Cold Blood | E.D

18. Great Timing

Finely Stone;

A heavy weight was holding me down as I tried to move. After many failed attempts, I gave up and opened my eyes to see what was preventing me from moving. Something was breathing on my neck, or rather someone. Yesterday's memories began to all rush back into me until I became stiff with realisation.

I fell asleep in the King's bed.

With the King.

How am I still alive?

I lifted my head up from the pillow, trying to sit up but the strong arm wrapped around my waist prevented me from doing so. I turned my head and saw the King sleeping peacefully next to me. The front of his body was leased firmly against my side, his warm breath tickling my neck.

I closed my eyes, trying to come up with ways to get away from him. I gave his arm a gentle push but it only tightened around me. I glanced at his face, noticing his eyes were open now. At that moment, I knew I was in trouble and nobody could save me. Why did I fall asleep? Why did I take care of him after all he's done to me?

Our eyes locked for a split second and before I could comprehend what was happening, he moved so fast that he was now hovering above me, not touching me. I realised there was no escape now. Those black eyes of his shifted to golden, I knew it was all over for me.

His fingers reached out and touched my jaw ever so lightly that I could've mistaken them for a feather. My scared eyes looked over his features as he came closer to me. In a husky, feel voice, he whispered, "Why are you so close to me?"

"I-I..." Was all I could mutter out, my brain becoming foggy. It was pathetic really, I couldn't even get a sentence out. The decreasing space between us didn't help either.

When his nose was about to touch mine, he moved his head slightly so he was touching my neck. My body became more frightened, thinking he was going to bite me. My hands, that were in fists with the bedsheets, reached up to touch his shoulders, I finally said, "Stop."

He took hold of one of my hands, intertwining our fingers and placed them on the pillow next to my head. His messy hair tickled my cheek as he whispered in a frustrated voice, "Fuck, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

Before I could speak, a soft kiss was placed against my neck, turning my mind into nothingness. He tightened his hold on my hand as I tried to squirm away.

"S-Stop."

"You don't want that, Finely."

"I do."

"Your racing heart says otherwise. I can read your thoughts, you know? You want anything but for me to stop." His fingers roamed every part of my skin. He took a hold of my neck, making me turn my head to the right slightly with his thumb, giving him more access as he placed small kisses along my neck, causing me to gasp.

Right when I opened my eyes, he used his speed to shoot across to the other side of the room. I watched as he turned his head towards the door, right as there was knock on the door.

"Finely, are you in there?"

Beatrice.

I sat up so fast my head was spinning. "Y-Yeah! One second!" I yelled.

I ran my fingers through my hair to tame it. The King was leaning against the wall, eyes closed while whispering to himself. I got up off the bed and hurried towards the door and opened it. Beatrice was standing there looking cheerful, then worried as she saw the King standing there.

"Oh! Good morning, Your Majesty." She greeted him with a bow. "I didn't think you'd still be here. I came to check on Finely, but I can come back.."

The King rolled his dark eyes and gave Beatrice the fakest smile I had ever seen. "Oh, no, no. Your timing is great. I was on my way out anyway. I need to go take care of this pounding headache of mine. Maybe Angelina can help me with it." His eyes watched me carefully as he said the last sentence.

I felt a sting in my chest as he said her name. Angelina was one of the maids here in the palace. She was undoubtedly gorgeous, however she probably despised me more than the King, if possible. He's going to see her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were going to do. But why did he bother to tell me that? Why didn't he just keep it to himself?

I wouldn't feel like I couldn't breathe if he did.

He's going to her right after he treated me like that. Like I was the most precious thing in the world. Maybe I was going insane. Staying locked away for years was finally stating to take a toll on me.

I kept a straight face as he walked past me slowly, as if he expected me to stop him or say something. Why would I? I would probably get beat again for ordering his majesty around. He looked over at me one last time before slamming the door, alerting others of his exit.

Beatrice looked towards me. "Finely, are you okay? I heard the King gave you some of his blood. How is it?"

Oh, if only you knew, Beatrice.