The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 300

Several hours later, Anarieveta admitted to herself that she’s happy again for the first time in a long time. Genuinely, womanly happy.

He was right there in the kitchen with her when she was making omelets and he found every reason to make her laugh. At first, it was difficult—she doesn’t really have a lot to smile about.

But he was always making jokes. And when jokes weren’t working much, he told her stories about his children in the past. The stories were so funny, they made her smile. Smile so hard. Laugh.

It didn’t take long before she was laughing out loud as he told her tales elaborately.

They ate together. Went out on a walk together. When they got back, they sat in the wooden chairs in the backyard, talking with each other.

It was beautiful. It made Anarieveta so happy.

Gedony hasn’t changed in the past twenty-four years. He grew in age, maturity, and accomplishments, but he is still the same funny, witty, carefree, caring, compassionate man he always is to the people he cares about. Does it mean he still cares for her?

By the time they walked back into the house, it was almost midnight. They were holding hands. None of them wants to let go of the other’s hand, not even Anarieveta.

Then, they were kissing. Fire licked underneath her skin as her arms wrapped around his neck while he ravished her mouth. This time around, it’s not a soft, tender k**s but one filled with hunger and passion. He lifted her, and she pointed him through the short routes to her bedroom.

They undressed in quick motions in between kissing and touching each other. Oh yeah, Gedony Raskin did grow and mature better over the years, Anarieveta thought when her eyes caught his naked form completely.

His perfect naked physical form made her suddenly anxious and insecure about hers because she has scars in most places on her body.

After she’d made her school a success, she’d used a lot of money on herbs and treatments, which minimized and cleared some of her scars on her body. But some of them still remained.

However, Gedony wouldn’t have any of that. He undressed her completely while telling her verbally how beautiful she is.

And she is indeed very beautiful to him. He saw scars of course, but he also saw toned skin, voluptuous and so beautiful she took his breath away, just like she did twenty-four years ago.

She was barely a woman the first time they were together, but now, she is all woman. And all beautiful. He told her so.

Anarieveta was able to let go of all the insecurities when she saw the sincerity and stark desire in his eyes. Their lips merged again. They laid down on the bed, he came up above her.

Her knees clasped Gedony’s narrow waist, his hands on her, his mouth on her, demanding more. She whimpered deep in her throat.

“Hurry up,” she m****d, her entire being on fire.

But instead, he went slower. Kissing all over her body. Suckling her breasts. Touching her intimate parts that are all liquid with desire for him.

He took his time giving her the one thing she has never got from any other man. Not from King Lucien, not from men when she was a ‘Whore Slave’.

Foreplay.

He took his time licking and touching all over her body with such expertise that left her crying with emotions and sobbing for more. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she begged him to come inside her.

“Please… Gedony, I want y-you inside me.” She pleaded, her body stretched with so much desire she’s literally burning.

He penetrated her to the hilt then. No more preliminaries, no easing…just pure, primitive possession. He instantly moved in and out. Strong fingers dug into her h**s, moving her to meet his thrusts.

Good Heavens. What is she feeling? Her body wet and willing, she fought to adjust to his penetration…it has been so long for her. Her breath catching painfully in her throat as he plundered to unexplored depths.

The o****m had a life of its own, mercilessly, fiercely bearing down on her and ripping through her entire system. His name filled her head and then there was silence around them when she cried out and stars exploded behind her eyes.

Still, he thrust. “You okay, dearlin’?” His voice rumbled to a tone deep enough to echo along with her every nerve ending.

“Yes.” She pushed up into the hard planes of his amazing body. “Do it again.” Never did she know that such pleasure like this existed.

With King Lucien, there was no foreplay, he never loved her that way and she was always trying to please him. Always trying to manipulate him to belong to her.

But here, there’s no trying to please or manipulate, but pure, unadulterated pleasure from a man that cares for her. It was a new exhilarating experience.

“Do it again.” She repeated in a whisper against his neck.

He may have chuckled, tightening his hold, somehow increasing his speed. She could do nothing but hold on for dear life, her legs wrapped around his solid h**s. A painfully sharp desire washed through her again.

The wide girth of him filled her to the point of pain, his mouth hot on her neck. She had no control over the pace, no control over her own body as the next o****m slammed as suddenly as the first.

She bit into the hard flesh of his chest as she rode out the waves. She wouldn’t have missed this for the world.

Gedony g*****d when her teeth penetrated his flesh. When the waves stopped tearing through her, he reared up and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pumping his h**s the entire time.

His thrusts increased in speed and strength and her last image of his strong face burned into her memory—the sharp angles set into brutal lines of desire, his thick, dark hair wild around his shoulders.

She gasped as he pushed her shoulders to the bed, one hand moving up to tangle in her hair, the other clenching her h*p as he rode her. Burying her face in the soft quilt, she sobbed his name. “Ge-doooo-niii…!”

A stirring started deep within. It spiraled out into a sensation that stole any breath she might have kept. It strengthened to a pinpoint sharpness. She teetered on a fine edge, fighting against falling over, fighting against the unknown, when, with a fierce twist of his h**s, he forced her over.

She gave a sharp, keening cry as her pleasure spiraled higher and hotter until her world exploded. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream. Intense waves of ecstasy rippled through her.

She came down with a whimper, her eyes shut tight, her body slowing relaxing. He continued to pump in and out. His roar filled her head when a nearly painful release tore through him, echoing throughout her own body, her emotional shields in tatters.

She was sated and filled with exhaustion.

†*******†

Gedony Raskin watched Anarieveta sleep. Her face was so relaxed and beautiful, her eyelash shielding her brown-eyes.

They have been separated so many times in the past by forces he isn’t able to control;

His marriage.

Her Slavery.

Her mission by the late King Cone.

Her status as the King’s Mistress.

Her love for the King of Avalon.

But they are all in the past. She has been avoiding him and he has no idea if it’s because she still has strong feelings for the King, or she has no feelings for him at all anymore, or because she does not want her orderly life disrupted.

Whatever it is, he is not letting her go. Never again.

Anarieveta belonged to him first. She loved him first. She cared for him first. He was her first. In almost everything.

If she could love him before, she can love him again. He will do his best to make sure it happens. He will do his best to make her happy too. He wants her back. He wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

Gedony knows for a fact that she loves Merrily and Aiden very much, and his kids loves her back—she’s basically all they talk about for the past two years.

Oh yeah, he wants this woman in his life again. This time, not as a slave, but as his wife.

If she will let him.