The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 170

Vetta rose from the bed and pulled off her clothes. She’d prepared for this night, so she wasn’t really wearing much. Sitting up naked beside him, she shook her head miserably.

“I am your Mistress, My King. I feel like I’m no longer good enough for you. Maybe because I wasn’t born with a Royal B***d inside me… Maybe because you have forgotten everything we’ve been through. Maybe you glance at me and remember dirt…” Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled, “The same dirt King Cone created when he raped my mind and my body, right in front of you…”

King Lucien slid his eyes closed, the memory made his heart—which was warm earlier in the day—go cold.

“He dropped a burger. Wanted me to crawl on my hands and knees, and eat it out straight from the ground with my mouth. Like a dog.” He remembered one of the events.

“Something so utterly degrading and demeaning for you.” She added on a whisper.

His head moved in a nod, “I would not do it, and so, he starved me for three days. Came back afterwards to force such humiliation again in front of twelve slaves. He raped you brutally right in front of me, because I would not do it.”

She closed her eyes at the shameful remembrance. She didn’t have to fake the tears, they came all on their own.

“I can still remember that like yesterday. Your screams. The b***d… I never forgot Vetta. There are some thing that can never be forgotten.” He g*****d.

“These memories stayed with me.” she admitted, her hand on his chest again. “When you keep me so far away like you have done these past few weeks, I cannot help but feel dirty. You do not want me anymore.”

He rose and palmed her cheek, “That is untrue. I do want you. And about your past, they do not define you, Vetta. What defines you is your present and your future.”

She lowered her head then and kissed his lips. His hand on her waist tightened; a small reaction, but with the King, it does not get any bigger.

She pulled back and sniffled, “See… I repulse you. You can’t even bear to k**s me but you do so with Danika all the time. She was the Princess… The Untouched… The Unraped… The Pure… The innocent… And I am just dirt.”

“I do not k**s Danika for those reasons, Vetta.” He indicated at her miserable cry, “And, you are not dirt. I do not like such assessment. If being battered makes dirt, then I would be mud.”

“Then, k**s me. Take me to bed…just like old times. I crave it; the pain, the pleasure, the pressure, everything. I crave you.” At that whisper, she kissed him again.

He remained unresponsive for a few seconds.

Then, he took over. Kissing her, he undressed himself. Naked like she is, she wet her hand with the lube on the table before touching his phallus. She took hold of his length and stroked him to arousal.

They laid on their sides, with her back to him. Raising her leg, she m****d when he pushed into her to the hilt. His thrusts were restrained and controlled.

Like his body was with her and his mind isn’t.

She reached behind him and circled his neck, aching her back to push him deeper into her. “Let go…” she m****d, “Let me have the man that fūcked me for more than five years. The pain, pleasure, the animalism, I want it all…”

It reminded him of that day he was overwhelmed and he lost ALL control with Danika. He has allowed him to really take sèxual pleasures so unrestrained, from his mistress before—but he has not lost the REAL control with her.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He grated out.

“I know you want it too, ” she persisted, rotating her h**s on his, in a way she knows he enjoyed. He emitted a low g***n.

She continued, “That man will always be in you… The one who loves to inflict pain and pleasure at the same time—I don’t mean s****l pain and you know it. It is one of the things Danika can never give you…”

“Do not pretend you know her. You do not.”

“I know her likes.” Swiveling her head to watch him over her shoulders, she panted, “Would she want you yank on her hair as you fûck her?—hard enough to hurt? Would she want you to bite hard on her neck?—enough to leave a mark? Pinch hard on her nîpple, not to pleasure but to hurt?” her voice lowered more to an octave, “Would she let you take her in the àss?”

“Vetta—”

“She would not want to. She can’t. You know it and I do,” Her pant increased, so did his thrusts, “She c-can never sate that broken man in you. The monster her father created.”

Her eyes glazed over as she pushed down on him over and over again, “I want that monster. I can feed him… You know I can…”

His erratic breathing was all that met her words, and his thrusts increased as he neared climax.

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Vetta watched him lazily the next morning as he put on his clothes in that unhurried way that has always been a thing with him. He eyes followed him greedily, a smile plastered on her face.

He was with her all night, and he held back too. It doesn’t matter much to her because she knows she got to him, and there’s a part of him that would always be hers.

“You are going to the training ground, and you would be training new guards today, right?” She asked, lying naked and sated on the bed, she has no desire to put on her clothes.

He reached for his gold-colored robe and pulled it over his head. “You have that right.”

“There has been some silent rumors between the maids…” She trailed off.

He spared her a glance as he tied his Royal belt which he wore when he’d come to her yesterday. “What is that?”

She bit her lips, “They said that Danika is seeing another man. According to the rumors, she has another lover.”

Eyes so cold they would freeze the toughest of men, snapped up and held hers. He spoke no words but he didn’t need to.

She’d pushed him too hard.

Vetta backpaddled immediately. “W-Well, I wasn’t the one that s-said it. It was a rumor I overheard—”

“I do not ever want to hear such a thing from you again.” He cut in.

“My King, I didn’t mean—”

He turned away from her. “Danika is not that kind of woman, she was trained better than that. She has more morals and principles than most princess. She would not do it…not when she finds it degrading and beneath her status.”

She sputtered in indignation, taken aback. “She is a slave.”

“She was a Princess. For twenty-two years.”

Why would he defend her like that!? It annoyed her greatly but she tapped it down. It makes it all the more entertaining and interesting when her plan proves him wrong.

In fact, it only solidifies her belief that the King will execute Danika when he finds her in the arms of another man.

Poor Danika. Vetta smiled greatly. It is a promising day.

“I have to be in court.” He strode to the door.

“I enjoyed last night, My King.” she produced in a surd tone, “I am yours to summon whenever you want. Even when you are forced in indulge your broken self and have…special needs. I am yours.”

King Lucien reached for the doorknob and stopped. He turned and walked back to her until he stood in front of her. There was a slight ting of pity in his eyes as he watched her.

“I am trying to heal, Vetta. Maybe it is time you try to do the same.” With that, he turned and walked out of her bedroom.