The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 52

King Lucien was trying to scribble down some new development in the lower market to take to the Royal Accountant on the morrow

The sun has gone down for a while, and everywhere was relatively quiet for the night. But sleep eluded the king Lucien as usual.

For the past one week, he hasn’t been able to sleep so well like he did on that first night with Danika. What was it about her?

He’d asked himself countless times in the last one week.

Having tasted what a good sleep feels like, King Lucien finds himself wanting more and more of that peaceful dreamless state, but at the same time he’s done his best to make sure he doesn’t summon Danika for that.

How can the daughter of the man that took away his sleep, become the reason for his peaceful slumber after fifteen years?

The deities will never play such a cruel joke on him. The joke is too expensive. Too cruel.

He’d summoned Vetta and took s****l pleasures from her body, and even allowed her to spend the night in his bed. He never slept.

While Vetta slept with the satisfaction of a stallion who lives in a beautiful stable, he’d been awake like the birds of night, staring around.

Everything was different; the pleasurable feeling he got from his mistress’s body. The feel of her besides him on the bed. The feel of any part of her body touching his in sleep. Everything felt different.

In the end, he’d left the bed and written his scrolls until morning.

Vetta has tried to get on that bed from that day onwards but he was adamant when he refuses. He’d summoned her two more times in the last week to take her on the table and sent her away.

Last night, Chad’s sexmonia had taken over him again. He’d woken him up from a nightmare while pleasuring his body in the middle of the night.

As usual he’d woken, taken his personal guard to the bathroom and poured a bucketload of cold water on him. Chad had woken into clear eyes and the horror on his face was heartbreaking.

He’d panicked, but the king had calmed him down. They’re still looking for a cure for him. The medicine man isn’t having much luck on finding one. But, they will keep trying.

Lucien is never letting Chad go. No matter how bad his sexmonia gets, he will never let him go.

Chad has been through hell, and the king is determined to help him get better in anyway he can. He’d given more funds to the medicine man to keep searching far and wide for a cure.

Tonight, his head was pounding. After a long day in court, he was exhausted. Baski had made him portions as usual, but they only lessened the headache.

The restlessness and sleeplessness is there like a marrow in his damaged bones.

“Chad.” He called out at last, dropping the inked feather to his desk.

The door opened and Chad entered. He bowed his head, “My King.”

Silence was all that met his response. A silence that stretched, but one Chad is already used to.

He stood patiently while the king sorted through his own head. Chad watched him as he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.

“Tell Danika that I summon her.” He g*****d at last.

Danika knocked on the king’s door with her heart hanging around her throat. She’d been sleeping when Chad came to tell her that the king summoned her.

It’s almost midnight. The king isn’t sleeping for him to summon her, and she wondered if it’s by choice this time around, or he couldn’t help it.

“Come in.” The command came through.

She opened the door and entered into the familiar room. Her eyes found him immediately. She was seated behind his desk, leaning back on his chair, his eyes closed.

“You summoned me, Master.” She whispered with her head bowed.

“Strip and get on the table.” He ordered, his eyes still closed.

Lucien is never letting Chad go. No matter how bad his sexmonia gets, he will never let him go.

Danika swallowed softly. She didn’t know how much she wanted to be in his arms again, until this very command.

Her heart was panicked because of the pain she knew that’s on the way, but at the same time, her heart was elated because she’ll feel his arms around her again.

But the table?

The elation in her heart died. He wouldn’t be touching her on the table, he’ll only be drawing his pleasure from her body.

She sneaked a peak to his face, and saw the hard line of it. The angled set of his jaw.

This is one of the moment he wants remind them both who they are. She’s the daughter of Cone and he’s the monster her father created.

She started undressing, from her flimsy corset, down to her petticoat, underthings. Finally, she stood naked in front of him.

She walked to the hated table and leaned into it, giving him her back.

Seconds passed. Then, he got up from his chair. She heard footsteps behind her. The ruffle of clothings.

He closed in on her, his heat surrounding her but he never touched her. “What is it about you, Danika?”

The cold question sent a chill down her body. “Master?” She doesn’t understand it.

She felt his hand on her, he was sticking his liquid inside her, preparing her with his fingers. While her heart was beating faster, her body was wired…sensitive.

Why would that be? She asked herself as his rough finger flexed on the bundle of nerves of her womanhood. A m**n escaped her throat, she cut it off so fast but it was able to escape.

His hand stilled and he withdrew it. She felt bereft. The feeling confused her. Why would she feel this way?

She was still pondering on it when his body caged in on her and she felt his organ pushing against her. She spread her legs a little wider to be able to take his big body.

Pulling back and resting the tip of his phallus at her entrance, he slammed into her with so much force she nearly lost her balance.