Chelsea gritted her teeth tightly as her words slipped out, "you're not my King."Suddenly, his hand shot up and his long fingers wrapped themselves around Chelsea's throat. Startled at the abrupt attack, Chelsea could no longer hold out her struggle and the tray was released from her trembling hands. Their feet narrowly escaped from getting hit by the tray and the dishes as they crashed onto the ground.Chelsea's breathing hitched as his fingers crept up from her neck, dug into her soft lower cheeks, and pushed her up against the closest wall behind her. His eyes lowered from her face to the area between her shoulder and neck.With a hand pinching her cheeks, his free hand rise to grab the white lacey material around her neck and tugged at it. In a strong and forceful tug, the lace collar of the lingerie she had beneath her maid's uniform ripped. Along with it, the top few buttons of her tight blouse flew off by the force, revealing the pink collar bite that was previously hidden.Chelsea could feel the bite mark burn at the exposure. It was almost throbbing as violently as the heart within her chest.He put more force in his grip on her cheeks and tilted her head up so she could look at him from her height. "Is that so, little rogue?"The King slowly closed the gap between their bodies until their clothes touched. His fingers tips gently glided along the healing bite marks, leaving ghostly touches as they did. Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut in response to his touch, her head shifting toward the other side to give him more access naturally."Who am I to you then, if not your King?" he enquired huskily, lowering his head between her neck and shoulder.Chelsea fought against every cell in her body to not moan at his voice and words alone. Your King, his voice echoed in the back of her head. She shuddered helplessly in the end.Keeping her voice strong despite her reaction, she spat out her reply. "Nobody."

Ezekiel Flores, the billionaire CEO of a prominent tech company, walked through the lavish lobby of his hotel, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. Little did he know, he was about to have a chance encounter that would change the course of his life. As he approached the front desk, a young woman suddenly collided with him, nearly knocking him off balance. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Ezekiel steadied himself, ready to unleash a stern reprimand, but the moment he laid eyes on her, the words caught in his throat. She was captivating - long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a face adorned with delicate features, and eyes that seemed to sparkle with an intelligence beyond her years. "Luna Ruiz," she introduced herself hastily, smoothing out her rumpled dress. "I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Ezekiel found himself mesmerized, all thoughts of reproach vanishing. "It's quite alright," he assured her, his voice smooth and compelling. "I'm Ezekiel Flores." Something about this chance meeting felt electric, as if the universe had orchestrated their paths to cross. Luna's gaze met his, and in that moment, Ezekiel knew he was captivated. There was a spark, a connection that transcended the physical. This woman, this brilliant hacker he had heard whispers about, had managed to capture his attention in a way no one else ever had. As they stood there, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. Ezekiel felt a strange pull, a desire to know more about this intriguing woman. And if the way Luna's eyes lingered on his was any indication, the feeling was mutual. In that instant, Ezekiel knew that this chance encounter was the beginning of something extraordinary - a love story that would defy all odds and challenge the very boundaries of their worlds.