Micaela Whitlock was born and raised inside the Palace, having little experience with life beyond its gates. Despite the benefit of working at the palace, her life was anything but enjoyable. It has been 100 years since the beast overran the human world, eradicating the vast majority of people and enslaving the remainder. Unfortunately, her parents had been among the people who had been taken prisoner. She followed instructions to the letter, doing everything in her power to blend in and go unnoticed until an awful event occurred and irrevocably altered her life. ♧♧♧ " Do i scare you, Micaela." "Your majesty." I whimper, avoiding his gaze. I couldn't muster the courage to meet him in the eyes, not when his intimidating demeanour blocked every sense of reasoning. " mea bella mate ," the way he uttered those strange words, so soft, so delicate, like a sweet caress. Yet I couldn't bring myself to be swayed by his tactics. He wasn't just the king but a man betrothed to another, and I was merely a maid assigned to serve him. "What would Anastasia think if she walks in on our compromising position?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. " I couldn’t give two sh*t what she thinks or feels." His tone was so calm yet frightening. " She means absolutely nothing to me."

"Please don't do this. I beg of you." I mustered up the courage to speak these words. My voice is pleading, and my eyes are desperate to get to him. "I can't wait any longer. You don't know how bad I want you; even your tears turn me on." His face came closer to me. I could feel his warm breath on my face, and his words sent a chill down my spine. ☆☆☆ When a dangerous captor sets his sights on a young girl, he knows he needs to have her, even if it means taking her against her will.

My eyes never wavered from his, watching him approach me. he takes a hold of my neck gently, but with a slight amount of pressure, making his fury known. A flare of nervousness flashed through my eyes as I stared up at him, slightly confused but refusing to back down. "You belong to me." He stated, growling lowly. " You are mine to touch." He emphasized his point by grabbing the side of my waist with his other hand," You are mine to kiss. tis lips made a delicate pattern against the naked column of my neck. The feeling of my pulse accelerating didn't go unnoticed, and I watched him smirk sinfully at this. "More importantly, Mine to as i please.'" He tightened his hold on my throat while smirking in pleasure at the trembling air I let out. "Do you understand, piccolo fiore?" He whispered, carelessly nibbling on my ear. " Mine." ♤♤♤♤A simple encounter turns into something magically sinful.