The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 4

A knock came to the door and King Lucien gave approval for entry. Baski entered, "I have gotten her to her room and I have also---"

"I don't need the details, Baski. I don't care." He stated curtly, scribbling down on the scroll.

"Yes, your highness." Baski said immediately.

"How's Remeta?"

Baski's eyes softened at the mention of her daughter. "She's doing fine, your Majesty. Her ears still doesn't do no good but she's doing better."

He raised his head, "How old is she now?"

"Fifteen, your highness."

King Lucien lowered his head.

Tears burned the back of Baski's eyes. She knows what the king is thinking, because that is her thoughts everyday.

Her daughter is too young to go through what she went through in the hands of the Mombana kingdom. Remeta will never recover from that experience at all.

"I'm glad. Send me Vetta." He started curtly.

Baski stiffened at the mention of her name. "Should I tell her to come prepared?"

"Yes."

"Alright, your Majesty." She turned and left.

Lucien paused his writing and stared down at his very-erect c0ck. He hasn't been able to cum with Danika and he wasn't surprised.

It's not because he didn't want to. But because he couldn't.

Only Vetta can make him come. She's the only mistress he'd kept for the past five years, which is the period they've been out of slavery.

Vetta was also a slave too before. She, and almost all the women in his kingdom. His relationship with Vetta started right there from hell.

Danika had him wired, and he needed the relief that comes from s€x. He's no longer a normal man. Cone made sure of that. He can no longer achieve satisfaction like a normal man.

He stared down at his scarred painful erection. Long scars outlined it, wounds from a long time ago that fried veins of his phallus.

Wounds that were fried to the extend the most of the veins and nerves there are no longer working right.

He has to put it a lot more effort to achieve satisfaction during s€x, and he has to achieve that satisfaction once he's erect because the more he swells, the more his scars stretch to painful degrees.

He has to really really work for it before he can feel pleasure while coupling...has to be extra rough, has to do other things...

Only Vetta can take him while he's this way.

While he hated Danika with every bone in his body, he isn't ready to unleash himself on her on her first night because he'll damage her beyond repair, even though he was really tempted to do that.

No, he doesn't want to kill her. Death has no part in the plans he has for her....at least not yet.

He closed his eyes, so he wouldn't remember the agony and pain of that particular torture that led to his scarred manhood.

That, was the most painful he ever endured in the hands of Cone. The one he can never forget.

He growled in rage. How can he even forget, when he's bearing the scars?

Danika. More hatred washed over him just at the very thought of her.

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A knock came on the door, and Vetta entered with a supreme smile on her face.

Her blonde hair that used to be so dirty, was now clean and long and shiny, not to mention wavy. Face that's always dirty before, was pedicured and wore very light beautiful makeup.

She felt his weight on her from behind as he leaned closer, changed the angle of his thrusts and started a short hard and fast plunge.

He went on and on, Vetta relaxed against him, taking it all both the pleasure and the pain. When he snaked his hand in front of her and slapped on her clit, she gave out a long moan, dangerously close to another orgasm.

He yanked on her hair so hard, he rippled a few strands off, gripping it in his fierce hold as he plummeted her ass. The action pushed her over the edge, the pain something her body always craved after being all her body knows for years and years.

As she jerked and jerked beneath him, he finally followed by his hoarse groan as he came.

A full minute later, he tugged himself back into his pants and faced the bathroom. "Get out."

"B-But my King---"

Her hoarse voice stopped him. Vetta always knows how to play her card, especially after wild couplings. "What is it?"

She arranged her clothes, mentally preparing the request. "The new slave...."

His eyes darkened. "What about her?"

"Can I get a training s-session with her?" She did her best to hide how much she wanted him to grant this request.

She can't wait to get a session with the daughter of Prince Cone. After being a slave for three years before their escape, she craves revenge too. Fvck, the craving is enough to give her body another orgasm.

"Why do you want to?" He arched his brow.

"Well, she's your new slave and I'm your mistress. I wanna get acquainted with her. No heavy stuffs, I promise." She lied.

He nodded curtly in reluctant agreement and headed for the bathroom. "Get out of my room."

Vetta watched him disappear through the doors. She has never spent a night in this room in all the five years she's his mistress, she thought with a pout.

She arranged her clothes and headed out of the room. Well, one step at a time. All in due time.