All Chapters of Make Me Surrender, Red Lycan King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Laszlo Knight stood in the doorway. He wasn't shouting. He wasn't moving.But the entire room suddenly felt too small. The servant knelt behind him, pale and shaking.Laszlo's crimson-violet eyes slowly moved across the room. To Bernard. Then to Briella.Bernard's shirt was open. Briella lay beneath him and for one long moment, nobody spoke.Then Laszlo growled. Low and deep and so controlled."Briella."Her heart stopped at the sound of her name leaving his lips. Bernard slowly moved off her and Briella scrambled upright. Laszlo's eyes remained fixed on her."Get up and come with me."Briella's lips parted. "N-no!"The room became colder. Bernard immediately stood."She said no." He snapped. Laszlo finally looked at him and Bernard's body stiffened. But he didn't move. Instead, he tried his best to look dauntless and unmoved by Alpha Laszlo's dark gaze."You're in my house now," Bernard continued. "You don't get to burst into her room and...."Laszlo took one step forward and Bernar

Her hips rolled, riding her own hand. She was so wet she could hear it, the slick sound of her fingers sliding through her folds. Her head fell back, her mouth opening on a silent cry."Please," something inside her begged. "Please, fuck me with your sweet fingers."She came, hard, biting her lip so hard she nearly tasted blood.For a moment, she lay there, trembling, whimpering and panting. And then, she began to relax. The embarrassment hit her like a wave.Her cheeks burned and as it did, her pussy contracted and hit a second wave all of a sudden. Shocked, she struggled against her own hand, gasping at the realization of how wildly pleasureablw sex was.So.... this was what she'd been denied for years.Had Laszlo heard her whimper? She knew he had to have heard. He had probably watched the whole thing. She wanted to crawl under the bed. She wanted to die.She made the mistake of turning around.And this time, Laszlo was watching her. The cigarette had burned down to his fingers and

Briella lowered her gaze. “I know.”Natasha sat beside her. For several seconds, she said nothing. Then she touched Briella's hair, gently.“You've always been too gentle.” She whispered, brokenly. Briella almost laughed. “Gentle?”“Yes.” Natasha smiled sadly. “And that is why I'm afraid for you.”Briella looked at her. “Why?”Natasha reached for a small traveling case.“You seem.... so innocent. Too innocent for this world. And I don't want it to be like that. Well, let's ignore all that touchy discussions for now. There is no time. I prepared something for you.”She placed it on the bed and Briella opened it. Inside was a small bottle of perfume, a handkerchief, a silver pendant and a few personal items.Briella touched the pendant, intrigued. “What is this?”“Something to remind you of home.”Briella's fingers immediately tightened around it. Natasha watched her carefully, her eyes red with so much tears.“You'll need to remember where you came from.” She said.Briella looked up.

The car moved through the gates.Briella didn't look back.She wanted to.God, she wanted to.But she refused to give House Ashcroft the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.She sat rigidly in the back seat, her hands folded tightly over her lap.Across from her sat Laszlo.He looked completely unaffected.One arm rested against the door.His eyes remained on the road ahead.The silence between them was suffocating.Briella shifted.Laszlo didn't look at her.She shifted again.Still nothing.Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.“Where are you taking me?”“My kingdom.”She frowned.“I know that.”“Then why ask?”Briella glared at him.“Because I want to know where in your kingdom.”“The palace.”Her stomach dropped.“The palace?”“Yes.”“Why?”Laszlo finally looked at her.“Because you're coming with me.”“I know that.”“Then why ask?”Briella's lips parted.He was doing it deliberately.She could feel it.He was answering every question with the smallest possible answer just to fr

Laszlo looked down at Briella.Her cheeks were wet.Her lashes were clumped with tears.She looked so small against him.Something painful twisted inside his chest.He had been angry.But she had been frightened.And somehow, that realization hurt him more than anything the woman had said.His fingers tightened gently around her.He shut his eyes.For four hundred years, he had believed emotions were weaknesses.He had forgotten what guilt felt like.Forgotten what regret felt like.Forgotten what it meant to hurt because someone else was hurting.Yet now...Briella was crying against his chest.And he couldn't bear it.His voice came out quieter.“I'm sorry.”Briella stilled.The servants stared.The woman kneeling on the floor stared.Even the guards looked shocked.The Red King had apologized.Laszlo opened his eyes.He looked over Briella's head at the kneeling woman.His expression became cold again.But his hand never stopped stroking Briella's hair.Laszlo looked down at the tr