The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 34

VALERIA

I felt him freeze, his lips brushing against my scarred cheek.

I thought he would withdraw, upset by my rejection, storming off like the ogre he usually was.

But I’ve never been able to fully understand the King—he remains a mystery to me.

A soft kiss landed on my scarred cheek, sending a shiver through my sensitive skin.

It felt more intimate than kissing on the lips.

My chest fluttered nervously.

He exhaled deeply and finally let me go.

The coldness immediately invaded my body without his embrace.

"Fine. I understand your decision and that you’re angry. I won’t force you into anything you don’t want," he said quietly, and I thought this dramatic moment was finally over, that he would retreat to his room.

Instead, he walked to the old floral armchair near the bed and sat down calmly, crossing his legs and picking up a sewing book from the bedside table.

"What are you doing, Your Majesty? Is there something else you need?" I asked, confused by his actions.

"No, I don’t need anything. Go on with your business," he replied without lifting his gaze from the yellowed pages.

"You’re in my room," I pointed out logically, as if speaking to a fool.

"Yes, and? I’m the master of this entire castle, including this room. I’ve decided I want to read this book here now," he said nonchalantly, and I wanted to scream in his smug face and hurl insults at him.

He didn’t even look at me, continuing to pretend to read about sewing—the book was upside down!

Idiot king, arrogant, overbearing, dominant! Aaaagh, how I’d love to bite him!

Fine, if he wants war, then war he’ll get.

I’m not giving in to his whims this time.

After all, he’s already seen everything there is to see.

I dropped my hands from my chest, letting the soft, worn nightgown fall to my hips, where it bunched up.

My torso was now exposed, and if there’s one thing I’m proud of, it’s my full breasts.

I leaned over the chest at the foot of the bed, pretending to rummage as if I had endless outfits to choose from.

I glanced sideways for a second and caught him peeking over the book.

His intense gray eyes burned with heat, testing my boldness and resolve.

I finally pulled out a spare nightgown, but I hesitated for a moment.

Being this brazen without the help of that seductive butterfly was proving harder than I thought.

In the end, like a coward, I turned my back, intending to change in the bathroom.

"Do it here," his rough voice stopped me. "Finish what you started, Valeria, or I can’t promise what I might do."

"I was just going to change, sir…"

"Then change, here, in this room. Or do you need help?"

"N-no," I stammered, caught in my own trap.

Ahhh, butterfly, teach me how to be a temptress because I’m pathetic at seducing a man!

Without turning, I pushed my dress down, letting it fall around my legs and wrinkle at my feet.

"Bend over and pick it up from the floor," he commanded in this twisted game.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment for him?

I bent down, my rear in the air, completely at the mercy of his lustful gaze that burned my intimacy like fire.

"Sshh," I heard a perverse hiss behind me, and I quickly straightened, grabbing the spare gown and slipping it over my head.

"No, turn around. I want to see all of you."