The Alpha’s Slave

CHAPTER 2: Last Sex

BRIANNA’S POV

In Hermes’s chamber, he walked around me like a predator, his devilish gaze ravaging every inch of my body.

“You’re so pretty,” he said as he clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Of all the girls I have been with so far, you seem to be the… prettiest.”

He turned my face from side to side as I shivered, studying it. With that look on his face, I knew where it was all heading. And it wasn’t good.

Removing the robe I had on, he violently massaged my breast, then shoved his filthy hands down inside my skirt to do the same to clit.

“My lord please,” I whimpered. “I just returned from the hospital. I’m not strong enough for this…maybe another time…please”

He looked at him, provoked like an enraged beast and I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I hadn’t said that.

“This is my last se*x with you, princess. I need to make the most out of it. Like always, you don’t have to put in any effort. I’m the one doing all the fuc*king, aren’t I? All you have to do is lay pretty, spread those supple thighs and enjoy my c0*c*k like the good girl that you are.”

Last se*x…? That was the reason he had the maids fix me up and dress me in these tiny pieces. Does that mean he’ll finally let me go after all these months of being locked up in here? My heart skipped a notch at the thought of that. For every day that passed, I never stopped longing for my freedom. But I couldn’t be so sure he’d let me go. Maybe he was lying to get me to open up to him. This man was a lying psychotic brute. He can never be trusted!

I tried to beg some more for him to let me go, but he turned deaf to my pleas. When he felt he couldn’t get enough of me, he tore off the tiny pieces I had on, jacked me up and balanced me on his shoulder, spanking me as he marched to his bed. I tried hitting his back, but he didn’t feel a thing. His back was thick like his muscles were made of metal.

“My lord, please stop,” I cried as he plonked me on the bed.

I wobbled back toward the headboard of the bed, shivering with fear. In a matter of seconds, he already stripped, his hard-on ready to defile me, dangling with each movement he made. The bed dipped as he mounted but I continued flinching back, curling myself away from him like a scared kitten.

“Princess?” he pronounced. “Let’s get on with this, don’t stress me this morning. I have a very important meeting coming soon.” His lips folded in annoyance.

Seeing how persistent I was, he rushed and overpowered me. I screamed and tried beating him off but he was too strong for me.

Jerking my knees, he spread my thighs so wide I thought I heard my pelvic muscles snap. He slid in and fv*cked m*e so hard, like never before. I faded into oblivion, begging for death to come already.

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My heavy eyes slowly opened, and I was a bit surprised to find myself alive again. My head throbbed, and everything around me seemed to spin. I clutched my head and winced, and it took some time before my vision cleared.

Bits and pieces of everything that happened replayed in my mind as I spotted Hermes. He stood by the doorway in his light-coloured satin robe. It seemed like he was instructing his guards.

I sat up at the edge of the bed, taking a moment to inspect my body. I was still naked, and there were pink marks on parts of my thighs and chest. My hole felt like it was recovering from a severe burn injury.

Before I could stand, he pulled the door wide open and the guards marched in. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around me, covering my dignity. I rather spend the whole day locked up in the basement than be naked amid his guards again.

They seized my arms, the duvet falling off and draping onto the floor. I hated myself for standing naked amongst them and it was all Hermes’s fault. The guards were like programmed robots, just clutching my arms, and standing still with expressionless faces. They dared not find desire in my rawness or else Hermes would pluck out their eyeballs like he said. And I know he’ll do it. I have seen him do worse – like the time he killed one of his guards by stabbing him in his private area after he permitted him to have his way with me. That was the most gruesome and dreadful scene I have witnessed in my life.

“What is this?” I asked feebly.

He approached me, gently tucking my strands behind my ears and cupping my cheeks, making me face him as if I were a child. His golden brown eyes held everything I despised in a person. It was hard to believe I fell for them back at the jewellery store.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“You have done nothing wrong, princess,” he said. “You’re so beautiful,” he released his palms from my cheeks and my face slacked. His fingers travelled down to my puffs and he gave my nipples a hard pinch. I recoiled in response but the guards held me still.

“My time with you has expired,” he said after much focus on me, but mostly on my puffs. “I need to make money and also go out there and find another pretty girl like you…or one even prettier if I’m lucky.”

He kept calm afterwards, expecting to hear my voice but was disappointed. I was too weak and broken to talk and even if I did, it’ll eventually fall on deaf ears. The man standing before me was a wild, eccentric boar. If only I had known before I followed him, I wouldn’t have been facing all his ill treatments but he was the Alpha king of our kingdom. And I thought he would make me his Luna. I thought his feelings for me were genuine.

“Guards! Take her away,” he commanded with a fling of an arm.

“My lord please don’t do this!” I screamed. “Where are you taking me?”

I tried persisting but they were too strong, dragging me along like I was some children’s toy.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he smirked a sly. “Your beauty will fetch me a lot of money.”

The guards hauled me to the door and my heart raced in my chest, trying to make meaning of what he just said.