Nights with a King

A Fighter

Chapter 4: A Fighter

"Why did you do this to me?" I asked.

"Do what? Give you a title?" Martin asked.

I nodded. "I refused you. I defiled you. I disrespected you."

"Well, technically," Martin said, sitting on the bed. "Now we're even. We both have given each other what they don't want."

"So this is revenge?"

"No," Martin said. "I'm going to win your heart," he stated. "You're going to love me."

I gave him a hateful look. "I'll never love you," I said, firmly.

"I've never met a woman whose heart wasn't mine," Martin said, smugly. "You're no different. You are a woman after all."

"I don't want to play this game."
"Really...? I think you rather like playing," Martin noted. "Ask me anything and I will give it to you."

I opened my mouth.

"Besides leaving," Martin added. "I told you yesterday: You're mine..."

I pushed off my chair and bolted for the door. I didn't know how but Martin was faster. He slammed the door shut, blocking it with his body. I posed him a challenge and he couldn't resist.

I know... I'm crazy. I threw a punch at the King of Qihou.

Martin caught my wrist, amused.

"Let me go!" I exclaimed, throwing a second punch.

He moved out of the way. I tried fighting him off but we were at a draw... actually scratch that. I was at a draw. He was playing with me.

"Your resistance makes you even more desirable," he said in a low voice. "I want to see you change that fire into passion."

He had my back pressed against the wall. His arm cornered me.

"I want to hear you call my name," he said, caressing my face. "I want to hear you scream in pleasure."

I shook my head. My face reddening.

"Your innocence," he said, stroking my cheek. "I've never wanted a woman so much."

He pressed himself against me and I stiffened.

"You don't want it because you don't know any better," Martin whispered in a seductive voice. "I can have you begging for my touch."

"Why don't you just take what you want then?" I demanded. "It's not like I could stop you."

"I could," Martin agreed. "Would you like that? For me to force you? To make you expose yourself, make you vulnerable?" His hand grabbed a fistful of my skirt and began pulling it up.

I bit my lower lip and shook my head. "No..."

"Then don't tempt me," he said, stepping back. "I'll see you tonight. In the meantime, your new servants will show you around."

Three women walked in at the clap of the King's hands.

"This is Erica and Sami," Martin introduced the two serving girls. "They will be your servants. I also have my personal servant, Helen, here. Let her show you around and tell you about what's expected of you," Martin said. "Helen?"

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"Concubine Anna has been a little resistant to her duties. Reason with her, would you?"