He had wasted so much time because of the fight she had put up. So much time. Karandy counted on kidnapping her, drugging her, and fucking her mindless. He never counted on her putting up so much fight because of her present condition.
Watching Danika victoriously after she swallowed the pills, he let go of her neck and observed her with the joy of a cat watching the caught mouse.
Danika began sobbing. She pulled herself from his grasp to get away from him, and he let her. He knew that she would come crawling back.
“What did y-you give me?” she croaked; her voice was hoarse from being choked twice.
“You will find out soon enough,” was his smug response.
Danika did not want to be there. She wanted to be away from this man! She staggered to her feet and started towards the door, and her head tilted. The bedroom spun around her. The pills in her system battled her body, causing her stomach to hurt. She cried out and grabbed hold of her belly, trying to steady herself as she took another step towards the door.
Karandy frowned slightly. She was supposed to feel the effects of the drugs now, not feeling sleepy still. It should energize her. The seller said it would make a woman want sex and keep her excited for it. The seller didn’t know that the woman in question was pregnant.
Karandy’s arms folded, and he arched his brow while he observed her stagger unsteadily at her feet. Would her pregnancy alter the effect of the drug?
It did.
He watched her eyes slide close, and she fell. His arms shot out, and he grabbed her, lifting her off her feet in his arms. She was sound asleep.
Karandy wanted her energized, not asleep. His eyes caressed her incredibly beautiful face, the soft rise and fall of her chest. The wetness of her cheeks. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in sleep. He had to have her. He wanted her too much.
Turning, he walked back to the hay he had prepared for this and laid her down on it. Swiping his fingers across her cheeks, he dried her tears and kissed her lips. “At last. I have you to myself,” he groaned triumphantly. Her sleep did not alter their plan. The maid didn’t have to see them having sex; she would just have to catch them asleep in each other’s arms—like lovers.
Quickly, he got up and undressed himself completely, leaving only his white undershirt on. Then he began undressing Danika. He took off all her clothes from her corset and petticoat, down to her drawers and inner drawers. He pulled back and looked at her. He left her in her flimsy white cotton gown, which was the last of her inner-wear. He raised the gown, revealing her white cotton panties. His mouth watered at the flawless sight of her inner thighs.
Even the mistress’s hidden parts did not look as good as Danika’s.
Anticipation and impatience beat down on him, and he reached for her panties and pulled them down her legs, leaving her womanhood bare. Her creamy breasts tempted him from the cotton of her underthings. With unsteady hands, he unbuttoned her and freed one breast, which he fumbled eagerly, closing his eyes to savor the moment. He lowered his head and sucked her into his mouth as he massaged his cock. He groaned and moaned, his other hand caressing her face and flawless white skin.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He rolled, taking her with him so that he lay on the hay and her weight fell on top of him. He worked a finger into her and groaned as her muscles squeezed him. Hades! She would feel heavenly on his cock. And the pills did do something right. They made her soaked for him. He quickly extracted his finger and grabbed her waist with both hands. He raised her, positioning his cock to her opening and—
Sounds of footsteps made him pause. He heard the voice of an older woman.
Was she the maid that would catch them? Shit!
He thought fast. He could just lay her on him, close his eyes and pretend to be asleep with her. They were already in a compromised position. Before the maid could reach the king, he could have Danika and disappear. Holding that thought, Karandy laid her on his pelvis without penetrating her, and pushed Danika’s head from his left shoulder to his right so that her head and disarrayed hair would hide his face.
A second after he achieved his aim, the door opened.
But it was not what Karandy expected.
Baski was the first to enter the storeroom, followed by Vetta and the King.
The image in front of them spoke volumes—words that looked self-explanatory. Danika lay on top of her lover in an intimate position, and they were obviously sleeping after having a hot interlude together.
Baski gasped. “Oh, heavens!” She covered her mouth with trembling hands, her mouth wide in shock. She threw a glance at the king.
King Lucien stared at the scene in front of him blankly for a few seconds, as if his head hadn’t been able to process what he was seeing. When he did, his face closed like a book.
“By the Gods! What is going on here!?” Vetta gasped, looking shocked. She turned too and watched the king.
King Lucien said nothing. Absolutely nothing as he watched the scene in front of him intensely—like he expected the illusion to disappear if he watched it too much.
Baski felt her heart break to pieces for the king. He had been healing. He did not need this. He did not need this at all.
At the voice of the mistress and the pregnant silence that followed, Karandy realized that something was wrong.
Something had gone extremely wrong.
He opened his eyes and peered at his environment through Danika’s hair. The king?
THE KING!!!
He pushed Danika away from him and sprang up from the bed. This was not what he expected! This should not be happening!!!
This was not the plan!!!!
“My K-King!” he stuttered as he tried to get up from the bed.
The way he shoved Danika woke her from her slumber. She stirred, feeling disoriented.
Karandy’s legs tangled in Danika’s clothes on the bed, making him struggle to get up from the bed.
“Dargak,” the king spoke for the first time. That deadly monotone sent a chill down a confused Baski’s spine.
“Y-Your Highness!” The guard with the sword answered at the door and hurried forward.
Karandy untangled his legs from the clothes and he hurried out of bed. His feet touched the floor as he opened his mouth, “Your H-Highness, I can explain—”
The king moved fast; it took only a second. He reached for his sword, pulled it out from its sling and swung it towards Karandy’s neck. Baski screamed as Karandy’s head separated from his body and rolled across the room. His body crumpled to the floor. Blood puddled beneath him.
The scream jolted Danika more awake. She opened her eyes, feeling disoriented. Getting up from the bed, she rubbed her knuckles into her eyes, trying to clear her blurry eyes and understand where she was and what was happening around her.
The king turned towards her, a savage expression on his hard face.
Baski began crying, still unable to believe what was happening. She watched the king shatter before her very eyes. The king took two steady steps towards Danika, and before Baski could comprehend his next actions, the king raised his hand.
Baski didn’t think. She had no time to think.
“No, please! Not the collar! She is pregnant! Not her neck; she is pregnant!” Baski screamed instinctively.
But it was too late.
It was too late the minute they opened the door and stepped into this storeroom.
It was too late, for he did it before she could get the words out.