A gift from the beast

JULIETTE

The sun gliding in through the glass windows landed directly on my face, disrupting my sleep, and forcing me to turn to the other side. I pulled a pillow in between my arms, hugging it tight as I drifted back to sleep.

“Do you plan on sleeping for the rest of your life?”

Darius’ voice jolted me up, and I sprang out of his bed, locking eyes with him from where he stood.

He smirked, leaned off the wall, and slowly approached me, “Did I disrupt your sleep, little pet?” He stopped before me and asked, his gaze drifting away from my face to my lower body.

He moved closer, grabbing my waist and pulling me to his chest. He bent his head low, the bridge of his nose brushing against my neck.

I shivered but didn't dare to push him away. A part of me wanted this closeness, to get a sniff of his intoxication musk and earthy scent.

Darius moved to my ear, his lips faintly resting on it, “You stink little pet. Go take a shower.” He said and retracted, grinning widely.

I frowned, feeling the heat rise in my cheek. “Okay,” I whispered and turned towards the exit of his room, but Darius grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.

“Where are you going?” He breathed into my face, and the scent of mint and cigarettes filled my nose.

“To wash up,” I replied, pursing my lips.

“But I didn't give you permission to leave.”

I scoffed, taken aback. “You said I should go take a shower. Where else am I supposed to do that?”

Darius's grin grew wider as he raised his hand, pointing behind me. I sighed and slowly turned to see what he was pointing at, and my heart swelled.

“Have a shower.” He whispered in my ear and nudged me.

I walked into the bathroom and I froze, taken aback by the enormous space and gleaming walls that looked pale and cool under the soft glow of sunlight spilling in from the high window.

A wide tub sat in the center, while a glass wall separated the shower from the rest of the room.

I had never seen a bathroom look so elegant, and I realized this was the first time I was stepping in here.

I was still gawking when a pair of hands slipped around me, grip tightened around my waist.

Darius whispered into my ear, “Why aren't you in the shower yet?”

My body betrayed me as a shiver ran down my spine, “Why? Do you suddenly wish to bathe with your slave?” I dared to ask.

He didn't reply, instead, he pulled away from me, and I turned to see him taking off the buttons of his shirt. His shirt came off, revealing his carved, broad chest, and then he reached for his trousers, unbuckling his belt and sliding them off. I should have looked away, but my gaze lingered until the tip of his fingers hooked onto the waistband of his underwear.

I turned away and scurried into the shower, hastily pulling off my gown to have the quickest shower and burst out. I turned on the shower and the warm waters ran down my body, I closed my eyes, letting it cool my tense nerves. But that relief only lasted for a few seconds until I felt him behind me.

His presence was instantly overwhelming as his body pressed against me, but his groin pressed even harder, forcing a gasp from my lips.

My breath stuttered when his hands slid around my waist and slowly traveled up to my boobs. Darius gently squeezed them, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. “Turn around.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning my neck despite the water running down on us.

I obliged and turned to face him, our gaze locked, dark, hungry. His hands carved around my neck, his lips stretching into that annoying smirk.

He kissed me.

His lips were soft and demanding, his tongue tangling with mine, sending tremors through my body. Another moan escaped my lips, I clutched to his shoulders for balance as the kids deepened, the heat between us growing unbearable.

I gasped when he lifted me, but we didn't break apart, my legs wrapped tightly around his torso, my wet throbbing core resting on his warm body.

I should have hated the way I surrendered to his touch, to his kiss, to his warmth, but rather, I craved more, I craved him, my core aching for his dick to be buried deep within.

Suddenly Darius pulled his lips away from mine, releasing his grip and gently placing me back on the floor.

His thumb traced my lips, as we both breathed heavily, almost sharing the same breath. He pressed his lips on mine once more, but it was a peck, then he said against my lips, “Finish up soon, there's a robe in the closet.” He said, cupped my cheek for a moment, and then stepped out of the shower and the bathroom.

Darius left me alone under the shower with desires I never dreamt of having for a man like him.

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I stepped out of the shower in Darius's robe, and my eyes caught the bag on the bed. I was skeptical about snooping around it until I saw the small note next to it. “For my little pet.”

I rolled my eyes and opened the bag, expecting another one of Darius's uncomfortable dresses, but instead it was a book with a red cover. I pulled it out of the box, and the texture was soft against my palms. It had a faint scent of dust and old paper.

I opened the front page and realized this was no ordinary book, but the supposed documentaries of the adventures, knowledge, mistakes, struggles, and victories of the great Kianka, the first ever woman to be Alpha in all of history, and popularly known as the Diplomat Goddess.

This was a rare gem, I had once tried to get my hands on it, but I didn't stand a chance against the thousands of people who wished to grasp the sacred knowledge of Kianka.

But here I was, the book of knowledge in hand, gifted by the beast. This felt like another dream.