Her Devious King

Off-limit

The King watched her from outside the window. She was a fool. Perhaps, even more so than Easton. Who the hell let her sleep this unsecurely? The tall window left little to no imagination. He could land on the balcony leading to her room and kidnap her right then and there.

His eyes narrowed. It was a tempting thought.

"I should kill that man," The King noted to himself.

It would be a shame if a mere human stole his prey from him. A quiet c***k could be heard. He had gripped the poor tree too hard. Now, there would be a split running down the middle. Surely, this pathetic tree would have sturdier branches?

His sour mood would worsen if the branch underneath his feet broke. It'd alert everyone. Like his little Adeline, completely oblivious to the stalker outside of her window.

"How is she this dense?" he muttered.

He glanced up at the sky, wishing for patience. He could see everything in her room, as if the light was turned on. But it was not.

He noticed the boring night sky and dense trees. Was that why the window gave a view of the bed? So that she could sit on her bed and observe the wonders nature had to offer?

The foolish action would completely align with her morals. She was the naive type. He knew that best. Especially when she peered into his bloody red eyes and had the nerve to continue looking.

"Is that a s*x toy?" He squinted.

There was a cylinder-thing in her hand. And from how fast she ran to her bed with a book, he could only assume she was reading e*****a. Why read it when she can experience it?

"Time to make my entrance," he mused.

A single step was taken, before he froze. Light came out of her toy. To his utter disappointment, it was not a tool for pleasure. It was a flashlight. What was she doing?

He paused to observe her for a while longer. It had been a little bit longer than a decade since he had done this.

Back then, she was a stupid girl toddling after a demon. What a serene world she grew up in. To not fear creatures that could snap her pretty little neck, suck her dry against a wall, and discard her without hesitation… She had been ignorant since birth.

"But times have changed, haven't they?" he speculated.

Fifteen years to be exact. He had counted each minute, day, and week by himself. Patience was a virtue he miraculously possessed. He counted each day until their next interaction. The next time she was in his domain, he would not let her escape.

Adeline Mae Rose belonged to him. She always had and always will. Now, his prey had come of age, and splendidly so. It was time for the Princess to return to her glass castle.

Adeline slowly cracked the book open. Lately, Aunt Eleanor had forbade her to read in bed, since she needed her "beauty sleep." However, no amount of rest could change Adeline's somber stare.

"Let's see… where did I leave off?" Adeline had randomly selected a book from the shelves. It would have been a lot smarter if she had used the flashlight first, before picking from her enormous selection.

"Too late to regret that now," she mumbled.

Adeline double-checked the front cover. "The crowns obsession," she muttered

"Oh, found it!" Adeline's page flipping had finally come to a halt. Her bookmark was stuck through the center of the pages, the thin metal outlines depicting a soaring phoenix with a long, feathery tail.

"Little fawn…" Adeline squinted at the familiar nickname. In the novel, it was exchanged from a Commander to the heroine.

"Hah, so much for originality," Adeline scoffed to herself. Here she was, thinking the mysterious stranger had given her an unique, yet interesting nickname.

With a shrug of her shoulder, Adeline continued to read. Eventually, time sped by. She was fully immersed in the detailed pages of the bibliography, completely unaware of the eyes outside of her window.

He continued watching her. She was unmoving on the bed and absorbed in whatever fancied her attention. Did her pretty little neck not hurt? It had been bent down for a while now. Perhaps she did not care about the ache, or she had a stronger body than he expected.

He observed her silhouette. Her figure was of mediocre height, the shape wisely hidden with a long, flowy nightgown. He had seen her naked body before. He knew the dips of her waist as it flared out into ample hips for him to grab onto.

Unknowingly, his Adam's apple shifted up and down. He brought out a primal instinct from within him. It was absolutely uncalled for, considering she was only reading. But her knees were bent upwards and her loose nightgown was slipping down, revealing a round shoulder and her delectable collarbones.

Unsurprisingly, the marks had faded. He truly enjoyed her soft skin and how quickly it adapted to his love bites, or instantly illustrated a deep flush across her chest.

"I look like a f*****g creep," he cursed himself.

He was a lot more self-aware than people expected. It was a great quality to possess, especially as the leader of an enormous nation. He needed to be aware of his flaws, as little as they were.

"Now would be a great time to disturb her."

The man's lips spread into a slow, sensual smile. She was still distracted with reading, but he worried about her neck. It was long and delicate. With a flick of his wrist, he could wring it. His hands itched to grab her by the throat and pull her closer to him.

"I'm behaving like a pubescent boy in heat," he muttered with an irritable shake of his head.

He shifted his attention back towards her. She bit her bottom lip, her brows knitted together in concentration. There could be a tornado outside and she would not be aware of its destruction.

The man checked his watch. It was well into the night and morning was fastly approaching. He had been observing her for at least an hour or two. The twins must have been raising hell in the palace in search of him.

He couldn't care less.

Now that her presence was shown to the high society of Vampires, there would be people targeting her. He was not worried about the humans, especially with that hideous bastard hovering over her. It was the Vampires that the King cared about.

By now, they should know she was off-limits.

Just as his gaze shifted to her, he stiffened. Staring directly at him were a pair of shining emerald eyes.