Chapter 26 He Wants To Go Down On Me
Brea's POV
The guards dragged me down the corridor, my arms pinned behind my back. They didn’t bother to be gentle.
My bare feet scraped over cold marble as they hauled me toward Kaelen’s chambers, the torn remains of my dress barely covering anything.
Queen Nikolai’s screams echoed behind us, cut short by the wet sound of violence I didn’t want to imagine. My guardian was silent..still fighting, I hoped, but I couldn’t turn to look.
Kaelen walked ahead, whistling softly, like this was just another evening stroll. “Strip her completely when we get there,” he called
“Oil her up nice and slow."
One of the guards tightened his grip and I twisted hard, slamming my shoulder into his chest. He grunted but held on.
The other shoved me forward, my knee buckled, the iron biting deeper into my wrists.
We reached Kaelen's suite. The moment one guard fumbled with the latch I drove my heel back into the shin of the one holding me.
His grip loosened just enough. I spun, brought my cuffed hands up and smashed them across his jaw. He staggered, blood from his lip.
The second guard lunged. I ducked and ran. I ran barefoot my dress already torn and flapping uselessly around my thighs.
I ran as the corridor stretched ahead and I took it fast, servants scattering out of my way, trays hitting the floor, the security panels along the walls flashing red. Behind me I could already hear boots.
Kaelen’s cruel laugh chased me immediately. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
He didn’t run full speed. He stalked, letting me get just far enough ahead to taste hope. My heart hammered with my bare feet slapped against the stone, each step stinging.
The torn dress slipped further as I ran, one strap gone, the fabric barely staying up. The cuffs made it harder to move but I didn't slow down.
My lungs were on fire and the halls kept turning and for one second I actually thought I had a chance.
His footsteps got closer. I looked back and wished I hadn't.
He was smiling, not even running hard, just gaining on me like this was something he was enjoying. Servants flattened themselves against the walls as we passed.
Then his footsteps quickened. I rounded the corner into a narrower side hall, lungs burning, and that was when he struck. He didn’t care who saw.
The entire palace already belonged to him now servants, guards, nobles. No one would stop their new master from claiming what he wanted
His hand slammed between my shoulder blades, smashing me face-first into the wall. The impact jolted through my skull and rattled my teeth.
His hand fisted into my dress and tore it apart like it meant nothing. I froze, bot because I couldn’t fight, but because, for a second, I understood something that made my stomach drop.
No one was going to stop him. He immediately groped my chest roughly, squeezing hard enough to bruise, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh.
When he pinched my nipples, sharp pain flared bright and hot.
“No! Please—stop!” I cried out desperately, my voice cracking with terror. “Don’t do this! Someone help me..please!”
Kaelen only laughed, low and mocking. “Begging already? No one’s coming for you.”
His other hand forced its way between my thighs, stroking me roughly through the thin fabric that remained.
Two fingers pressed insistently against my entrance, threatening to push inside.
I clawed at his face. “No—get off me!” I lunged and bit into his shoulder, grinding my teeth until blood flooded my mouth through his torn shirt.
“Fuck... you bitch!” he hissed through gritted teeth. I slammed my knee up between his legs again and again.
He jerked back. I shoved him with everything I had, nails digging into his chest, and tore myself free. “Don’t....don’t touch me!”
My dress hung in rags around my waist. I ran, sobbing wildly, one arm pressed across my bare basts trying to cover them, the other pumping hard. Iron cuffs clinked at my wrists with every stride.
I ran staircase came into view ahead. If I could reach the lower levels, maybe disappear into the servants’ passages.
He caught me from behind near the top of the stairs. His arm locked around my waist, yanking me back against him.
I felt the hard press of his cock grinding against my ass through his trousers.
He bit down on the side of my neck, teeth sinking in deep enough to draw blood. Warmth trickled down my skin.
His free hand shoved my ruined skirt higher and pressed two fingers threateningly right against my bare entrance.
“I’m going to bend you over his corpse and fill you until you break,” he panted, voice thick with lust. “You’re my whore now.”
I drove my elbow back into his ribs with everything I had. He grunted in pain, grip loosening just enough.
I twisted free and fled again, tears streaming down my face, blood from the bite mixing with sweat.
Sobs choked me as I ran, barefoot and half-naked through the palace. I didn’t know how I circled back. Panic made every hall look the same.
But suddenly the familiar double doors of Rayne’s private chamber appeared ahead.
I burst through them, my legs giving out as I crossed the threshold. I collapsed beside the bed, clutching Rayne’s still, cold hand.
“Rayne....please!” I shook his cold shoulder hard, voice cracking.
“Wake up… wake up!” My breath came in ugly, heaving sobs.
“He’s going to rape me… Rayne, he’s right there—please!”
The words broke apart. I couldn’t breathe.
“Get up… I beg you… get up!” The doors exploded open behind me with a crash of splintering wood.
Kaelen strode in, shirt torn at the shoulder where I had bitten him.
He crossed the room in three long steps instantly, and as he fisted his hand in my hair, he dragged me roughly to my feet.
“Rayne… I’m sorry,” I sobbed brokenly. “I’m so sorry…” I kicked uselessly. He slammed my naked body down onto the edge of Rayne’s bed, right beside the corpse.
The mattress dipped under the force. Rayne’s lifeless arm brushed coldly against my shoulder.
Kaelen tore away the last scraps of my dress, leaving me completely exposed.
He forced my legs apart with his knee and freed his thick, hard cck, pressing the blunt head right against my entrance.
His hands pinned my hips down as he tried to thrust into me quickly.
Tears streamed down my face in hot rivers. My body shook with ugly sobs as I lay helpless beneath him, the cold arm of the man I loved brushing my shoulder.
I hated myself for still breathing. I had given up. There was nothing left in me.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered brokenly. “I’m so sorry, Rayne…” I stopped struggling and let my body go limp, allowing him to do what he wanted. I just cried, defeated.
That was when Rayne’s eyes snapped open. His hand shot up like lightning fast.
Fingers locked around Kaelen’s throat. With monstrous strength, he lifted the tyrant straight off me and off the bed, holding him dangling helplessly in the air.