Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 813

Chapter 24 : We Didn’t Sleep

It was incredibly still in the room, the only sound that of Jared slowly turning the lock on the door into place. It echoed through the space with finality. We were alone. He turned to look at me, his shoulders tightening and then relaxing as he took a breath.

“Do you know what I am?” he asked, taking a step toward me.

My heart was beating a million miles a minute as he closed the distance between us, his gaze locked on my face.

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t form the words. Did I know who he was? A bounty hunter… murderer… closeted master of antiquities… Aeris has called him something else, though.

A lost prince.

“Why did he call you a lost prince?” I breathed as he continued to close the distance between us.

He stopped short of me, looking down at me and the way the moonlight was touching my shoulders. He didn’t answer my inquiry, but he reached out and ran his fingers over my exposed skin. I closed my eyes against his touch.

“You’re not safe around me,” he breathed.

“Why are you trying to push me away?” I replied, leaning into his touch as he stroked my neck.

“Because this won’t end well for us,” he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice.

I opened my eyes, finding him incredibly close now, close enough for me to rest my hand against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat hammering nearly as rapidly as my own.

“Why?” I dared to ask. I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes again as he reached up and plucked the pins out of my hair, releasing my curls.

“Eliza,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. We were silent for the space of a breath, my palm spread wide over his chest. “I’m a Dark Lord. Do you know what that is?”

“Yes.”

I knew of Dark Lords. I knew one personally, in fact. Maybe that’s why I’d found Jared so familiar. His dark eyes and even darker shadow of power suddenly made sense. Maybe like the White Queens, his lineage branched off into seemingly endless factions of family carrying the same powers and traits.

‘I’m not afraid,’ I told myself. ‘I’m not. I’m not.’

“I could hurt you,” he said, tilting his head so his nose grazed against mine. I felt his eyelashes on my cheek as he brushed his lips against my jaw. A shiver ran down my spine, causing me to curl my toes in anticipation. “I will hurt you.”

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” I whispered.

repeated, but his voice cracked over

replied, closing my eyes as I leaned

then leaned forward, brushing the softest

over me that I couldn’t

running up his chest and gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned low in his throat, a tremble running through his body as he tangled his fingers in

he’d locked the

held my dress up. He loosened them with his fingers, pulling on the fabric until

my breath, a desperate moan escaping my lips. He stole the sound with another kiss, then pulled the dress down until it rested around my

breathed against my

warm and rough against my skin. My n*****s

I couldn’t form the words anyway, no matter how hard I tried. He bent his head, running his lips across my chest, then took one of my

I liked

n****e, sending a rush of warmth down my spine. I threw my head back, shivering in

made a primal, very male sound deep in his throat that set my teeth on edge with desire as he knelt before me, his hands

traveled lower, the tip of his nose dragging over my belly before he kissed me just above my hip bone. I closed my eyes as he slowly pulled my dress down over my hips, exposing me completely to

his thumb over the

had in mind

drenched. I could feel the wetness pooling as he slid his fingers between my thighs. I hadn’t realized I

against the tender skin along my upper thighs as he pulled me closer to him, one hand spread wide on my lower back to

tangling my hands in

stupor. “I–I can’t–Oh, please–” I pleaded, my

then he pulled

bed. I looked up at him, watching as he hastily removed his clothing. His eyes were on me, on my body, on my legs spread wide on

his eyes glassy with passion, heat burning behind his eyes as he watched me. He was nearly all the way undressed, wearing

met my eyes, his gaze feral and dripping

holding himself over me as he bent his

down to my navel, and then between my legs. I shivered under his touch, then cried out as he slid his fingers inside of me. I arched my back, pleading with him as

not fully. I could feel the length of him resting against my inner thigh, hard and hot

worked me with his fingers, always slowing his movements whenever he felt my

was enjoying teasing me and making me beg. He was watching every shred of pleasure and desperation pass over my face, the corner of his mouth

legs open wider for him. I tore at his shirt, ripping it open in a shower of buttons

movement, my arms falling limp at my sides. With one hand he took me by the wrists and pinned them above my head, holding them firmly against

aren’t you?” he rasped against

afraid,”

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