MATURE SCENE AHEAD.. SKIP IF NOT AGE OR IF YOU FIND IT UNCOMFORTABLE
Rian's gaze locked on Alina like a predator closing in on prey. His steps were slow, deliberate, each one shrinking the distance between them until she felt her back hit the cold stone wall.
"You've been busy," he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr, the kind that made her pulse skip for reasons she didn't want to admit. His hand braced the wall beside her head, trapping her in a cage of his presence.
"I heard you've been seen in the Prince's chambers more often"....." I don't remember giving any orders for you to be there"
Alina's chin lifted in defiance, but her breath betrayed her — shallow, quick. "I serve where I'm told, Your Highness."
"That's the problem," he said, leaning in until his breath ghosted over her ear. "You serve too many eyes… but you haven't yet learned what it means to serve me."
Before she could reply, his other hand seized her wrist, pulling her forward until she stumbled into him. The wall was replaced by the solid heat of his body. His grip was unyielding, his stance crowding hers.
Rian pins Alina down, his body covering hers. He kisses her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. The kiss stole not only her breathe away but any thoughts.He tears off her clothes—A gasp escaping her. leaving her naked and vulnerable. He takes her roughly, his thrusts hard and unyielding—Almost like he was punishing her. Alina cries out in pain or pleasure she wasn't sure, her body arching against his. Rian's grip on her hips tightens.
"You think you understand this palace," Rian continued, his tone low and sharp. "You think you know where the power lies. But you're wrong." His fingers trailed slowly along her arm — not a caress, but a claiming. "I could make you… or I could unmake you. It's really that simple."
You are mine to use... Nothing but a worthless pawn. So know your place.
Alina's lips parted, but no words came. Her mind screamed to resist, yet her body betrayed a shiver she hoped he didn't notice.
Rian smirked, knowing full well that he had. "Good girl," he murmured, the phrase both mocking and possessive. "I'll decide when and how you're useful to me. And when I do…" He let the sentence dangle, the unspoken promise hanging between them like a blade.
his pace quickening. He comes with a groan, his body shuddering.
Without another word, he stepped back, Arranged his briefs and walked away .leaving her pressed against the wall, her knees unsteady and her heart pounding — not from fear alone, but from the dangerous thrill of having drawn his attention.