The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 17

The king started forward. “To the bed.”

She nodded, relieved that it’s the bed but at the same time scared out of her mind.

She knows what he’s capable of doing to her and just the thought of it had panic closing down her throat.

She climbed on it and gave him her back. She closed her eyes tight and started a silent prayer to the Creator in her mind. She was so scared, her body shaking.

The ruffle of clothes were heard, then he came up behind her. She was liquid underneath from the session, and his searching hands soon discovered it.

He g*****d approvingly and guided himself towards her opening, his hand holding her h**s as he worked himself into her. He didn’t shove right in, like he did that night in her room.

Instead, he pushed slowly, stretching her until he was all the way inside her.

It burns as always, and it hurts, but…there was something else. That feeling she couldn’t explain.

He leaned closer into her and his breath caressed her ear. “Every slave gets a reward from her master from time to time for doing a good job….for pleasing her master. I’ll give you for first reward today. Here.”

Reward? She knew it was done, but she’s sure her father never practiced it.

Why would he want to reward her? And how? Surely, hurting her doesn’t amount to a reward.

So many questions and pleas and protests in her mind, but she said nothing.

She wasn’t understanding anything he’s saying, but she still responded. “Thank you, master.”

He leaned back, withdrew himself from her and pushed into her again. He began a long but steady movement.

Danika clenched her hands on the bed and took his strokes. She was half afraid that he’ll yank on her hair, or hurt her breasts, or slap her butt. She was so afraid that he’ll do a lot of hurtful things again.

But, he didn’t.

Instead, he kept up the steady thrusts until she had the unbearable urge to push back against him.

She didn’t understand what he was making her feel. It was overwhelming, but it wasn’t pain.

His hand snaked to her breast and he twerked her nipple, applying slight pressure at the same time, he angled his thrusts.

Danika made a sound on her throat, pushing back against him. Such unfamiliar response from herself confused and scared her at the same time.

He began a faster pace. Plunging in and out of her. Soon enough, she was moaning underneath him. Making little sounds of pleasure on her throat.

Her eyes closed as pleasure sipped through her, her body trembling under the onslaught. She reveled in the sensation she doesn’t understand, but was overwhelming her.

When he tangled his hand in her hair, she stiffened immediately, the sensation forgotten and she whimpered with fear, waiting for him to yank hard on it.

But, instead of yanking on it, he pulled her back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snaking down to caress the nub between her legs.

“Oh…” The sound escaped her in breathy exclamation.

The motions relaxed her as he rubbed in a circular motion the same time plunged and strained behind her. He never made a sound behind her.

She was suddenly climbing an edge she doesn’t understand….and it scared her too, but she didn’t fight him or struggle against him.

She cried out when an unbearable sensation suddenly burst through her, her body trembling under his as she met liquid around him.

Her hands gave out and she collapsed on the bed, sobbing aloud unable to control herself. He kept his thrusts short and steady while the feeling washed over her completely.

He pulled away from her then and she laid there, trying to catch her breath, trying to understand what happened to her. There was no bone in her body anymore.

Her eyes watched as he turned away from her. He never removed his clothes with her. She has never seen his organ before but she knows it’s large and manly because of the way it feels inside her.

Is it also his hatred for her that makes him stay clothed with her?

“Who’s behind the door?” He g*****d, l**t….and something akin to pain, in his voice. He didn’t raise his voice, but he never had to.

The door opened and Chad entered. “Mistress Vetta went into the village.”

His shoulders stiffened, drawing taut with tension.

“L-Let me do it…w-with my mouth.” Danika whispered from the body, her body still liquid. Her cheeks flushed at her own words, but she didn’t take them back. Didn’t want to.

She was feeling so sleepy, the events of the day finally catching up with her.

She knows instinctively that he didn’t find pleasure from what just happened. He likes it rougher and with a measure pain attached. She doesn’t know why, but she was almost certain of it.

He stared over his shoulders and said nothing. Instead, he became more tensed, he never said a word to her.

Then, he glanced forwards towards chad. “Kneel.”

His kneels hit the ground, the king unbuckled himself and Chad took him deep into her mouth. Just the way he’d taught her.

She can barely keep her eyes open and she feared that he’ll tell her to get out as usual, because she isn’t sure if her weak muscles could carry her.

It didn’t take long before he grunted out his pleasure and pulled out from Chad’s hot mouth. He buckled himself up and stepped back.

As usual, he didn’t look like a man who just found his pleasure, his face as hard and cold as always.

Chad watched the king as he turned and stared at the bed. King Lucien paused when he saw Danika was sleeping on his bed.

Chad stiffened because he knows the king will react badly to this. Lucien doesn’t like anybody on his bed…on his personal space.

King Lucien has more demons to fight than any of them.

No woman sleeps on that bed…not even Vetta, his mistress of five years.

When he turned towards Chad, Chad lowered his head and awaited his command.

It’s either the king orders him to throw her out, or he angrily barks her awake and order her to get out.

He was surprised when King Lucien walked passed him towards the bathroom. “Wrap her up and take her to her room, Chad. Do not wake her.” He ordered in a low g***n.