เข้าสู่ระบบ“I want to—”The words barely left my lips before King Elias closed the distance and kissed me.The kiss wasn’t the gentle type of kiss. It was hungry, demanding, like he was pouring all his emotions into one kiss. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep as one large hand gripped the back of my neck and the other pulled my hips flush against him. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers curling into his shirt as my body melted against his solid frame.He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. “I want you,” he rasped against my lips. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked in and saw me naked. My sweet, innocent little servant… dripping for her king.”He walked me backward until my back hit the wall, his hands roaming over my body. He pushed my simple dress up around my waist, his fingers finding my soaked panties and tugging them down my legs. The cool air hit my wet pussy, making me shiver.“So wet already,” he murmured, sliding two thick fingers through my fo
I stood there frozen, my heart hammering, as the king’s question hung in the air; it was thick and heavy. The weight of the question resting heavy on my shoulder.“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice low and velvet-rough, “what exactly were you staring at?”I couldn’t answer him at this point. My mouth was dry, my cheeks were burning. I stood there frozen, my eyes locked on his perfect naked body, that still had water still dripping down his chest and solid abs. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could probably hear it from where he stood.King Elias stepped out of the bath completely, not bothering to cover himself with any piece of clothing. He moved with the easy confidence of a man who knew he owned everything in sight including me in that moment. He stopped just a few feet away, he was so close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his skin.“You’re trembling,” he said softly. “Are you afraid of me, Xena?”I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again. I didn’t k
I was hurrying down the corridor with a stack of fresh set of linens I had just gotten from the laundry room when the head housekeeper spotted me.“Xena!” she called sharply, her voice loud and stern as always. “The senior chambermaid is really ill. You’re needed in the king’s private chambers right now. Take these sheets and make sure everything is done to perfection."I froze in my tracks. “But I’ve never actually served in the royal wing before. I only know how to handle the lower halls.”She waved a hand, already turning away. “There’s no time for that. The king is bathing and expects the room to be prepared before he's out. Go. Don’t keep him waiting.”My stomach twisted with nerves as I climbed the wide staircase to the royal floor. The halls here were quieter, grander and lined with rich tapestries than the usual hallways I served in which weren't bad at all. But compared to this it was definitely inferior.I had never ever been this close to the king’s domain before. Everyone
Dax smiled, a slow, wicked grin that showed he knew exactly what she wanted. He grabbed her by the wrist and led her up the stairs toward the master bathroom. Flora’s legs felt heavy, like jelly, but the heat between her thighs was still burning.They stepped into the bathroom. The room was dark, lit only by the pale moonlight coming through the small window. Dax didn't say a word. He reached over and turned the shower handle all the way to the right. The sudden blast of cold water hitting the tiled floor sounded like heavy rain."Get in," Dax commanded.Flora stepped under the spray. The icy water hit her skin, making her gasp out loud. "Mmm-ph! It’s... it’s freezing!" She shivered, her nipples turning into hard points as the water drenched her hair, sticking the dark strands to her face and neck.Dax stepped in right behind her. He didn't care about the cold. He grabbed her waist from behind and flattened her body against the freezing tile wall. "You said you wanted strength, right?
The hallway felt narrow as Flora led Dax toward the master bedroom. She could still feel the wetness between her thighs from the couch, a constant reminder of the weight she had just felt. She pushed the door open. The room was tidy, smelling of Mark’s laundry detergent—clean, safe, and boring."This is it," Flora whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and pure, unadulterated lust. "This is where he thinks I’m sleeping. Get on the bed, Dax."Dax didn’t hesitate. He climbed onto the high mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. He didn't wait for her to settle. As soon as Flora crawled toward him, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at him."You want me to ruin this bed for you?" he growled, his voice vibrating in his chest. "You want me to make sure you can’t look at this pillow without seeing my face?""Yes... mmm-ph... please," she begged.He flipped her over, pinning her face-down into the very pillow where Mark laid his head every nigh
The house was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the click of Flora’s heels on the hardwood. Her husband, Mark, was standing by the front door, adjusting his security uniform. He looked tired. He always looked tired."Another double shift, honey," Mark said, leaning in to give her a dry, quick peck on the cheek. "The plant is short-staffed. I probably won’t be back until seven in the morning."Flora forced a supportive smile. "It’s okay, Mark. I know you’re working hard for us. Just... try to stay awake, alright?""I will. Lock the door behind me." He waved and stepped out into the cool night air.Flora watched his car pull out of the driveway. As soon as the red taillights faded, her smile vanished. She didn't feel lonely. She felt hungry. She reached into her silk robe pocket and pulled out her phone. She sent a single word to a number she had saved as ‘Plumber’.Now.She didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later, a low-profile black sedan pulled up. A tall man in a d







