Slave To The Alpha King

Before she could recover, he’d rolled her onto her back and slipped inside her. After the first thrust he had to hold still, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would explode. He wanted her to come at least once more, with him, and he didn’t want her to tease him.“You feel so good,” she whispered . . . and then Derek couldn’t hold back any longer. He plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Diana moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.“Oh, baby,” he gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or a prayer.If there was going to be awkwardness, it would come when they’d finished; when they looked down and saw that he was still wearing his socks and she still had her panties hooked around one ankle. But as soon as they were done, Diana rolled into his arms, curling herself ag

★ ★ ★DIANA ✓*The morning came quick, and my head ache like hell. I stared around my room and I couldn't find Micky."Micky?!" I called but I didn't hear any sign of him. My brain flashed back to the previous night incident. I remember Micky leaving me all alone at the woods. But why isn't he back yet? He knows his way back, why isn't he in here with me?SHIT. . .!! I cursed."Diana, your breakfast is ready." I heard Dad say from the outside."Okay, dad, give me a second." I said, stepping out of the bed. "Ouch!" I screamed at the pain in my wrist."Diana, are you alright?" He asked, sounding concerned.I was staring at my bruised wrist, teeth marks on it. "Yes, I'm fine. I just twisted an ankle.""Okay, but try to be watchful next time.""I will."It's face appeared to me, everything displaying in my head as if it were happening right now.And how come no one heard me screaming? Was my voice too thin to travel a long distance?Rule number one, I'm definitely not leaving the house

He wasn’t a male model but he should have been. His face looks so innocent. The lush, mother lode-gold hair he groomed so carefully had a rippling quality, a sign of his rude health. The aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and spartan shoulders spoke of strength. His best feature was his entrancing, wayfarer-blue eyes. Sloe shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a-light with joy. No wonder why Erica never stops praising him. And there are more about him I just can’t explain, the plain truth is. . . Indeed, he is every girls dream.But definitely not my dream, at least not yet.He sat on his chair. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what is your name, Miss?” He started, picking his fork.“ D. . . Diana. . . Alessandro.” I stammered.“Diana Alessandro,” he repeated. “What a nice name.” He drops the first bite of food into his mouth, grinding on it.“ T. . .Thanks.”I held my fork

FEELINGS UNTOLD. ★ ★ ★ ★WRITER ✓*Diana stood by the window, staring down the street. He walked out of the building, hopping into a black car twice longer than a carriage, which she recently learnt that it was a Limo.She had a white cloth in her hand, with a needle she used to patch it. “Does he always go out this early?” She asked Erica who was busy with the bed.“Yes, most times.” She answered.“But why? Does something always happen in the morning?” She took her gaze off the window, turning to Erica.“ No. He always goes out to work every morning and returns at night. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed that since you came here.”“ Nah. Then, I don’t think I seem to care about anything. Plus, I didn’t know him then.” She looked back at the window, watching as the car slowly drove off. “What type of work is that?”“An office work as they do call it.”“ What is an office?” She asked, Erica rose an eyebrow at her. “ What? I grew up in a local town, re

★ ★ ★ ★“I think you should get some rest.” Diana whispered, breaking the hug.“I don’t wanna sleep.” He whispered back.“ You have to.” She insisted. “ You look tired and distressed. I don’t want you looking like this all day. “His eyes looked heavy but he didn’t want to accept the fact that he was feeling sleepy. She held his hand, assisting him to the bed. He laid down on the bed, Diana covered him with the blanket.“I’ll check you up at noon.” She said about to leave, he grabbed her hand and in a whisper, he said;“Don’t go, stay with me.”“I. . .” She sighed softly. “I will stay. “He didn’t close his eyes until he had seen she is sitting beside him. Slowly, he let himself to be pulled by sleep.Diana watched him sleep soundly. He looks handsome when he sleeps and those long lashes made him look more beautiful.She made sure he was deep in sleep before she thought of leaving the room. She went to meet Erica in the kitchen.“Your highness you shouldn’t be here.” Erica said, dragg