Chapter 4 Newest maid in the quarters

Chapter 4 Newest maid in the quarters
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This is it.

My last chance to prove that I wasn’t just some trembling idiot. 

Ten sacks of gold. A house. A happy family.

It was worth it.

His dark hair falls in unruly waves and his jaw is set in a hard line. My stomach twists as I fall to my knees before him.

I lower my gaze, my face burning in shame. I know what he wants.

I know it all too well.

He’s taken everything from me— my family, my future, my back— and he’s after the one last thing I held dear.

My body.

“Look at me.”

I obey, my eyes meeting his. The room seems to shrink around us and I see it clearly in his eyes— a storm of emotions I can’t decipher.

This monster is just as conflicted as I am.

As drawn as I am. Hunger. Confusion. Need, so primal that it makes my pulse quicken. It’s all there. Heat floods my chest, and before I can process it, he moves, closing the distance between us in a blur of motions.

He grips my chin, tilting my face up to his. “You,” He growls, his breath hot against my lips.

I clench my thighs to rid the ache building up.

Or to revel in it— it’s hard to tell.

“Why have you come to shame me? Why are you mine?!” His words dropped heavy, yet soft, dripping with disdain and the unavoidable conflict of want.

My lips part in a shaky breath, words eluding me. In the same breath, his lips crash down on mine. I tremble on my knees, shock sprinting through me.

What?

There’s nothing gentle or loving about this kiss. It’s fierce, possessive, and demanding, his urgent tongue invading me with a hunger that leaves me reeling.

Wanting.

My fingers curl up in the air, too eager to hold, to touch. I lose my breath in the movement of his mouth against mine.

My body betrays me. This feeling of a thousand glow worms coming alive beneath my skin— it’s unrivaled. A soft gasp spill from my lips as my mouth instinctively opens wide, allowing him the liberty to glide his tongue on mine like he is memorizing my insides.

“You’re weak!” He mumbles against my mouth. “Useless. Pathetic.”

I am powerless against it. Against him. He is everywhere, his taste, his scent, and his strength overwhelming my senses.

The sound of metal cracks through the air and the cold feel of handcuffs slapping against my wrist. My eyes bulge, and I tear away from him, realizing what he’s done.

A sardonic smirk snakes up his lips. He mocks my shame.

“And cheap, too,” he announces, circling me. His eyes are dark and stormy.

His jaw clenches and for a moment, I fear he’ll strike me. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he grabs me roughly, hauling me to my feet and shoving me against the wall. 

His hands are everywhere, exploring everything, his touch brutal and possessive. He rips off my shirt, baring my skin to his lustful gaze as he dips his head and trails his lips down the slope of my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake.

“You’re mine,” He mutters against my skin. “And I’ll have you, whether you like it or not.”

He grips my hips and yanks me against him. I feel it—him— pressing against my back, hard and demanding. 

Lightning tears through my skin, leaving me in a leaky mess. I suck my teeth, pushing back against his hardness just so I feel it, again. 

The heat between my legs coils tight as he roams lower, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before dipping to the edge of my panties.

I am untouched— a virgin. The thought of what is about to happen sends a shiver down my spine but if it saves my mother’s life, I’ll do it a thousand times over.

I wonder if this sinful indulgence is for my mother, too. 

I can’t deny the heat pooling between my legs and the ache that has been building since the moment he touched me.

“Turn around,” He commands, his tone leaving no room for defiance. “Lie on the desk.”

My legs tremble as I approach the wooden surface and plate myself on it while he stands over me, eyes drinking me in with a dark hunger.

His fingertips trail a line from my throat to my navel and I arch, breathless. 

“Keep your legs open,” He murmurs.

I hesitate. My legs shake.

The pulsing between them is obscene, nothing like I have ever felt before.

But I part them anyway, slowly, shamelessly, and the rush of air across my soaked core makes me gasp.

I have never felt so exposed, so humiliating open but god, it feels good.

His fingers hover just above where I need him the most, circling, tormenting. He’s…playing with me.

“Beg.”

His thumbs circle my clit. “Beg for it.”

My pride flinches but my body betrays me first. “Please,” I whimper, “Please just…”

He travels further, barely an inch away from where I ache. Alpha Kane smirks. “Please, what?”

“Touch me, please.” The words slip through my lips before I can catch them, and finally—

Finally, his finger slips through my wet and swollen fold. Fuck! I buck up, but he slams a palm down on my stomach to pin me still.

“Legs wide open.”

The pressure of his fingers, rough and relenting makes stars burst behind my eyes. He circles my clit with maddening slowness, making me pant, writhe, and plead all while he stays on the edge, never letting me fall over.

I am on the brink, my cries filling the room until he withdraws his fingers and I almost, truly shed tears.

He leaves me aching.

“On your knees,” He orders. “Mouth open.”

My eyes widen, my heart slamming against my ribcage but I obey, wrist still cuffed and more willing than I should be. 

He sticks his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste myself yet exploring every corner as though he is sizing me up. “Wide enough,” he snarls.

I fumble with his belt, my fingers slick with sweat until I free him. My jaw drops when I see the sheer size of him. 

His cock springs free, thick and heavy with a glistening tip my tongue itches to explore.

“Suck,” he snaps.

I lean in, wrapping my lips around him and he lets out a low, feral moan. 

“That’s it.” He grips the back of my head. “Fucking take it.”

Alpha Kane thrusts into my mouth with a force that makes me gag. I choke around him, my eyes watering but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

My body is lost to him, driven by raw and primal instinct. 

And this– this gives me leverage. 

“Fuck!” He grunts, jerking his hips as his grip around my hair tightens. 

I suck harder, letting him use my mouth like one of his many whores. His cock twitches.

He’s close. “Swallow it,” he hisses, barely audible. “Every last drop.”

I gag around the full force of his hot and thick cum, my head bobbing relentlessly until I have swallowed it all, flicking my tongue over his length until it is wiped clean.

He looks down at me, please. “Maybe you are not all useless.”

Before I can catch my breath, he drags and flips me over like I weigh nothing, and then he pushes me flat against the table.

Alpha Kane spreads me wider, positioning himself at my entrance, and the blunt head of his cock nudges my throbbing slit.

He fists himself and rubs against me tauntingly. I cry out impatiently, “Please! Take me already!”

I slip my eyes close, and then I hear it.

Laughter.

Loud, sadistic laughter booming across all corners of the room. My eyes flick open and I see his face, his lips widely spread as the laugh bubbles through him, causing his shoulders to tremble tremendously.

“Wow, that was fun!” He forces out and I sit up, unusually aware of how naked I am before a man I should despise.

Tears sting the back of my eyes, the shame slapping me in the face as I cross my arms to shield my bare breasts.

Alpha Kane’s eyes crawl over me as he fastens his belt, his expression suddenly solemn.

“Others would beg for their lives to be spared, Omega.” He tilts his head, looking at me with Keen interest. “Not you. You beg to be fucked, to be slutted out.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, his expression turning grim. “How dare you think you’ll ever be worthy enough for me when one touch from a man has your dignity on loose, you whore!”

I can’t help it anymore. His words split through my heart like a scimitar and tears start to pour in torrents. 

“Jabari!” He calls out, throwing some random cloak at me. 

The guard storms in within a second, wearing a confused expression as he watches me wrap myself quietly. 

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Throw her in the dungeon,” he commands. “I’ll decide what to do with her when the sun rises.”

Jabari bows, reaches for me, and hauls me away like livestock. 

I can’t breathe or think. Shame clings to me like a second skin, and I still feel his prints, hot all over my body. 

I have failed this mission. 

I FAILED. I haven’t ever hated myself more.

Jabari tosses me into a small, dark room with an iron barrier. No windows and barely enough air.

The acrid smell of urine and sweat immediately blocks my senses, my feet sinking into whatever concoction of filth dresses the cold floor.

The corner of his lips lifts scornfully, “When the Alpha makes up his mind to kill you, I’ll be sure to make it painfully, excruciatingly slow, bitch.” 

I don’t dare say a word, my body still convulsing in the aftermath of Alpha Kane’s brutal effect. He leaves, slamming the rusty gates shut and leaving me to navigate the darkness.



Something pokes my side.

Something hard, and intentional. I stir.

It comes again, this time twice as forcefully, its impact reminding me that I have actually sustained too many rib injuries. My eyes tear open as I sit up with a gasp, gaze darting around to drink in my new reality.

Alpha.

Mate.

Dungeon.

Ah, yes.

It all comes crashing to me, but I barely had any time to collect myself when a loud voice roars, “On your feet, you filthy thing!”

It’s Jabari. 

My head whips in his direction and I register the rod he’s woken me with. Standing right next to him was someone else, a woman.

A damn gorgeous woman. Her skin is white as porcelain, hair is so fair that she embodies the look of an angel.

My mouth falls open. 

Was this the Luna? Rumors circulate about how he never pays her any mind and cheats on her with anything with a skirt. 

How can that monster do that to a woman this gorgeous? Above all else, why is she here? 

She steps forward, and her expression is almost unreadable till she speaks, turning to Jabari. “This is it?” 

Her index finger is pointed at me. It?

Jabari nods. “Yes, Luna Daciana.”

She eyes me, scanning thoroughly. Her eyes bore into mine, and the condescension is nowhere near hidden. It blazes right through her stare.

Her brows pulled together, making her whole expression a mean scowl. “This is what caught my husband’s attention? He’s never once addressed a slave, but this one got into his chamber?”

Jabari affirms with another enthusiastic nod. My stomach twists

“I think the Alpha will have her beheaded as soon as the cock crows,” Jabari adds.

Grabbing the hem of her lacy red dress, she takes a step closer and I flinch. “That won’t be necessary.” A wide grin plays on her pale face. “Henceforth, this slave works for me.”