Novel & Cerita A Night With The King

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

Last night The rain outside the downtown luxury hotel hammered against the glass like a frantic warning, but inside Room 412, the air was entirely sterile. Elena Rossi-King stood at the foot of the king-sized bed, her wine-colored silk robe securely fastened, her breathing shallow but steady. On the mattress lay a man—unconscious, his breathing heavy under the influence of a precisely measured sedative. He had dark hair, a sharp, angular jaw, and a broad chest. To a casual observer in a dimly lit club, he could have passed for Nathan King.

Thrilled by the sudden turn of events, I let him inside, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and he was claiming me in ways I had never imagined. That night, under the tender caress of King, I experienced a profound intimacy, surrendering my virginity to him, and he left his mark on me. I had never felt happier, and as I nestled into his arms, I drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months. The next morning, I awoke to find King dressing to leave. When he realised, I was awake, he smiled and tenderly brushed away the hair that framed my face. I didn't want him to go; I wanted him to stay with me throughout the day. The thought of my lessons held no appeal; I wanted onl

''Your Majesty...'', A beautiful woman in her early forties approached the king who was standing next to a large mirror, busy dressing himself in casual clothes. He, however, didn't acknowledge her presence at all as he finished buttoning up his shirt... ''It is late, Your Majesty, it is not a good idea to leave now as the sun...'' ''And whose fault is that? That I have to go out this late and risk being attacked by the night creatures?'' The king didn't turn to face his wife as he interrupted her sharply, ''Weren't you the one who refused to live with her under the same roof?''

“So,” Jax said to King. “You and Naomi left the auction together last night, huh? Went back to your place?” “Yeah.” King drank his beer so he didn’t have to talk any more, looked around Dangerous Curves. It was Saturday night, so it was packed, of course, and his eyes skimmed over the women, wishing that he was with Naomi. He suspected that his social life was going to undergo some pretty dramatic changes, seeing as he wouldn’t be taking her to bars at any time whatsoever. He still couldn’t believe that she’d had the guts to set foot in Curves for that first meeting; he knew now where her skittish terror had stemmed from, and it just made him admire her strength even more.

I inquired the moment the door gave way. The door opened to reveal the king sitting behind a desk with piles of books on it. And he is not alone; Beta Waylen is with him. They appear to be working. What are they working on so late? Aren't they supposed to take the day off? "Why are you here?" The minute I stepped into his room, the king posed the question. "I could not sleep," I lied. I'm fucking sleepy. "You should have some sleep; we still have two more days to spend on the road."

It happened so fast, I didn’t even see the movement. “Trash!” The King stood up from his throne, and the true scale of his height finally became clear. Stories about the Nightclaw King were spoken in whispers around campfires—terrible, blood-soaked rumors that kept pups awake at night. They said he was a monster who killed without blinking. Looking at him now, I knew the rumors hadn’t lied. He had just taken a life, yet a dark, effortless smile played on his lips as if he had done nothing more than swat a fly.

I lift my nose to his neck and I just scent him for a second, "Hey, sexy. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be sleeping with Zay tonight." "What? Why?" I whine, trying not to sound too needy, but I tighten my arms around his waist and try to pull him even closer to me. King puts his hands on my shoulders and bends down to give me a kiss on my forehead trying to distract me, "King, really? You'd rather be with them even at night? Don't you remember when you said they were backstabbing bitches?"

That damn man… If he was going to caress her with those damn eyes constantly, she would have to put a stop to it, quickly, before she made a fool of herself. ***** Kingston grunted as he waited for Romaine at the door. The Royal Ball had finally ended and he was ready to finish his duty for the night and collapse into his comfy bed. His mission for that night had been easy enough, but it tired him out more than being in the midst of a dancing crowd at the clubs. “Did you have fun tonight, King?” Romaine asked when she reached him, stifling a yawn. “It’s not my job to have fun, Your Royal Highness,” Kingston muttered.

I thought within me. And then his eyes met mine. Just for a second. My breath caught. But just as quickly, he looked away cold and unreadable. Like I was no one. Like what happened in the morning never happened. Anger bloomed in my chest. So you came, after all. With her. You Coward Bastard!! He spoke then, his voice smooth but distant. “The King is not feeling well tonight. He sends his regards. Please enjoy the masquerade in his honor.”