Duchess Of Sebria ✔️

Triggers & Threats

13

The slap had stunned both of them. Renai breathed heavily as she processed what her hand had done in a fit of haste and exasperation. She couldn't keep it to herself. Her eyes welled up as she begged him for something she wasn't quite sure of by shaking her head.

"I..am..just leave me alone, I don't want this," She tried to push him off her but he was too fixated in his position. For the moment, she had forgotten this man was a king, not her friend anymore. Renai snivelled. She was never supposed to be under him again. She wasn't a whore like his father's sword of honour said. But what made a tear drop from her eyes was the fact he had also called her 'whore' during the pleasures of the flesh.

Zebian stared at her without betraying any ounce of emotion. Instead of hurting her for slapping him, he was stunned to his spot. His gaze was set on her. As if his world had ceased and only she was left before him. As if she would disappear in the air if he even dare to bat an eyelash. The thought stabbed his heart but struck thunder to his head.

He brought his fingers closer to caress her cheek, but before his callous thumb-pad could reach her flushed skin, she snapped her head to the other side, enkindling his evil side which was already breaking loose.

Renai quietly ground her teeth and glimpsed down. Her breasts were on display, her inner-thighs were dirtied with the ribbons of his cum. She was semi-naked under him like an open invitation, like a whore that they assumed her. Before embarrassment could strangle her, she adjusted her see-through white fabric over her chest and looked at him before gulping with a faint frown.

"Please, step aside," she murmured softly and gingerly averted her eyes to glance at anywhere but him. Even when her innocent face was faking audacity, the pulsating heartbeat against her ribcage due to his powerful persona quivered her insides.

"You are not ready for it," Zebian discerned, staring into her reddened face. She avoided looking at him. Turning blind to him and his feelings as always.

The frown creasing on her forehead deepened as she distastefully glanced at him. "I'm not privileged to pleasure you. Please dismiss me, your majesty," She whined in a low tone but the abhorrence behind her words was audibly detected by the king. Zebian clenched his jaw and climbed down beside her before he could harm her in a fit of rage. His chest upheaved with blinding anger as her words challenged his patience level.

She sighed shortly, her eyes flitted to the red drape looming above the bed once he stepped off. A teardrop leaked down her eye. The loop of disgustful words she heard years ago started clouding her senses.

If not today, then one day she will become. Such street girls are born to be whores.

Many moments later, she batted her eyelashes and asked in a daze. "May I dare to know why am I here?"

Zebian, who was lost in her, stiffened hearing her question.

"Because I, the very king, wanted you here," He reminded, uncaringly.

Renai smiled ruefully. Of course.

"I shall not dare to question but I believe you are merciful to forgive this commoner of your kingdom for what I'm heading to ask," She inhaled deeply.

"Why, your majesty?" She bit her lip after those words rolled off her tongue, aware of how her tone can get her behind the bars for questioning him but little did she believe he would regard their friendship.

While contrary to her expectation, no reaction came. No reply, no slap, no howling. Only silence stretched between them. She turned her gaze at him. The king was lost staring at her face with undivided attention. She gulped as the intensity of his gaze flushed her cheeks to the deepest shade of red.