14|| Belong to Him 🔞

No… it couldn’t be his majesty, right?

I blinked up at the man towering over me, my chest tightening as I tried to catch up to my thoughts. I had never seen the king’s face before. Only his cold, terrifying mask he always wore. And yet, even back in my old pack, everyone would talk about what he looked like under the mask. They said the king was ugly, that his face had been torn apart by his mother who left a scar so deep it made him look like a savage beast. They said he was so monstrous, that anyone who saw his real face would not be able to survive it.

That was what I knew and what I believed.

But this man… this man pressing himself against my back, with his hand moving from my wrist to my waist and his palm pressing into my bare skin. He looked far from a beast.

I should’ve pulled away, doing this here in his majesty’s library to a total stranger was a sin. It could get me in trouble if anyone saw us and misunderstood so I should’ve screamed. Instead, my body betrayed me. My stomach did a back flip as my thighs pressed together, and my breath came in shaky little gasps as I stared right into his eyes.

They looked exactly like His majesty’s

A shiver ran down my spine as his grip on me tightened, his thumb rubbed the side of my waist like a man would rub on a pet. It felt so intense that my legs went weak.

“Little one…” his voice was a low murmur, like slow intoxicating poison, it sounded like his majesty’s voice too. “You shouldn’t be here.”

The way he said it, was like a warning, that I should know better. That I was a bad girl that needed to be punished. It made me lose my breath as my heart kept pounding so hard in my chest it hurt. But I only think this dirty thought. That if this was really the king of this dangerous beautiful man was the monster behind the mask, the man I was sold too. But would it really be wrong to whisper Daddy against his lips?

The man didn't say anything else to me at first. He just stared deep into my soul and even when I tried to push away he wouldn’t let me go. He was really strong.

“I…” I bit my lip not knowing what to say. Trying to fight with my own thoughts about if he was really the king or not. If it barked like a dog and ran like a dog, was it a dog?

A part of me wanted it to be the king. He was the one I’d been dreaming of consistently and my heat, the one that had been making all sorts of things in my room, wasn't helping. I felt so hungry and starved for things I’m ashamed to admit. If I could just close my eyes and let this man fuck me, it doesn't matter if he’s the king or not.

Yeah! Dahlia, he’s not the king. Shit, if he wasn’t the king then I’d be dead either way. If he wasn’t the king and he could access the library, he would have to be someone very important.

Like the king’s advisor. If I told him who I was, or let him do anything to me, wouldn’t that get to the king? I’d just barely made Head Maid Smite not treat me like an animal, if I ruined everything, wouldn’t that put me back to square one?

“Ummm, I…I am a maid sent to clean the library. I was supposed to come in the morning but the door wasn’t open so…” his hand did not let go in fact they got tighter. His eyes went to the floor at the book I was holding and then he looked back at me.

“No one is supposed to be here.”

“I know and I’m sorry,”

“You’re sorry?” The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk. The kind of smirk that made your pussy lips quiver, that made you want to melt at his feet.

Before I could blink, he had both my wrists in one of his hands and shoved them above my head, my back hitting the shelf behind me with a dull thud. I gasped, my chest rising and falling quickly as his body pressed closer into my chest. I could feel his muscles all over me.

My legs trembled as I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I wanted to scream at him to let me go, that I was the King’s concubine and that he had no right to do this to me. But instead, my thighs squeezed together like a shameless slut, and I let out little pathetic whimpers that he loved before his smirk deepened.

His body pressed closer, pinning me harder against the shelf, his breath going over my ear as he leaned in “You’re trembling sweetheart,” he murmured, like this was so fun, like me crumbling against him was his favorite way to pass time. “Not from fear… no. That’s not fear.”

He used his free hand to hold my jaw up, pressing our face close together so I have no choice but to stare in his eyes.

Then he started moving his hand down slowly and deliberately over my chest, past my waist, until his knuckles brushed the top of my thighs. I took a sharp breath, turning my head away and closing my eyes.

“Say you’re a maid again,” he was teasing me. His fingers pulled on the inside of my thigh through the thin fabric of my dress. “A maid wouldn’t be this wet already, pressed up against me like a slut in heat.”

My face burned and I wanted to cry out in embarrassment and he even chuckled more. “That’s what I thought.”

He grabbed the tip of my dress and pushed it up as his palm cupped me through my thin underwear, rubbing slow, lazy circles that made my knees buckle.

“Look at you,” he whispered against my head, pressing the hard length of his cock against my hip. “So desperate already, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

I shook my head weakly refusing to open my eyes as I bit my lips trying to hold back my moans.

“Tell me you like it,” he said, his grip tightening. “Tell Daddy how bad you want it.”

My entire body shook at the word ,as I opened my eyes slowly.

“I—I can’t,” I gasped, my voice breaking, my thighs squeezing together helplessly.

His mouth curled against my ear. “Why can’t you?”

“…Because…I…I belong to the king.”