Chapter 05: Clumsy Girl

~Richard~

I never used to cared about what a woman looked like. I only cared about my release, fucking them until they passed out cold.

That was the fun of it. It wasn’t my fault they couldn't handle my stamina.

To me, they were just weaklings.

Just prey.

That changed for a little while when I married my first wife. But my sins were too heavy, and the Moon Goddess took her away.

Pathetic.

Even that didn't stop my reckless lifestyle. I married another woman, but she was useless.

She couldn’t satisfy my insatiable hunger and her unnecessary greed irritated me to the core.

I didn't realize what I actually needed until three months ago.

A clumsy girl with a tiny waist and heavy, spilling breasts spilled whiskey all over my lap.

But it wasn't the spill that caught my attention. It was the sudden warmth of her small palm brushing right against my groin.

Something dark, twisted, and entirely reckless snapped inside me.

Zalyk growled inside of me. “Mine!”

He wanted her. I wanted her.

Since that day, I’ve latched onto her like a leech, stalked and watched her breathe, and savored every single moment from the shadows until I finally got her where I wanted her.

I didn't care about her dysfunctional home.

I myself have my broken toxic behaviour, so that just makes us both screwed together.

And I didn't give a fuck that she was my son's girlfriend. She belonged to me.

I just waited for the right moment until she came straight to me.

So no, I didn't feel bad about letting her choke on my cock last night. I wanted to completely erase my son's face from her mind.

And now, I was going to press forward and remove his name from her body. My name deserved to be there instead.

"Where are you going to get rid of it?" I asked my soft pink flower standing in front of me.

The way her body shook did something crazy to my head. I itched to grab her, to bend her right over this table and ruin her for making me starve this long.

"Y-Your Majesty... I do not understand what you mean," she stammered.

I scoffed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Don't pretend you didn't know who I was when you were choking on me last night, I wanted to say. But I swallowed the words back down.

I didn't know why, but for some reason, I wanted to take my time with this delicate flower.

"Come forward... will you?" I commanded instead.

She pointed a trembling finger at her own chest, and I nodded.

As she took a slow step toward my desk, her sweet scent of vanilla and burnt sugar clouded my mind, driving my Zalyk completely insane.

"Why don't you open that shelf for me... will you?" I asked, my voice dangerously smooth.

She blinked, swallowing hard before turning around to reach for the top shelf right beside my chair.

I needed her to see the truth for herself.

As her back turned to me, my eyes dropped. Her uniform was tight, straining against the heavy, round curve of her ass as she stretched upward.

My jaw clenched.

But instead of just being turned on, a sudden wave of dark irritation hit my chest.

"Why do you wear such short things?" I growled, the words scraping out of my throat.

I was furious at the thought of how many eyes had already gotten to look at those legs

.

She flinched, her shoulders tensing up as she looked back at me timidly. "It's... it's not short, Your Majesty. I've just grown past them."

I stared at her, my eyes narrowing.

Why the hell was she acting like this?

Where was the fierce, shameless flower from last night?

I knew I was pushing her too far, but I didn't give a fuck.

I was completely obsessed with breaking through this fake, polite wall she was putting up.

Just then, her fingers caught the edge of the shelf and she pulled out what I wanted, but as she did, it dislodged and tumbled out.

Thud.

The heavy silver mask hit the floor, rolling right until it stopped against her shoe.

Fiona froze, her hands flew up to cover her mouth, her green eyes blowing wide with sheer terror as she looked from the mask up to my face.

"It... it was you," she whispered, her voice trembling violently. "Last night... it was you."

A wicked, slow grin spread across my face.

I leaned back, letting her absorb the full shock of it.

"Now you know," I murmured, my voice dropping into a dark purr. "So do not waste time getting rid of that ink on your chest. I don't like it. In fact, how about I call a tattoo artist up here right now?"

I reached out, my hand moving toward the desk phone.

The moment my fingers touched the plastic, Fiona completely broke.

She dropped straight to the floor, her knees hitting the rug as she folded her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, Your Majesty!" she started to wail, tears streaming down her pale face. "I've committed a grave sin... Please have mercy!"

"No. No... shh."

The sound of her crying went straight to my gut, driving my wolf frantic.

I bolted out of my chair, dropping down to one knee right in front of her. I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her up to look at my face.

Fuck.

Being this close to her face, smelling her panic mixed with that sweet vanilla scent, made my dick twitch hard.

My pants felt instantly too tight.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Hmm?" I whispered, nudging her jaw gently with my thumb.

But she still flinched, her whole body vibrating with a deep, primal fear.

My eyes widened, a dangerous heat rushing to my face until I knew they were turning bloodshot.

Was she really this terrified of me?

The thought wounded something deep inside my chest.

I didn't want her fear.. I wanted her to surrender to me because she had no option.

"Don't be scared, okay?" I said, softening my grip but keeping her locked to me. "You're going to be my good little pink flower. I have absolutely no intention of hurting you."

I trailed a rough finger up her cheek, wiping away a hot tear. Her wide green eyes finally met mine, searching my face for any sign of a trap.

"Why don't you relax a bit? I'll order something for you. Yeah... some iced strawberry milk. Your favorite."

Her eyes widened even further, her breath hitching.

She couldn't believe I knew that about her. But I knew everything about her. I had to.

"Are you... are you going to ki... kill me?" she stammered out.

"I told you I'd never hurt you," I said, a low, genuine ache in my chest. "Don't wound me like that, pink flower. C'mon, be your usual self. I'm sorry I scared you. I'm just a little pushy, that's all."

I stood up, gently guiding her off the floor.

She nodded slowly, still trembling, and I guided her into the plush chair across from mine.

A few minutes later, a guard brought the drink in. I watched her take a few hesitant sips, the sweet pink liquid finally bringing some color back to her cheeks.

She seemed to relax, her shoulders dropping.

I leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing my arms as I looked down at her.

The tension in the room was stable now.

"So..." I started, a cocky smirk tugging at my lips. "Do you find me more attractive than any other man you've ever met?"

She blinked, completely caught off guard. "Yes. I mean..." She choked on her words, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of bright red.

I chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling in the quiet office. "Such a funny girl."

I took a step closer, crowding her space just enough to make her breath hitch again. "It's fine. You should speak freely with me, just as you did last night, pink flower."

She nodded, swallowing the last of her drink before looking up at me. “Is there... something I can do for you, Your Majesty?" she asked softly.

I smirked, leaning in so close that my breath brushed the shell of her ear. "Oh, there is a lot you can do for me.”

“But for now, I don't want to look at you and see that name on your chest. What do you say? How about we meet tonight? Then I can tell you what else I want... and you'll also get to tell me what you want." I added.

She swallowed hard, her pulse jumping against her throat. "O... kay," she whispered.

A wave of pure, dark satisfaction rolled through me.

She had agreed.

Our first official meeting was going exactly how I wanted.

"Alright," I straightened, but kept my gaze locked on her. "I don't want people putting too many eyes on you. If anyone asks why you were in my office, tell them it was something about your breakup."

I rolled my eyes, a bitter taste in my mouth at the mere thought that my useless son had been touching her all this time.

"Thank... thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty. I'll take my leave now," she said quickly.

She stood up so fast she nearly collided with my chest.

I didn't mind.

The sudden movement sent a fresh wave of her scent directly into my lungs, and I savored every single second of it.

"Wait a moment," I commanded before she could take a step toward the door.

I reached down, opening the lower drawer of my desk and pulling out a sleek black card. But as I went to hand it to her, my eyes caught on her face.

My fingers hitched. I found myself tracing the slight, delicious swollenness of her lips.

She shuddered under my touch, her breath hitching.

"I'm sorry I was too rough on your mouth last night," I murmured, my thumb rubbing gently over her bottom lip. "Here. Take this. Buy whatever you want and take the rest of the day off. Anyone asks... tell them the King gave you permission."

She nodded frantically, her small fingers snatching the card from my hand.

Without another word, she turned and bolted out of the office, leaving nothing behind but her addictive scent floating in the empty air.

A satisfied smirk spread across my face as the heavy doors clicked shut.

I leaned back against my desk, my wolf howling in absolute triumph.

I finally get to have you all to myself... “my pink flower.”