THE VICIOUS ALPHA
"I desire you now, beautiful Latifah". The King stated in what I might have thought as a calm but rumbling tone.
"Your Grace!". I said, avoiding his gaze, sobbing in a low, whining, and broken voice.
"Look at me!". He ordered, in a husky voice, but I quietly declined, looking elsewhere but his face.
"Latifah". He called out, sounding rather agitated this time.
"Your Majesty..I fear for my life, should the queen walk in and meet us in this compromising position-". I asked, barely whispering.
"I do not give a damn fvck what she thinks or feels". He said, in a rather calm tone, yet so firm it scared me to death. "I want you in my bed withering underneath me as you moan my name". He
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