The King of Darkness | ✔️

Chapter Eighteen

The night chill weaves through the window and sends a shiver running down my spine. I hadn't realised how cold it had gotten while I had been tossing and turning throughout the night. My positions to sleep in are limited.

A loud bang sounds in the hallway and my eyes snap to the door. It has to be Darian, there physically cannot be anyone else on this island. It's not marked on any map in existence and Darian had made sure that not a single soul knew about this place.

The door flies open as Darian stumbles in looking like a hectic mess. "Hello... l-lovely Nova," Darian slurs and I know for a fact that he is drunk.

"Not very Kingly of you to be drunk," I mutter and look back to where I was staring at the wall. I hear the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor and I move to the very edge of the bed to keep as much space between us as possible.

I should have known that there would only be one bedroom.

"I'm not drunk," I hear him pull back the sheets before he collapses on the bed. I look over my shoulder to see him laying on his stomach, face down. "Okay, maybe a little," he admits.

I snuggle into the covers, trying to savour any warmth I can get. Darian provides a surprising amount of warmth and I try to revel in it as much as I can.

"Why did you get drunk?" I ask and turn to look at him. I can't help but notice the shapes and curves of his back muscles and how they flex when he moves.

"Why are you so cold?" he asks and I roll my eyes. Always changes the topic when he doesn't want to answer my questions. Darian is becoming too predictable, he needs to consider switching up his ways.

"Because it is freezing in here. Now answer my question," I huff and he smirks at me.

"Demanding a King isn't very wise," his voice is raspy and I notice his eyes flicker to my lips. He's drunk and acting out, I can't read into anything or make it out to be something it's not because he most likely will not remember this in the morning.

"Ignoring your future Queen isn't very wise," I counteract and he moves closer to me. He moves his hand to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and I feel myself lean into his touch.

"I can warm you up," he says and raises his eyebrows suggestively but I push him away by his chest. Such a pervert. I've never had one conversation with Darian where he hasn't suggested anything sexual.

"I'd rather not," I say with fake disgust. It wouldn't be the worst thing ever but my heart is someplace else... with someone else.

I could never betray Easton that way, whether he hates me or not.

"You know you want to," his voice is raspy and seductive. "I'll fuck you until you can't even remember his name," Darian's thumb swipes across my bottom lip before it dips into my mouth. I can't deny how much this is turning me on but I can't do this.

He takes his thumb out of my mouth before running it over my lips again. Next thing I know, his lips are on my neck, sucking harshly - sure to leave a mark. Darian's hand follows the curve of my body as he trails kisses up and down my neck.

"Darian," I moan, my voice lacking the conviction that I had wanted. His hand travels down to my thigh, gripping it roughly as his mouth travels lower.

"Say it again," he groans and squeezes my thigh even more. How am I letting this happen? But, I can't exactly stop it either. I move my hips to meet his, needing more contact, and he moans against my neck when our two bodies meet.

I tangle my fingers in his dark locks, revelling in how soft it is.

"We can't do this," I barely manage to say. I can't deny that I am aching for him, that my body is aching to feel every inch of him, to feel him inside of me - despite everything that he has done.