The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 43

Danika climbed the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back as usual, her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in between them.

She tried not to think about what’s about to happen. She tried not to think about what has happened. She tried not to think about the Royal Court. She tried not to think about Sally’s condition.

Instead, she squeezed her eyes tight, hearing the ruffle of clothings behind her.

He’d said he wouldn’t hold back. And while that warning scared the living daylight out of her, she wanted it. She needed it.

The bed digged and King Lucien came up behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. She spread her thighs wider, as wide as she could, readying herself to take the full length and girth of him.

But he withdrew, instead, he pressed his hand on her womanhood, she jerked when she felt the wetness of the warm liquid he was pressing in her. He was preparing her.

He worked a finger into a tight channel, she gritted her teeth and took the invading digit. Tears dropped from her eyes and splashed on the bed.

She’d cried for long hours, her head and her eyes hurt. Her eyes all red and swollen, and yet, the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted the pain, and when he worked another wet finger into her causing a little burn to spread through her, she pushed back at him impatiently, whimpering softly.

He leaned down, his body blanketing her and pushing her deeper to the bed. “What do you want?” His breath was hot against her ear.

“I want you t-to take me…hard and fast. I want you to h-hurt me….” She whispered, her voice hoarse.

Silence. His fingers worked inside her, pushing and pulling.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, Danika.” He g*****d at last.

Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she really doesn’t…but she still needed it. She pushed back against him.

“Do you know why I’m going to do what you want?”

She shook her head against the mattress.

“Because it is what I want too.” Then, he took his weight off her, pulling back completedly.

Before she could process his words, one hand grabbed a fistful of hair, jerking her neck back…jerking her upper body up from the bed while another secured her h*p, pinning her in place.

His e******n rocked against her outer flesh, hot, hard and heavy. No matter how ready her mind is, her body was scared to death.

Fear lit up her chest but she shut her mind to it.

Then, he pulled back and thrust violently, coldly, viciously into her. Her elbows gave way and she fell headfirst into the pillow. Her hands couldn’t support her.

Everything burned. Everything hurt.

She gripped the pillow, gasping for breath, sucking in material as the searing, frightening pain of being taken violently made her cry out. Hot tears were absorbed instantly by the pillow as the king rammed into her again.

He lost himself, turning inhuman as he rode her…just like she’s asked. Her scalp screamed where he held her captive by the hair.

Then, he took her harder.

His hard e******n plunged deep inside her, filling her, distorting her. The wetness he’d stuffed inside her prevented searing pain, but the fierceness of every thrust made her ache instantly with bruises.

She yelped with each stroke, his h**s slapping her butt. He grunted and rutted like a beast behind her, unleashing himself on her.

Fingers digging deep into her h**s, jerking her back relentlessly to meet his every surge.

Forgotten was the internal searing pain; the burning ripping of her heart. All she felt was what he was doing to her. All she felt was being used thoroughly.

Danika bit her l*p, cutting off the scream that rose to her throat as he withdrew and slammed into her again. Her back bowed as he thrust deeper and deeper.

He was groaning in pleasure, she realized. And even in the midst of that pain, a trill of power shot through her. She made him this way. She the one giving him this pleasure.

She doesn’t understand the thought or the feeling, but it was there.

His fingers gripped her h**s, holding her in place as he savagely thrust. Every pound sent shockwaves of agony through her, she whimpered and yelped. His hipbones dug into her a*s, adding more bruises with each thrust.

King Lucien thrust harder and harder, driving her deeper and deeper into the pillow. He filled her to the brink until Danika thought she’ll split in two.

“I told you. I warned you.” He g*****d, driving into her like a monster.

He was big. Too big. The feel of him moving inside her was overwhelming.

She didn’t know she started screaming into the pillow until he bumped suddenly, cutting out her air and the scream short-circuited.

His h**s thrust harder and she knew she had to put an end to it, or he’ll really split her in two.

She remembered all the scrolls and parchments she’d read and knew that she had to make him release faster because that’s the only way for it to end.

And so, instead of trying to get away, she pushed back, deliberately impaling him harder.

He grunted. “Oh….yeah.”

The grunt of approval encouraged that feminine part of her that wanted to please. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, rocking back, giving him everything she had left.

His breath came faster, harsher as he thrust again and again.

He was violent and cruel, every stroke measured for pain rather than pleasure. He bumped against the top of her v@gina, hurting her with urgency.

Curling over her, his back smothered hers as he snaked his hand around to pinch her nipple hard and at the same time, he sunk teeth into her neck and nibbled her.

Danika raised her head and screamed as he thrust again, filling her completely. Then, he froze and released.

Hot, wet streams spurt deep inside her. On and on and on.

His hands on her h**s clenched hard and teeth bit down on the sinew between her neck and collarbone.

He g*****d and m****d against her, his hard thighs shivering against her.

The second the last pulse of his release filled her, he pulled out and stepped back with his knees.

With a ragged gasp, Danika flopped to her side and curled into a tight ball.

The stickiness of his release smeared her inner thighs, and the collar dug into her neck, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

To her greatest surprise and fright, he suddenly pulled her up, and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes.

She cried out at the sudden movement and the darkness that suddenly surrounded her, she began struggling impulsively.

“Relax.” It was a ragged command.