The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 148

Escape! ESCAPE!! ESCAPE!!!!

He has to keep her close. He has to keep her close! Not letting go!

King Lucien cannot think past those animalistic urges that beat down on his head. Cannot hear past them.

She struggles against him. It angered him that she’s trying to get away from him. She’s not leaving like his sister did! Not like Declan did! He’ll do everything to keep her close!

Never! She is not getting away! He is not letting her go!

He palmed her thigh and lifted her leg, baring her to him. Pure animalistic instincts rode him so hard, he was shaking with the urge to bury himself so deep inside the soft flesh he caged before him.

Positioning himself blindly, he bumped against her but her body restricted his invasion. An animalistic growl tore from his troat and he tightened his hand on her waist and on her thigh.

“Take. Me. In.!” The guttural growl so deep tore from him as he nudged her opening with his dïck again more roughly and urgently.

He breached her a bit, shoving the head of his e******n into her. Danika cried out, the pain rolling off her in waves.

It’s been so long since he’d taking intimate pleasures from her body, and she’d tried to prepare herself like Baski instructed her but she wasn’t able to achieve that because the finger she’d gently put inside herself had hurt. She’s given up after a few attempts.

Her lean dainty finger is nothing compared to the King’s hardness. Absolutely nothing.

“Oh, Creator! P-Please…! Please…!” She struggled blindly to pull free from him, unable to think of anything else at that moment.

Another savage growl emitted from his throat and his hand on her waist tightened to iron grip.

He withdrew jerkily, spread her wider for him and slammed into her again with so much force he breeched her body and buried himself to the hilt.

A scream tore through the air that sounded very distant to his roaring ear and her spine arched under his onslaught of savage greed. He pulled back almost immediately and thrust harder again. And again and again.

Danika felt like she’ll break into two. She burned from the inside…a very intense painful burn. She screamed again and cried out against the very uncomfortable feeling as he plummeted her body over and over again.

With each thrust, he tries to go deeper like he wants to brand them together. Like he wants to glue her to him so that nothing separates them ever again.

“Not… letting… go!” He thrusts with each word, harder and harder, his body came over hers completely.

She laid her head on the wall in front of her, yelping with each stroke he took inside her. She felt like she was sandwiched between two hard walls.

The tension that emitted from the King’s taut body was too much and as he took her body so roughly, she felt as if he was owning her soul too.

Animalistic growls of pleasure left his throat with each thrust, his head pressed to her neck, his breathing erratic.

Tears licked from her eyes, her forehead pressed to the wall. Her leg—the one that met the floor—was trembling, unable to hold her. Whimpers after whimpers tore from her throat.

His hand shot to her hair, he grabbed hold of it and gripped it tightly.

Danika stopped breathing. Her body tensed up and her eyes snapped close as she tried to prepare herself for the searing pain she knows will come when yanks on her hair.

She waited, but he didn’t yank on it. Instead, he only held on as he kept plunging in and out of her. Relief crashed through her that he isn’t pulling on her hair.

Her king might not be in there, but whoever this is behind her isn’t intent on inflicting blatant physical pain. No, he’s only intent on possessing her with his body like he wants to brand himself in her. Like he owns her.

He was gripping her so tightly and so close like he’s afraid of letting her go. Like he’s afraid of her leaving him.

….Like his family left him. The voice ghosted inside her, startling her.

Suddenly, she remembered Baski’s words.

“Please, be patient with him, okay? Don’t struggle. Don’t fight him. If any woman can reach him and draw him out of the abyss, it’s you.”

Could this be what Baski was talking about? Is he truly holding her this way because he’s afraid that she’ll leave him like his family did? Can she truly reach him?

She squeezed her eyes shut and the fight suddenly went out of her. She stopped struggling and melted into his hard body.

Her eyes closed, her head tilted in surrender, she gave herself to him. And waited, her heart pounding.

He kept plummeting her body so hard. His hand let go of her hair and grabbed hold of her breast, he squeezed roughly.

Her fear skyrocketed, and the need to struggle threatened to overwhelm her. She forcefully shoved it down and shut her mind to it, instead, she only arched back into him.

It went on and on. A low growl—more like a vibration—emitted from his chest behind her, like a hungry panther.

Suddenly, she felt some of the hard tension leave him. He didn’t loosen her hand, but his strokes lessened somewhat.

It gave her hope and courage to take the next step. She reached behind her and touched him for the first time.

She caressed his bare h**s so tentatively—like a person soothing an angry lion—half expecting him to snatch away her hand or do anything physical to hurt her.

He stiffened. A shudder worked through his body.

She didn’t stop.