Vetta wanted him to take her from the front; she never had that kind of intimacy
with him, but she clamped her mouth shut. With the king being so unpredictable, she
wasn’t sure how he’d respond if she made such demands.
She pulled to her feet and faced the library shelf. She held on to the rails with both
hands and arched her back.
He produced oil and worked it into her ass. She moaned as he prepared her with his
fingers. Then she emitted a long, satisfying groan when he worked his big penis deep
into her.
“Oh, yes” She pushed back against him, even as he pulled back and shoved all the
way in again.
He started fucking her, unrestrained and rough, as usual. She reveled in it, his hand
pressing at her hips, holding her captive to take his brutal thrusts.
It didn’t take long before she was sitting on the very edge of climax in sheer
pleasure. She didn’t want just the pleasure; she needed the pain too.
She arched back into him, and he understood her silent request. He snaked his hand
down her belly to where they joined and pinched her clit hard without breaking the
skin. She cried out and started trembling as she felt her body tighten up. Still holding
her captive with one hand, his hips pistoning behind her, he held her clit with the
other hand and jerked hard on it.
She came with a scream, her body bowed out. Her orgasm triggered his. He
groaned as he climaxed, fucking her unrestrained.
This was what she needed. This was what he needed. This was what their broken
souls needed.
And she’d be damned before the Cause of Their Torment took him away from her.
Oh, she would be damned.
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Danika and Sally worked the mines together. Sally wanted to do the work alone,
but Danika adamantly refused. In the end, they did it together.
Sally told her stories of what had happened after her captivity. It shocked Danika
when Sally told her that the only people of her kingdom that were enslaved were
those that took part in abusing the Salem slaves. Otherwise, none of her people were
enslaved.
They had set the slaves of Mombana free to live as normal people. Her people still
stayed in their houses and went through their daily activities. None of them were
slaves getting punished for what they knew nothing about.
Danika blinked back the burning tears at the back of her eyes. It gave her immense
relief. She would never figure out King Lucien. Why would he be so good to the
people of Mombana after everything her father put him through? Her father enslaved
all his people when he took power.
She thought about it as she hit the ground with a hammer repeatedly. After that
story, Sally told her a fairytale as they worked.
The slave trainer, Karandy, was so angry at her. He entered the tunnel from time to
time to glare daggers at her. She pretended not to see the look.
“Yeeeeei! Look what I found!” Sally suddenly shouted as she dipped her hand into
the rocks and withdrew the stone-like silver object.
Karandy rushed in, his eyes widened at the sight before him. “It’s a gemstone,” he
noted reverently, his anger forgotten as he happily took the stone from her.
Sally grinned wildly and proudly as the others entered the tunnel to check out what
she found. “So, that means we’re getting tomorrow off, right?” Sally enthused
excitedly and began reciting, “I know the rules, too. You find a valuable mineral, and
you don’t work mines the next day. Instead, you rest because you’ve done a job well
done.”
Karandy nodded all too eagerly. “Yes, you don’t work tomorrow.” That would
give him time with the princess.
Sally frowned a bit. “Not just me; it’s the princess and me.” She raised her chin.
“We found it together!”
Karandy wasn’t there when it happened, so he had no way of disputing it. It pissed
him off because, as a slave trainer, he knew the rules better than anybody.
“Alright. Both of you,” he grumbled.
“Yeeiii!” Sally danced and dropped all her work tools. Danika, too, was happy,
dropped hers as well.
“We’re off for the day then.” Sally started out of the tunnel, and Danika followed
her.
Karandy snatched Danika’s hair and yanked her back toward him when she walked
past him.
“What about what I asked you to think about?” he snarled into her ear with a
whisper.
Danika didn’t say anything, silently willing him to let go of her hair because it hurt
badly.
“I’m watching you, Princess. Soon, you’ll not be able to run anymore,” he
growled, pinching her butt from behind before he let her go.
Danika started out together with Sally. Sally asked her what was happening, and
Danika just shrugged. How could she tell her Sally that the slave trainer was
desperately demanding her body?
She was just happy to be away from there for a little while.
When they got back to the palace, there were heaps of clothes to wash as usual.
The only difference was that Sally was there to help her.
They carried the clothes to the backyard. Sally washed while singing and dancing
and talking, while Danika rinsed them and spread them on the rope.
It was evening before they were done with everything. Danika was so tired, she
just wanted to rest her head and sleep.
But Baski appeared on their way to her room. “The king summons you, Danika.
Do not keep him waiting.”
Danika’s heart skipped a beat. She dreaded that the most. She hadn’t seen the king
in five days, since that night…
She forced her mind back to the present, said goodbye to Sally, and walked on her
own to his chambers.
She knocked and entered the room but couldn’t find the king. Chad stepped in to
tell her that the king was still in a meeting but would be out shortly.
Danika nodded, and after Chad closed the door, she looked around the room
openly for the first time. The room looked just like him. Sophisticated.
Danika spotted an adjoining door and walked through it. It was a library! Danika
gasped, amazed at the number of books there were. As a person who liked books, too,
they drew her. She walked past shelf after shelf, looking through the back of the
books and the insides.
She held a book in her hand, engrossed in reading it. There were red smears on the
back of the book, and she wondered if that was the way the book cover was.
Danika must have lost track of time because, suddenly, she knew the when she
wasn’t alone. She turned and saw the king standing at the door of the library, his face
expressionless, his eyes cold and angry.
“How dare you come in here,” he growled in a low voice.