After that horrible experience in the royal court, the order came more frequently
for over eight years. It would be Chad, or any other male Cone wanted. Even after
Cone had scarred Lucien’s phallus severely, he had still ordered it.
Those experiences affected him badly-made him the colder and harder man he
was today. But for Chad, the experience scarred him more… mentally.
They trained slaves to get used to what they couldn’t change. Chad got used to it.
He started craving it. His body got addicted to it-to him. The best medicine man of
the kingdom examined him and diagnosed him with a particular sleep disorder called
Sexsomnia. According to the medicine man, it explained why Chad acted out sexual
behavior even while he was still asleep. He said that Chad’s mind kept replaying
experiences that were most traumatic for him; hence, he displayed them in his
subconscious, his mind trapped in the past.
The medicine man was still looking for an antidote for curing the ailment.
Lucian remembered little Remeta. He remembered seeing her mangled body that
day. And what about Declan?
Lucien closed his eyes tight to dismiss the memories. They wouldn’t go away.
When you had lived a nightmare for the past fifteen years, they became a part of you.
Cone made Lucien the monster he was today, and the truth was… he wasn’t sure
he could ever not be this monster.
Frankly, he didn’t care. Not anymore.
He threw the covers from his body and got up. His body was raging and painful.
He needed relief.
And tonight, he was going to get it. But not from Vetta.
Danika was sleeping, but she knew the exact moment when she was no longer
alone. She’d locked her door, and only one person had the key to unlock it.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the door. Lucien stood there, his face as
cold and as unreadable as always. Danika felt something different in that moment. A
chill went down her spine. The hatred he had for her was back in his eyes. Not that it
ever abated, but still.
“Get up and strip,” he growled; his voice, as always, even and unaffected.
Adrenaline filled Danika’s body. She sat up and raised her nightclothes above her
head with trembling hands. Her flimsy underthings followed right after her
nightclothes.
Naked, she stared at him, scared. He looked more terrifying and formidable than
usual.
“Lie on the bed and give me your back.”
She did as he said, her hands tightening on the cheap bedcover, and she closed her
eyes. His body covered hers from behind, and she felt him pressing against her. He
nudged her opening with his erection. Before it registered to her that he wasn’t
preparing her body, he worked the head of his phallus into her and shoved it all the
way in.
Danika let out an agonizing wail as the searing pain spread inside her. She grabbed
hold of the mattress cover. It hurt badly, and the burning sensation was too much for
her to handle.
He withdrew from her and plunged into her again, all the way to the hilt. She
buried her face in the bed and let out a muffled scream. His powerful hands went to
her waist; he lifted her, so her middle stopped touching the bed, and he began
pounding her earnestly. He took long, deep thrusts that caused her to let out more
muffled screams. He was bruising her badly-the pain was too much-and she started
struggling against him.
Only he had more plans for her.
His large hands readily held her down, and he covered her completely with his
body, caging her. He snaked his hands in front of her and grabbed hold of her breasts.
He pinched her nipples hard and didn’t let go as he pounded inside her with deep,
rough thrusts.
Danika started trembling with the persistent force of his thrusts, the sound of skin
slapping skin in her ears.
He didn’t pull punches tonight, and he wasn’t trying to restrain himself, Danika
realized suddenly when he fisted her hair and yanked on it hard. She yelped,
tightening her hands on the bed. He pushed both of his legs in between hers and
spread one of his legs forward, causing her legs to spread more for him. He pushed
her shoulders down on the bed, grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust so deep into her,
she forgot to muffle her screams and let out a high, piercing scream.
He was going so deep inside her; the pain was unbearable, and the force of his
thrusts were rough. The plunges were ruthless, long, and hard.
While Danika screamed, she distinctly noticed that he was groaning. He was taking
his pleasure from her for the first time, but brutally.
He let go of a nipple and snaked his hand down to the nub of her womanhood, and
he slapped her hard down there.
She cried out tearfully, and he slapped her clit again as he kept pillaging her body.
Danika’s thighs shook uncontrollably, and her screams resonated throughout the
entire palace. The sound was agonizing, excruciating.
“Please! Please!” she sobbed, her whole body shaking under the ruthless
possession.
He kept up the relentless thrusts, angling her again to go even deeper. The force of
his thrusts rattled the bed and jarred Danika. He grabbed hold of her nipple, held it in
a pinch, and pulled hard.
She writhed on the bed and screamed, unrestrained. In the dark of the night, her
screams were the only sounds heard in the palace.
Danika didn’t know how long had passed. She didn’t know just how long he
maintained such brutal strength. Her strength had elapsed a long time ago, and she
just laid there shaking, too tired to scream; she could only whimper and sob.
Then he grunted as he finished on top of her. He pulled out from her and got up,
severing all contact.
He arranged his clothing without a blank look on his face. He didn’t spare her a
glance as he walked out of the room, just as he had arrived.
Danika huddled there, unable to move her body. Everywhere hurt. Everywhere.
She closed her eyes tighter, whimpering like a wounded animal, afraid of the new
world she lived in.