Chapter 158
Chapter 158:
“Ok. But I don’t believe it,” she said, ending the conversation.
An eerie silence fell between us as we walked out into the corridor.
“How did you get King Damon’s jacket? Did you take it?” “No, he gave it to me.”
I didn’t miss the suspicious look she gave me.
“Maybe being a breeder isn’t as bad as I made it out to be. You have the King at your service. Not everyone has that privilege, you know. Unless there is more to it,” she said, emphasising the last words.
“There isn’t,” I replied sharply, before scolding myself for betraying myself a second time.
“The King has asked me to put you in one of his master bedrooms. Anything you want will be at your disposal.”
After the tour of my new room, I finally went to sleep. Fatigue consumed me. It was as if a bulldozer had been placed on my body, preventing me from moving.
I was so glad Alex didn’t talk about why I was naked under my jacket and why I was in the garden.
I wouldn’t know what to say.
Murmuring a silent prayer, I was about to close my eyes and go to sleep when I noticed a figure standing by my door. Fear gripped me and I almost screamed, but the person was quick enough to wrap his arms around my mouth. When I had calmed down, the person removed his grip from my mouth.
“Damon?” I gasped in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” “As I said, we have unfinished business,” he said before pulling off my nightgown and plunging his big fat cock deep into me.
Damon
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“Hey, beautiful.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, making me bite my bottom lip afterward. Why did she make me say things I never intended to?
Not that she wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful, but I didn’t want to give the impression that I was drooling over her. An Alpha King doesn’t drool over his property.
Get a grip, Damon!
“My King,” she responded quickly, adjusting to make room for me on the bed.
I clenched my fist in the pocket of my grey leather jacket, fighting the urge to run my hands over her.
Fuck! It was so tempting.
What was wrong with me?
Why did it feel like I couldn’t be without her?
It had been weeks since our makeup sex, and still, I couldn’t control myself around her.
After finding out she was pregnant, I didn’t want to have sex with her anymore, but I couldn’t get enough of her sweetness.
She was the only one who occupied my thoughts from the moment I woke up until the moment I fell asleep.
My day wasn’t complete without her.
Most nights, I snuck into her room to sleep beside her, then left before she woke up. Her scent soothed my frayed nerves, and her presence sent my demons into hiding.
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