Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Alpha Ethan–PDV

Iwatched her closely from the edge of the bed, my arms crossed, jaw clenched, as she stood at the doorway of the bathroom. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on her skin, and though she hesitated, I could see her fingers trembling as they reached for the hem of her nightgown.

She was slow–too slow

“Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous.

She flinched. Without a word, she pulled the gown over her head..

My breath caught as her bare breasts came into view. She was wearing red–laced panties, the kind no maid had any right to own. What was she thinking, wearing that? Was it for him–Matthew?

A growl rose in my throat. The rage I’d been holding on to started to dissolve into something far more dangerous–want

All the hatred I’d clung to, the disgust i tried to fuel, vanished the moment I saw her like that.

I clenched my fists. No. She was a liar. A betrayer. A thief of peace.

But still….the heat in my chest wouldn’t go away.

She turned slightly, her back to me now, as she reached to pull down the red lace. The sight of her full curves made my throat dry. Her skin looked soft- so soft–and it didn’t help that she paused again, hesitating just a second too long.

I stood up in a flash, walked to her, and with one swift motion, smacked her hard on the ass

She gasped, her body jolting forward.

“Don’t make me ask again,” I warned.

She didn’t. She pulled the panties off and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the water

I stood just outside the doorway, watching her silhouette through the steam. She was small in there, surrounded by cracked tiles and a rust–stained shower head. The water barely flowed in a steady stream, but she stood under it anyway, arms hugging herself, head bowed.

it wasn’t enough

Something inside me snapped.

Without thinking, I yanked off the sweatpants I was wearing and stepped inside the bathroom. It was tight–cramped–but it wasn’t worse than the space I’d grown up in. This was how a maid lived. She didn’t need luxury. She needed to remember who she was

But my own words felt like a lie.

She turned when she felt my presence. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The confusion, theathe, the fear–it was all written

there on her face.

Freached for her. Grabbed her waist and pulled her into me.

Her skin was damp, her body warm under the trickle of water

I shouldn’t be doing this. Not like this. But I was too far gone.

Her breath hitched when I leaned forward, letting my lips trace her neck,

Chapter 93

She didn’t resat, She never did.

And that made it worse.

1 kissed her harder, devoured her mouth like she was air, and I was suffocating,

I pulled her closer, inhaling her scent and fuck, was it the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced. She looked up at me, shy, but I won’t buying that. I was going to make her beg for me.

“Now go down and pleasure me,” I told her.

She hesitated for a moment before giving me that seductive smile. Then, without warning, she grabbed my already hardened dick. She stroked it teasingly for a moment before taking my full length into her mouth.

I moaned out in pleasure as her cold lips touched my dick. Her pace was slow at first, and after a few minutes, she increased her rhythm, giving me a blowjob like a pro. I rested my back against the wall, pulling her closer by her hair as I enjoyed every bit of it–and damn, was it fucking good.

After some moments, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and lifted her from the floor, placing her on my lap. I gently traced the entrance of her pussy hole, and she was fucking wet. I dipped a finger into her dripping wet pussy, which caused her to release a low moan she had probably been holding in. I added another finger as I slowly went in and out of her, finger–fucking her, her moans filling the atmosphere.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy as I positioned her the way I wanted, I stroked my dick a little bit, and-

When I entered her, it wasn’t out of anger. Not this time, It was slow, needy. Her arms circled my neck without her even realizing it. I thrusted deep inside her as I slowly fucked her.

I made love to her.

Not like an Alpha dominating a slave.

Like a man desperate to forget he had ever hated her.

Every move was filled with longing and confusion. I pushed deeper, trying to drown myself in her warmth. Her moans weren’t from pain. They weren’t even from foa

They were from pleasure.

And that more than anything–terrified me.

Because I wanted to make her feel good.

I wanted her to want me.

The water turned cold before I finished, but I didn’t care.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify