THE KING'S POSSESSION

Chapter 72

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content, including depiction of sexual violence. Reader discretion is advised.





Chapter 72: You are mine, dead or alive






Lucian's grip was firm as he hoisted Isabel over his shoulder, her screams and punches doing little to deter his resolve. He marched purposefully through the palace halls, ignoring the shocked stares and whispers of servants and guards alike.

Finally reaching his private chambers, Lucian kicked the door open and set Isabel down, immediately closing and locking the door behind him. Isabel's fury had not abated; she slapped him across the face, her eyes blazing with rage.

"How dare you!" she screamed. "You think you can just carry me off like some... some prisoner? After all you have done?"

Lucian's cheek stung from the blow, but he stood his ground. "I had to remove you from her presence," he said, his voice low but intense. "This is not the place for you to confront her. I shall not allow you to be harmed further."

Isabel's hands were trembling, her body still coiled with tension. "You do not have the right to decide what is best for me," she spat. "You do not have the right to feign concern, not after all you have subjected me to."

Her response was cold and filled with anger and so Lucian took a step closer, his eyes searching hers for any love for him. "Isabel, I have made grievous mistakes. But I swear, I will protect you now."

But her laughter was bitter, tinged with the edge of hysteria. "Protect me? From what, Lucian? The pain you and your queen have inflicted upon me surpasses that of any enemy."

Lucian reached out and cupped her face gently despite her attempts to pull away. "From everything, Isabel..." he whispered. "From anyone who seeks to harm you further. You have my word."

And yet Isabel's eyes blazed with fury still as she met his gaze. "Your word? Your word means nothing, Lucian," she hissed. "You cannot undo the past with empty promises. I despise you more with each passing moment."

Lucian's jaw tightened, his patience fraying. "Careful, Isabel," he warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "You do not understand the lengths I will go to protect you, even from yourself."

"The only thing I need protection from is you," she whispered, her eyes glaring daggers at him.

Lucian being the king, accustomed to command and control, felt his composure slip. His anger surged, and with a deep breath, he closed his eyes momentarily to contain the storm within.

"Do you grieve for your son so deeply," he began, his voice trembling with suppressed fury, "that you would curse me with every breath you take?"

"If that is so, then I will have the pleasure of giving you another," he declared, his eyes flashing as he finally opened them to look at her.

Isabel's eyes widened in horror, and she instinctively took a step back, realizing the full implication of his words.

She immediately reacted and tried to runaway but she was already too late. Lucian has already have a hold on her and as he tightened his grip on her body, he then threw her up on his bed as if she weighed like a feather.

"Lucian! Do not do this!" She panicked, nervously scrambling to regain her composure.

But Lucian began stripping each of his garments, piece by piece as his eyes stared at her with anger and determination — determination to impregnate her for his own satisfaction, to keep her to himself.

"I cannot deny that I somehow felt comforted by the fact that you have lost your son from another man." Lucian began as he crawled towards her, and all of a sudden reached for her foot that made Isabel scream.

"Stop! Let me go, you bastard!" She yelled and tried to kick him off only for Lucian to tighten his grip and forcefully pull Isabel towards him, her legs now spread apart with him in between.

"Do you know how much I have longed for you, Isabel?" He asked in a whisper as he leaned down to her ears, making her tremble in fear.

"I... desire you. Every now and then I yearn for your warmth. You are the only one who could satisfy me." He breathed that made her gasp.

"No, don't do this, Lucian. Please do not make me hate you even more." Isabel sobbed, her breath shuddered as she felt his cold, rough palms slid under her skirt.

"I do not care." He paused as his hand found its way on her flat, warm belly that once carried a child he thought was not his.

"Hate me more if you will. I will have the satisfaction of putting my own heir inside you. No matter how much you scream and fight me, I will do whatever to keep you beside me until you completely submit to me."

"You see, Isabel? I love you so much that I am wholeheartedly giving you the chance to carry my child, to have another son. He will be a prince and you will be my queen." He whispered once more and placed a kiss on Isabel's neck, and that feel of his lips on her skin made Isabel whimper in disgust.

"So be pregnant..." He paused and slowly slid her undergarments off her thighs. "Because if you would not, I will not hesitate to do this over and over again until you are swollen with my child." He hummed.

But Isabel's next response made him stop.

Isabel chuckled in pain as she looked him in the eyes with her own teary ones.

"So do it." She taunted, sliding her undergarment completely off her and spread her legs even more.

"It does not matter how many times you stain my body. It is only the body you will have. You will never have the satisfaction like you say you would." She exhaled, finally letting out what was in her mind.

"Because my whole being does not belong to you. Not anymore." She added and calmly smiled.

"So go on. Do what you must."

Lucian looked at her dumbfounded, his breath catching in his throat as his brows furrowed in disbelief. He could scarcely believe how much Isabel had changed. The woman who had once begged for his love, who had pleaded for a place in his heart, was now declaring that she no longer belonged to him.

And this somehow made him furious. He almost growled at her as he grabbed her by the neck with his hand and lifted her leg up as he forcefully thrusted himself into her which made Isabel whimper in pain.

"You will always belong to me, Isabel. You are mine, warm or cold." He spoke between gritted teeth.