The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 15

Vetta took his d**k into her mouth and sucked him hard, down to the back of her throat, and he g*****d.

She held him there and sucked him repeatedly. Her mouth couldn’t cover all the grounds, so ,she used her hand to stroke the parts her mouth couldn’t touch.

The king g*****d, his eyes staring at her. She was kneeling in between his legs as she sucked him off.

She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue trailing his scars and licking at them. The sensation made Lucien g*****d again, and he pulled away from her completely and got up.

She was kneeling already so, he held her mouth and shoved himself deep into her mouth until she took a mouthful of him in and gagged.

He held himself there and started f*****g her mouth roughly. Vetta relaxed underneath, her mouth taking him while he snaked his hand to her breast, and found her nipple.

He held onto the nub and pulled hard to it’s limit. The pain of it went straight to her cl’t and she m****d openly.

Suddenly, he pulled away completely. “Get up and face the shelf, give me your back.”

Vetta wants him to take her from the front, she’s never had that kind of intimacy with him, but she clamp her mouth shut. The king being so unpredictable, she wasn’t sure how he’ll respond to that if she makes such demands.

She pulled to her feet and faced the library shelf. She held on to the rails with both hands and arched her back.

He produced an oil and worked it into her a*s. She m****d as he prepared her with his fingers. Then, she emitted a long satisfying g***n when he worked his big p€nis deep into her a*s.

“Oh, yes….” She pushed back against him, even as he pulled back and shoved all the way in again.

He started f*****g her in earnest, unrestrained and rough as usual. She riveled in it, his hand pressing at her h**s, holding her captive to take his brutal thrusts.

It didn’t take long before she was sitting on the very edge of climax in sheer pleasure. She didn’t want just the pleasure, she needed the pain too.

She arched back into him, and he understood her silent request. He snaked his hand from the front down to where they’re joined and pinned her clit hard without breaking the skin.

She cried out and started trembling as she felt her body tighten up. Still holding her bud captive, his h**s pistolling behind her, he held her with the other hand and jerked hard on it.

She came with a scream, her body bowed out. Her o****m triggered his, he g*****d as he climaxed, f*****g her unrestrainedly.

This is what she needs. This is what he needs. This is what their broken souls need.

And she’ll be damned before the Cause Of Their Torment takes him away from her. Oh, will she be damned.

Danika and Sally worked the mines together. Sally wanted to do the works alone but Danika refused adamantly. In the Ned, they did it together.

Sally told her stories of after her captivity. Danika was shocked when Sally told her that none of her people were enslaved, just the wicked guards of the kingdom.

The slaves of Mombana were set free to live as normal people. Her people still stays in their houses and go over their daily activities. None of them were made slaves and getting punished for what they knew nothing about.

Danika blinked back the burning tears at the back of her eyes. It gave her a huge relief.

She can never figure out King Lucien at all. Why would he be so good to the people of Mombana after everything her father put him through? Her father enslaved ALL his people when he had the power.

She thought about it as she hit the ground with a hammer repeatedly. After that story, Sally proceeded to tell her a fairytale story as they worked.

The slave trainer, Karandy, was so angry at her, he enters the tunnel from time to time to glare daggers at her. She pretended not to see the look.

“Yeeeeei!!! Look what I found!!!” Sally suddenly sounded as she dipped her hand into the group and withdrew the stone-like silver object.

“It’s a gemstone.” Karandy noted reverently, his anger forgotten as he took the stone from her happily.

Sally grinned wild and proudly as the others entered the tunnel to check out what she found.

“So, that means we’re getting tomorrow off, right?” Sally enthused excitedly and began reciting, “I know the rules too. You find a valuable mineral, you don’t work mines the next day, instead you rest because you’ve done a job welldone.”

Karandy nodded all too eagerly, “Yes, you don’t work tomorrow.” That will give him time with the princess.

Sally frowned a bit, “Not just me, it’s the princess and I.” She raised her chin, “We found it together!”

Karandy wasn’t there when it happened so he had no way of disputing it. It pissed him off, because as a slave trainer, he knows the rules more than anybody.

“Alright. The both of you.” He grumbled.

“Yeeiii!” Sally danced and dropped all her working tools. Danika too was happy, dropping hers too.

“We’re off for the day, then.” Sally started out of the tunnel, and Danika followed her.

Karandy held Danika’s hair and yanked her back towards him when she worked passed him.

“What about what I asked you to think about?” He snarled into her ear in a whisper.

Danika didn’t say anything, silently willing him to let go of her hair because it hurts badly.

“I’m watching you, princess. Very soon, you’ll not be able to run anymore.” He g*****d, pinching her butt from behind before he let her go.

Danika started out together with Sally. Sally asked her what was happening and she just shrugged. How does she tell her Sally that the slave trainer is desperately demanding for her body?

She’s just happy to be away from there for a little while.

When they got back to the palace, there were heaps of clothes to wash as usual. The only difference is that there’s Sally and she’s helping her.

They carried the clothes to the backyard. Sally washed while singing and dancing and talking, while she rinsed them and spread them on the rope.

It was evening before they were done with everything. She was so tired, she just wanted to rest her head and sleep.

But, Baski appeared on their way to her room. “The king summons you, Danika. Do NOT keep him waiting.”

Danika’s heart skipped a beat. She dreads this, the most. She hasn’t seen the king in five days. Since that night….

She forced her mind back to the present, said goodbye to Sally and walked on her own to his chambers.

She knocked and entered the room, but couldn’t find the king. Chad entered to tell her that the king is still in a meeting but will be out shortly.

She nodded. After he closed the door, she looked around the room openingly for the first time. The room looks just like him. Sophisticated.

She saw an adjoining door and walked right through it. It was a library.

Danika gasped, amazed at the amount of books that are there. As a person that likes books too, they drew at her.

She walked shelf after shelf, looking through the back of the books and the insides.

She must have lost track of time. She held a book in her hand, reading so engrossed. There were red smears to the back of the book and she wondered if that’s the way the book cover is.

She knew the exact moment she wasn’t alone anybody.

She turned and saw the king standing at the door of the library, his face expressionless, his eyes cold and angry.

“How dare you come in here?” He growled in a low voice.

Fear gripped Danika, but she didn’t let it show. She bowed her head. “Please, f-forgive me, your Majesty. I lost track of…..everything.” She whispered.

He stared at her, distain written all over his features. “Drop that book back.” He snarled.

She brought the book like it burned her hand.

“Kneel.”

Her knees sank to the floor. She held her hands together and twisted them.

“Come here.” He looked so angry, he scared her.

She walked on her knees towards him on the door. Her knees arching, she stared up at him.

He leaned down and his hand went to her neck. He wrapped his big hand around her collared neck and squeezed, choking her.

Danika’s eyes widened as her breathing hitched, she found it hard to draw in breaths.

His hand only tightened, his eyes blackened in dull rage. “You don’t ever come in here again, Danika. Ever. Because I’ll truly kill you then.”

Tears filled Danika’s eyes. He wasn’t using all his strength but he was truly choking her. She tightened her hands on her skirt to keep from holding his hand.

He let her go. His eyes bloodshot.

“But, then again, your father never gave Melia a choice when he spilled her b***d…” His low voice like granite, “…right here. With that book you were holding in your hand.”

Melia….his late sister. Melia, the pregnant princess dead in this library.

Danika lowered her head, her neck burning as she tried to drag in breaths. Will she ever outrun the sins of her father?

He turned away from her and started deeper into his bedroom to his writing chair behind the desk, waiting for her to follow.

She followed him on her knees. His personal bodyguard, Chad, was sitting down on the other chair in the room.

Another person? Is he going to share her? Her heart is in her throat as she moved on her knees.

Could this be it? Or is it what she’s been dreading all week.

As a slave, she’s long overdue for at least one torture session. Could it be why he summoned her?

No, no, no! She was almost panicking.

She’ll pick that he shares her with as many men as he wants, than to command her torture session.

She doesn’t want to be tortured. She dreads it with all the bone in her body.

She got to his chair, and waited beside him, her body trembling. Her heart beating loud in her chest.