The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 149

A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing.

It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother’s knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right.

The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad.

One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit.

For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her.

Danika.

He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot to dust. He only slowed his strokes, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

He pressed his sweaty head to the side of her face, “Danika…?” He breathed for the first time.

Relief was like a river flowing inside Danika. She didn’t stop touching him, caressing his hair. Running her hand up and down his hipbone, she whispered, “My King…”

“I… can’t… stop…” His deep g***n vibrated her ear, “I need you…”

Danika closed her eyes and those three words washed over her. It’s the first time he has ever said words like that to her. He didn’t tell her he wanted her. He needs her.

Suddenly, a rush of power and love filled her and made her swell with it. This man who she loves so deeply…; this man who’s so powerful who has never needed anybody, needs her.

Her head rolled back to his chest, her fingers held on to his h*p and the back of his head. Her love for him so pure and deep, she gave herself completely to him.

“Then, take me… take anything you want… take everything you need…” She whispered hoarsely.

A deep shudder worked through his body. He buried his face to her neck and inhaled deeply, causing her to shiver.

“Danika…?” He sounded unsure. His deep voice was barely a hot breath to her neck.

Her hand left her breast and held her belly, pressing her closer to him. He run his hand up and down her smooth flat abdomen, his breath puffing out hotly on her shoulder.

Even without his awareness, he held their child in his grasp.

“It’s okay… It’s alright… I’m right here… With you… For you… It’s okay… I’m not going away…I’m right here…I’m not leaving… It’s okay…” Those whispered words spilled from her lips, unrestrained.

She has no idea where her consent—her words—will take them, but none of that matters to her anymore.

Not minding how tight he held her, how savage his thrusts are—she knows that she’ll wear his bruises for days to come—she kept her body molded to him and held on tightly to him.

He pulled out of her then and turned her around. She faced him, he closed in on her and she wrapped her arm trustingly around his neck.

He lifted her and wrapped her legs around him. He plunged back in, his thick d**k pressed deeper and his body smothered her harder.

He thrust once, gritting his teeth. “I can’t be slow. Don’t ask me to be slow.”

Danika nodded, stroking his back, thrilling with fear and want. And a deep need to soothe. “Take me however you need.”

As she uttered those words, she closed her eyes and prayed to the creator to protect her child. Their child that nestled inside her.

In that moment, all her fierce protectiveness rounded and centered on the father of her baby, she left the rest to the creator…or whoever up there that is listening to her prayer.

Whoever up there that sees the impossibility of her situation. That sees how much she loves this man who held her body plastered to his.

This man—who seems to be battling what another man would never have survived, became her main priority.

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His body slammed into her once, twice. He switched from barely-human back to animal. He let go of everything.

His h**s pulled back before colliding with hers with a ferocity that echoed in her heart. Everything about him switched to possessive greed.

His face shut down. Lips pursed. Sweat beaded.

“Danika.” He growled, driving into her. He repeated her name like it’s a lifeline and he’s hanging on to it. Like he needed the reminder that it’s her to hang on to sanity.

Every stroke of his phallus claimed ownership and she closed her eyes and let him steal her away.

Nothing else existed but him inside her and his hard heat surrounding her. She locked her legs tighter, pulling him achingly deep. He bumped her cervix and she yelped.

Her eyes watered. The pain is out of the world.

She pulled back immediately and dislodged him a bit. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking, biting. Sparks of gold and silver whizzed in her b***d, intoxicating her—making her body come alive in his arms.

“Yes. Take me,” She panted as King Lucien drove violently into her. Every thrust he lost himself until she didn’t know which man she held in her arms. Her Master or Her King.

Her buttocks rammed on the wall as he took everything he had to offer. He was right.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was dirty and cruel and broken. But she took it all.

His hands landed on her h**s, holding her in place as he increased his rhythm. His face twisted until he looked furiously angry.

Her heart no longer beat—it hummed like a hummingbird as every thrust unlocked a power deep inside her. A power over this man. Over her fate. Over her sadness and happiness and future.

“Danika.” He kept repeating.

Love swelled like a typhoon in her chest, evolving, growing until it filled every space and cavity. She visualized love protecting the new life inside her—spreading to King Lucien and healing him.

It kept growing until her body had no more space and it exploded out of her, showering them both in emotion.

“I—I can’t stop.” He reared back, his face shiny with sweat. “I’m hurting you.” His eyes were wild, skin ashen. “Make me stop. Make me to stop.” His teeth gritted as he drove particularly hard into her.

As if she ever can. Her feelings for him was stark in her eyes. Their child nestled right between them.

She was so close to falling over the precipice of a release she felt was profound.

This was between her and him.

Life and death.

Possession and ownership.

She threw her head back. “You’re not hurting me. I…” I love you, I love you, I’m pregnant for you, I’m carrying your child, I love you, I love you so much! “I trust you.”