The Alpha King's Hated Slave
The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 54

“Oh, please…!” Teeth gritted and beads of sweat lining her forehead. She twisted harder when he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted the peak.

Unbelievable hard pain filled her chest and speared right down to her cl’t, the pressure in her lower belly that bothered on pain and pleasure increased to alarming degrees.

Neck straining, eyes squeezed shut, and wetness coming from her on its own, Danika was crying as she came for this monster.

She came long and hard, but he was squeezing her throat now at the same time her o****m peaked. She could breathe, but barely, and crying out her pleasure was not possible.

Her sight and her voice gone, the feeling overwhelmed her. She thrashed wildly under him, her hands pushing to be free from his, but he wouldn’t let up. Stars danced in front of her eyes and blackness started to cloud her vision from the intensity of it all.

He came down fully on her body, her breasts pressed to his hairy chest. His erratic breathing fanned her left ear. He growled some words to her ear.

“Yes.” She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but that lone word had tumbled from her mouth on its own. Her quivering legs unwrapped from his waist, falling to her sides like liquid. All strength has left her body.

Danika dangled on that thin line between consciousness and unconsciousness.

She was distinctly aware of him all but slamming his shaft into her, and then, he was releasing too.

He cried out hoarsely, his h**s coming faster, grinding in deep on her quivering thighs. The g****s of pleasure that tore from his throat was so very deep and masculine that she felt her entire body tingle from it.

Although it seemed impossible, Danika swore his c**k thickened even further inside of her, and she felt the hot, powerful jets of his release bathe her insides.

After several minutes of him surrendering to his pleasure, he collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing down on her lax body.

She suddenly wished there was strength in her arms and legs. She would have wrapped it around him, holding him tightly right there and not letting go.

It was only seconds after he had done that before he rolled away and lay on his back, breathing heavily.

He’d always worn her out. It gave her a satisfying pleasure to see that she did the same to him.

Just like that night a weak ago, she curled her arm around him. And even though he stiffened, he didn’t pull away her arm. She sighed blissfully, barely keeping her eyes open.

Air hit her eyes when he pulled the blindfold away. She blinked her sleepy eyes, trying to make this moment in his arms last. She wasn’t close enough…she needed closer.

She whimpered, trying to wiggle closer to him.

“You’re quite demanding this night.” He g*****d with displeasure, his voice laced with exhaustion.

But, as he said those, his arms snaked out on its own and he pulled her closer into his arms. “Just for tonight.” he grunted.

She nodded sleepily, burrowing closer to his already clothed body. She felt safe tugged away in his arms. It is weird, how she felt so safe in the arms of the only man he hates her more than anything. But the weirdness of it doesn’t deplete the feeling.

As she drifted of, she heard him ask that same question he’s been asking her right from the time he summoned her tonight.

“What is it about you?” His deep voice sounded so far away.

She answered the only thing she can as her mind went to slumber. “I don’t know….” she whispered.

He watched her for several minutes after she felt asleep tugged away in his arms. He’d allowed so much skinship between them this night…more than he has ever allowed in years and it’s because of something.

The feel of her wasn’t making his skin crawl like every body contact did.

Instead, the feel of her does something so entirely different. It gives him peace.

The peace wrapped around him like a cloak, dulling every raging demon inside him. Both inside of him and outside of him…screamed innate silence. Peace was like a living entity.

And as he drifted off to sleep, he still wondered what it was about her that made him this way?

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Danika was the first to open her eyes the next morning. Her eyes hit on the window behind the king. It’s dawn outside.

The silence of the early morning was eerie. Her eyes rested on the man who laid besides her. He’s still sleeping, his long lashes drawled over his closed eyes.

She watched him blatantly, hungrily. It’s just her awake and she’d always wanted to watch him upclose.

While he sleeps, none of the hard lines on his face were present. There was no frown line. His mouth wasn’t pursed in displeasure.

He looks handsome, Danika thought at the back of her mind. Even with the scar that started from hair down to his cheek, his neck and disappeared into his clothes, he is still handsome.

She moved her body a little and without staring down, she felt where his arms met her waist, while her own hand was rested on his chest. She doesn’t dare breath hard so she won’t wake him.

She didn’t know how long passed as she watched him, committing his image of his with all his guards down into memory.

Finally, she couldn’t keep her eyes awake anymore. She fell back asleep.