The Devil in Reign

Adultress.

Through the door they went.

Alexandria tried to struggle out of his grip but Christian's strength improved drastically.

He slammed the door to the guest bedroom shut and practically picked her up and tossed her body on the bed.

She sat up, resting her arms against the black silk duvet sheets.

"Christian. I am engaged. I can't—" She was cut off by him slipping off his suit jacket and tossing it on the floor behind him before rolling up the sleeve of his dress shirt to reveal heavily tattooed arms, one in particular catching her eye.

AA. Her initials which were still there.

"Is that a problem, Ms. Sjöberg?" The man whispered, walking to the side of the bed and taking her diamonds off her ears and neck.

A delicate gasp fell from her lips like the trickle of a waterfall when his fingers gently graced her skin. She watched as he so softly placed down the jewels on the vanity across the room, his steps light against the marble floor but the same dark expression on his face, but this one of carnal desire and want.

She sat up for a moment to watch as he got on the bed before her, kneeling to cup her face with both of his hands, her cheeks feeling perfectly in the mood of them.

The limited space between them was thick with desire. She could feel herself starting to pant as Christian gently ran his thumb over her bottom lip, remnants of her crimson paint staining his soft flesh.

In the very moment, she wanted him. More than anything in the world. She abandoned all rationality in favour of the man in front of her, her eyes charged with lust as she pressed her lips to his thumb.

"Were you protesting earlier, baby?" Christian growled in a rasp, a tone of voice that made her shudder with want.

She couldn't even respond as she watched him unbutton his dress shirt, before pulling it off in the sexiest way possible that she could imagine, revealing his flesh that was an artists' canvas. Covered with beautiful inkings, all she could think about was her red lips tracing the intricate linings of the tattoos on his chest. 

"Of course you weren't," he smirked, grabbing her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

A fire seemed to explode within the pit of Alexandria's stomach as soon as his lips touched hers. She knew it was. She knew she shouldn't.

But who was she to refuse the king?

She held onto his arms, feeling his muscles move as they worked their way to her sides, onto the velvet fabric. As he pulled away, she was panting and he, smirking.

"This looks so beautiful on you. Fuck. But, I want to tear it off of you." He growled and that he did.

Tearing the fabric apart as he threw the fabric to the side, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Fucking hell, baby girl." Christian muttered as her lingerie was revealed. The black lace that made her body look even sexier than it already was.

Alexandria couldn't help herself. She couldn't even respond. She grabbed his silver chain that hung around his neck by the paper airplane pendant and pulled him down, his lips meeting hers just like that. She didn't have time to ponder the significance of it but she didn't care.

She could feel his bulge rubbing against her lace panty as he lay between her spread apart legs, his full pink lips tracing down her neck, making her arch her back with a plea for him to continue.

"I want you. Right fucking now." Christian demanded, not even waiting for her response.

His quick hands carried their way to the back of her crystallized bra, quickly unclasping it and throwing it to the side with no regards.

"Fuck." Alexandria gasped as she felt his lips trail down and between the valley of her breasts, his one hand cupping her left breast and massaging it with his palm, the cool rings making her sensitive nipple hard to the touch.

She let out an audible moan as his hand trailed down her toned stomach to the Lacey band of her panties, pulling the side down as his lips travelled to her navel. She was so turned on, her body was begging him for more before they were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.

And as king, he couldn't ignore a call.

Alexandria felt her face burn with shame and embarrassment as he answered the call to the side of the chamber, running his hands through his chocolate curls.

And just like that, His Highness was back.

"Oh, I–I'm so sorry, Christi—" She stuttered out, covering her naked upper body with the sheets.

"It's Your Highness, sweetheart." He snarled, "and you won't speak of this again." He stated before redressing himself, not bothering to look at what he had done.

"Will we be able to—"

"No. We will not. Go back to your life and leave me be. There was a reason we split all those years ago. Who gave you this stupid Idea that we should talk." He said sharply. "You're a witch. Doing all of this to me. I suppose I'm not the only man you whored around with." He spat as he put on his suit jacket and left with a swift slamming of the door.

Whoring around with?

That felt like a slap in the face to Alexandria. She pulled the sheets up to her face as she sobbed, letting the tears of shame, regret, helplessness, and embarrassment fall. She didn't know what to do. Or what she did wrong. She didn't know what suddenly triggered the mood or why he was the way he was.

She just lay down, under the covers, sobbing silently to herself. Because that's all she could do. All she ever did after that day.

A consumption of all her demons put together as a haunting ghost brought on by none other than the devil himself.

And he was one ghost that kept haunting her.

•••••••

She looked in the mirror to find her breast covered with love bites as she got up and decided to clean up. She sighed, getting ready to take a shower to rid herself of her sins. She went to pick up she scraps of clothing, spotting a shimmer on the bed.

It was a ring. His ring.

More than that, it was the ring.

The one that marked him as king.

••••••

WOWZA. That was all over the place. A whirlwind to write. It wasn't that steamy but it was still steamy. Like I promised. I felt like slapping Christian after he said all those things to poor Alexandria when he was the one who initiated it. Oh well! We still have plenty more to get to soooo. I hope you're enjoying the book so far. Have a good night, guys! xx