The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 53

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.

“Aaargh!” She cried out at the pain that seared through her. She felt unbearably full. Danika squeezed her eyes shut and mentally prepared herself for the persistent rough thrusts to come.

He didn’t move. She was leaning against the table, her body trembling, and he was wedged deep inside her, only his h**s meeting her body, his hand holding her waist.

Her erractic breathing was high in the air, and he seems to be fighting himself. His hand clenching and unclenching on her waist indicated that.

He pulled back and stepped back. “Get on the bed.”

Whiplash of relief ran down her body as she leaned up. Her shaky legs carried her to the high king-sized well arranged bed with a red bedsheet clinging to it.

She climbed onto it and gave him her back.

Tears prickled the back of her eyes and she doesn’t know why. She blinked quickly to keep them away.

The bed dipped and he climbed in behind her. He was still clothed, she noticed as the ruffle of his clothing brushed her thigh.

Her eyes closed again, her body drew taut like a drawn bow as she waited for his rough invasion of her.

Surprise shot through her when he lined his phallus to her opening and slowly started working himself inside her. He pressed into her, inch after inch, going slowly until he buried himself to the hilt.

“Oh….” she breathed, feeling pleasure spread through her to dull the pain. She arched her back, feeling unbearably full.

He pulled back and pushed into her again, just as slowly. She bit her lips as he repeated the movement over and over again until her body was so hypersensitivity, her breath leaving her mouth in short gasps.

Then he picked up the pace, slamming into her so hard, her teeth rattled. The painful pleasure made her cry out repeatedly as he continued the movement, plunging deep and withdrawing and plunging again.

Danika clawed on the bedsheets, her eyes slid shut as he rocked her world…as he rocked her. His hand went around her and curled on her throat.

“What is it about you?” He g*****d again behind her, slamming into her again. His hand holding hers still to take his punishing hard strokes.

She sobbed, her body shivering. She couldn’t process the question he’s asking her because of the demands he was making on her body. He’s going to split her in two.

His hand snaked around and squeezed her breast. He twerked her nipple, drawing a m**n from her tight throat. Her hand shot out and clenched on his clothed thigh, trying to slow down the force of his thrusts.

The tears was back again. She wasn’t sure if it’s from the hurting slams of his body…or the things her body was craving from his.

She wanted…needed his warmth.

Him, to take her as a man would take his lover, not as a slave would take her master. Not as Cone’s daughter would take the monster her father created. She wanted him to take her naked, not clothed.

His hand on her neck tightened, his hand on her h**s pushing her back repeatedly to meet his hard thrust. He g*****d as he slammed into her repeatedly, hitting the very end of her.

She cried out as he angled his thrusts. The tears that prickled her eyes before, filled her eyes.

She knows that she had no right to feel the things she was feeling. She had no such right to want his warmth…if he had any to give.

She had no right…but she wanted. Her body craved. Badly.

And so, when he pulled back again, his organ gliding inside her tender flesh, her legs gave out and she fell face-foward on the bed. She twisted immediately so she laid on her back, turning to face him.

She closed her eyes, squeezing it shut tightly.

“Please….” She whispered, a drop of tears slipped from the corner of her eyes down her ears to splash on the bed.

“Danika.” He grated in a hard commanding tone.

She shook her head from side to side miserably. At that moment her brain had short down, she wasn’t thinking of how he’ll punish her for doing this.

“Please….” She whispered again, her eyes still closed tight, knowing he doesn’t want her to see him. She parted her thighs for him, her body lifting uncontrolled on the bed waiting for the embrace of his.

The silence was deafening.

In the back of her mind, she knows that he can forcefully pull her up and force her back to her previous position. He has the strength of so many men and he can easily flip her around.

She waited for him to do so, her eyes slid tightly shut. The night air whipping around,making her feel cold and empty.

Then, she felt his hand nudge her head and she raised it for him. When she felt the familiar feel of the blindfold coming down around her eyes, the deep feeling of relief and pleasure had more tears leaving her eyes.

The blindfold secured, he pulled back and she held the ruffle of clothes. The bed dipped again and she felt his weight come down on her.

“Yes…” She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. He stiffened at the contact, and took her hands into his, he pulled them high above her head as he thrusts repeatedly inside her.

This contact with his… This is what she wanted…what her body needed.

He pushed her legs far apart and slammed into her. She m****d as he quickened his pace, his hot breath coming out repeatedly to his ear.

With her sight gone, her other senses was heightened. She felt everything he did to her in a heightened sense. Every touch.

She raised her trembling legs and wrapped it around his waist, he growled in warning about her skin contact with his, but it didn’t deter her. He didn’t slow his thrust, instead he angled it, going so deep inside her he was hitting her cervix with each plunge.

She yelped under the onslaught of his fierce demands, but she squeezed her inner muscles around his organ..

“Oh….yeah…” His g****s of pleasure joined her sounds in the air, his breathing changing. His h**s came down faster on hers.

Using one hand to hold her hands, his free hand hand rested on her waist and clenched so tight, she knows she’ll wear the mark in days to come.

“Aaaaah!” She tossed her head back and cried out long and hard, and he pumped into her faster and harder while clenching his hand on hers.

A deep pressure began inside her body with each plunge of his h**s, it was so uncomfortable she started thrashing under him, whimpering repeatedly. The hand on her h**s only drew her more closer to meet each downward thrust.