Tears of gratitude spilled from Danika’s eyes because she suddenly felt safe from
all this. She didn’t understand the ridiculous feeling, but it was there.
She rose from the table and ran towards him, hiding behind him and clutching his
garment tightly. She didn’t care that this man was her captor. She didn’t care that he
was the reason she was here in this place. She didn’t care that she was breaking all the
rules of master and slave. She didn’t care that he was going to punish her for this
later. She didn’t care that he hated her deeply.
All that mattered was that he was saving her from this. From these vultures that
want to devour her.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Philip’s face was flush with anger.
Lucien got up from his throne and made his way towards them. “I said to keep
things at a minimum.”
Philip scoffed. “We all know that means no more than six people fucking her or
not to fuck her ass. Surely, it didn’t mean that no one will fuck her!?”
“That’s exactly what I meant,” he stated matter-of-factly. But Danika had the
feeling that he was lying…for her.
“That’s a lie! That is not what you meant. We all know how much you hate her,
and when we heard she was your new slave, it got us here in anticipation.” He licked
his lips eagerly. “We’ve waited for so long to fuck Cone’s daughter, and it’s her
introduction as a king’s slave, so we have a right to fuck her!”
Ten men nodded their heads in support, even as they played with their own slaves.
Danika’s hand tightened, and she pressed closer to Lucien’s back as if she wanted
to disappear into him. She whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.
“King Philip,” Lucien called in a low, deadly voice.
“Yes?”
“You have over twelve personal slaves. On their introduction, did I fuck any of
them?”
“No. But that’s because you weren’t there.”
“You’re right; I wasn’t there.”
“That’s right! And that’s because you were enslaved… by her father! Her family!”
Lucien stiffened, and Danika knew she lost this battle. He’d throw her to them now
and let them devour her like wolves. He’d watch and laugh with them.
The silence stretched, and Philip was smiling triumphantly, seeing victory within
grasp.
Then Lucien closed in on Philip. Danika’s hand on him only tightened, and she
kept walking behind him, his big, muscled body shielding her from the world.
Lucien stared at Philip and the expectant faces of the others. He didn’t shout when
he said in an icy voice, “She is my slave. The king’s slave. I own her. I give her out
when I want to, and not before. To whom I want to, and not to who demands it. She’s
my property. My possession. I claimed her. She is mine.”
Gasps filled the air.
With that, he turned towards the door and walked through it in that measured
charismatic stride filled with authority and power.
Danika pressed against his back, clutching him tightly, shielding her nudity with
his colossal body and matching his step.
Danika kept clutching and following him as they walked out of the royal court
until he got to his chambers and walked into it.
Alone with her, he locked the door. He turned and faced her, more formidable than
ever.
“Thank you so much f” she began.
“To the table. Do not lie on it. Just give me your back,” he commanded in a curt
voice, his expression darker than ever.
Danika did what he said, her body shaking with the adrenaline of what almost
happened in the court-what he saved her from. She was all too grateful to do what
he asked. She held the table with trembling hands and closed her eyes.
He came up behind her and worked his finger into her experimentally. He frowned
harder because she was not wet-not even from all the erotic plays in the royal court.
Danika didn’t know where he produced the liquid she felt him stick into her and
coat himself with. He never removed his clothes, and she was facing away from him
so that she couldn’t see his erection or any part of him.
He started pushing into her, stretching her. She gritted her teeth and tightened her
hands on the table. Then, he pulled back and shoved all the way into her, going deep
and bottoming out completely.
Danika cried out in pain, and she clawed at the table. He covered her with his body
and started plunging into her. The table rattled, and her body shook with the force of
his thrusts. One hand pressed down on her hips, the other one curled into her hair, and
she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the pain that would come when he
yanked at her hair.
But he didn’t. His body pilfered hers as he held her tight. He released her hair and
snaked his hand to her breast. He squeezed hard, tweaking her nipple, and holding it
in a grip that was almost painful… almost.
He angled his thrusts, taking deeper strokes inside her. He didn’t make a sound;
her cries and the sound of skin slapping skin were the only sounds in the room.
He was restraining himself again. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it.
Danika didn’t know how the pain started abating as he continued. It still hurt, of
course, but not as much as the night before.
Instead, she started feeling… she didn’t know what she felt.
It confused and scared her.
But before she could figure out what was wrong with her, he pulled out completely
and turned away from her. He picked up the fabric from his wardrobe and threw it
towards her.
“Get out!” he barked.
It was just like the previous night. He didn’t finish, Danika realised as she wrapped
the fabric around herself.
Still, she didn’t forget to thank him. “Thank you so much…for what you did in
court.”
“I didn’t do you any favors,” he snarled and turned away. “Don’t thank me, just get
out.”
Just then, his door opened, and a woman entered like she owned the place. The
woman was beautiful, and she was dressed extravagantly.
Danika didn’t know her, but the loathing that came from the woman’s face as she
stared at her was enough to make her cringe.
This woman-whoever she was-hated her.