...but she still needed it. She pushed back against him.

"Do you know why I'm going to do what you want?"

She shook her head against the mattress.

"Because it is what I want too." Then, he took his weight off her, pulling back completedly.

Before she could process his words, one hand grabbed a fistful of hair, jerking her neck back...jerking her upper body up from the bed while another secured her hip, pinning her in place.

His erection rocked against her outer flesh, hot, hard and heavy. No matter how ready her mind is, her body was scared to death.

Fear lit up her chest but she shut her mind to it.

Then, he pulled back and thrust violently, coldly, viciously into her. Her elbows gave way and she fell headfirst into the pillow. Her hands couldn’t support her.

Everything burned. Everything hurt.

She gripped the pillow, gasping for breath, sucking in material as the searing, frightening pain of being taken violently made her cry out. Hot tears were absorbed instantly by the pillow as the king rammed into her again.

He lost himself, turning inhuman as he rode her...just like she's asked. Her scalp screamed where he held her captive by the hair.

Then, he took her harder.

His hard erection plunged deep inside her, filling her, distorting her. The wetness he'd stuffed inside her prevented searing pain, but the fierceness of every thrust made her ache instantly with bruises.