Daddy King Page 2

  “Not lying,” she said, blinking twice.

  How cute, her tell is easy to see.

  She called me majesty, it means she knows who I am and what I’m capable of. She must have heard the rumor of what the notorious reputation I carry if anyone dares to defy me, they are more than true in many ways.

  Raising my hand slowly, gauging the level of fear shining in her eyes, and put them on the delicate curve of her neck. The muscles tense under my calloused hand, a small whimper topples from her pink lips as she freezes with an expression of paralyzing dread.

  I expect honesty from everyone, I cannot abide lies as they will ultimately make me go around in circles and follow false leads. I have this undying thirst for the truth of everything, explicitly lying to me can guarantee some form of punishment.

  My little girl has crossed the line.

  I gave her a chance to come clean and she didn’t. I never give out second chances, no one deserves them while they deliberately lie to me, whether it is an action to save their own skin or for some bigger cause.

  I’m not angry.

  Not in the slightest, I can’t get angry with those big watery eyes glistening up at me as if she is begging for mercy. Her eyes are wide and frightened, bottom lip trembling and anxiety reeking from her soft body.

  I’m slightly drunk on how much power I hold over her.

  Fear has been subjected to my eyes for so long now that I’m desensitized by it, but her fear though, oh, it’s the best kind of drug I can take. Overdosing on her submission would make me a very bad man, put the tyrant into further sinfulness.

  Unfortunate, I think, disinterested at that thought.

  “Come with me,” I order her, keeping my voice stern and cold.

  Dismay amplifies in her eyes, I bite back a sinister grin that threatens to spill the darkest secret of what I want to do to her. If I wasn’t so possessive over this little girl, I would have torn that enticing gown off her body and feed my thick cock inside her little pussy. Everyone will see that she belongs to me and that she will think twice in the future if she decides to lie to me again, but I would never do that.

  Not to her.

  Mina, her name purrs in my head.

  My little girl.

  I see the way men look at her from the moment she stepped on top of the grand staircase. Men are animals, I know what they think when she treaded lightly off the steps with the other woman at her side, men want to peer up that curtain of red for that creamy thigh. They think they have a chance to hold her frail hands, kiss those plump pink lips, caress the flawless skin on her shoulders, and indulge in the sweetness of her pussy.

  They don’t stand a chance.

  Not when I have set my eyes on her.

  She’s going to be my wife, my Queen to rule over Sosis.

  “Now.” my orders jolt her frame, squirming in her little heels with a wince.

  Glancing down at those dainty ankles, my eyes darken in anger as my chest heaves in fury. The hand rubbing on her pulse squeezes with a threat for her to not move, I drop them down to her waist and her blue eyes go from bewilderment to shocked as I jerk her body up and over my shoulder.

  I fan my fingers over the roundness of her ass, tightening my grip as she wiggles on my broad shoulder. Everyone’s eyes land on the commotion we make, and I smack a clean slap on her ass, a sharp clap rings in my ears and blood flows dangerously hot in my shaft.

  “P-please put me down, your majesty!” she whispers, a pitch higher in panic.

  Ignoring her discomfort, I firmly set a cold glare to the mass of snobby kids. Their eyes advert to places that aren’t on us, the woman in the burgundy dress that came down with my little girl cocks a challenging eyebrow at me.

  A growl rumbles in my chest, the woman laughs to herself and mirth gleams in her eyes. The gold eyeshadow on her eyelids mocks the chandelier lights above our heads.

  Stalking out with Mina on my shoulders, I’m turning into a savage rather than the fearless tyrant. She doesn’t move or make another sound after that smack on her ass, I deliver another slap to hear her voice as she is too quiet. Her voice either soothes me or rile me up like a caged animal ready to pounce on her little ass.

  I throw a door to the unnamed room open, darkness engulfs us for a brief second before the automatic lights flicker on with the innovated technology.

  She slides down my hard body, her dress hikes up to her ass with a pair of white panties wrapped around two soft delicacies. Her tits pushed on my rigid muscles as she quickly moves back in unstable feet, smoothing down her dress with a red blush on her cheeks from embarrassment.

  I let her stew in the tension for a bit longer, let her imagination run while with the things that I would do with the bed provided for me in the room.

  Excuses stammer out of her mouth like a bunch of lies. It would seem that my little girl has a habit for lying, I can only overlook it for so many times and two is my limit as I don’t want secrets between us.

  “Quiet,” I growl, cutting off her rambling lies as her jaw locks instantly.

  “I’m—I’m sorry, your majesty.” squirming under the harshness of my gaze, she twists her fingers.

  “What’s your name, and do not lie to me this time,” I warn her icily.

  She bows her head, black hair framing her face so that I can’t see her. That won’t do, I need to see that expressive blue eyes. I can hear dishonesty in tones, but I want to see her as I am addicted to the brimming distress from her vivid expressions.

  “It’s Mina, sir,” she says, voice gentle and soft.

  “Where?”

  Mina hesitates, my warning in her head bounce an answer to her lips. “Ennis.”

  This is good, we’re getting on the right track. She’s learning that only the truth will save her with a little bit of mercy, but I intend to fully punish her for her little disobedience.

  She braves her soul and peeks at me from her thick lashes, my expression remains impassive as I watch her struggle to hold back the tears running in her blue eyes.

  She’s afraid of me.

  I want her to be, but as contradictory as it sounds, I also want her to trust me that I would never raise a hand on her. If I do, it will only be what I think is the right choice to punish her. She needs to know that I am the king here, it’s in her benefit to obeying me with her absolute devotion. The last thing I want from my future wife is for her to be so frightened of me that everything I do is a threat to her wellbeing, unforeseen results might happen.

  Worst of them all, she could run away.

  I won’t allow that.

  I will chain her to our marital bed, I will fuck her tiny pussy until my seed takes with a life in her soft belly, then she will have no choice but to stay. My actions would be seen as heinous, but the stigma has no standing ground to my wants, and I want Mina to stay with me for the rest of our lives.

  I am the tyrant King of Sosis.

  “Marry me.” it’s a command, this isn’t an order where I will let her turn down.

  Her expression flickers from surprise to panic to anxious in a matter of seconds. I can see the gears turning in her pretty little head, she stammers out words before stopping and readjusting her thoughts to suit whatever explanation she has.

  Not that I’m ever going to change my mind, but I’ll let her think she has a chance to rebut this.

  “I—I have a fiancé, your majesty!” she squeaks out in fear, shaking in her pink skin that’s flushed with nervousness.

  Heat blooms around me, colors bright and lines clear despite seeing the clear lie in her face. Teeth piercing my tongue, tasting the blood seeping from the wound as I can't bring myself to contemplate on the stinging pain.

  My little girl standing at the altar with her small body flourished in white lace and flowing fabrics, a sheer veil hiding pair of blue eyes that takes over the whiteness as she smiles at the faceless dead groom.

  Whoever she is betrothed to, he will be dead soon.

  “You are min
e, your prior engagement will be nullified and you will marry me,” I say to her, but she’s hardly listening with her eyes frantically searching for any jokes on my face.

  “If you still want to marry some other fuck, then I will wage war against his kingdom. I will annihilate his country and then I will steal you away, little girl.” I close my hand around her throat and put enough pressure into her breathing to scare her.

  Scared is what she is, shaking like a leaf in front of me. I rub her racing pulse with my thumb, she hiccups with tears rolling around in those watery eyes. I want them to fall on her rosy cheeks, putting her faith into useless prayer would only fuel my desire to have her in my bed.

  “You will be my Queen.”

  Chapter Three

  Mina

  I have never been more afraid of anything than facing the ruthless and deviously handsome ruler of the southern territories.

  Thinking back, maybe it wasn’t a bright idea to run out of the room after hearing what he will do to my ‘fiancé’ and his ‘kingdom’. I don’t want to drag an innocent man into this problem that I have not the faintest clue of how it had happened.

  After meeting with Helena’s fiancé for a brief moment to let him engage in a conversation as a friend to see whether if he’s fit to be by her side. He was a gentleman with a soft voice, somewhat passive about many things. I have only seen him passionately speaking about the orphanage he had set up to help the children who were helpless in his father’s nation.

  He has a sense of compassion, I approve of him because I want what's best for Helena, so I continue to act to get more information out of him. His name is Frederick of a small territory ruled under the Queen of the West, his father is an advisor to the Queen, but that is the most I can get out of him.

  Sir Frederick is more enamored with Helena, I thank heaven that he isn’t interested in me. It would be a terrible thing to break it to him that I wasn’t Helena and that he would have to marry a woman that is a fraud.

  He saved me from the frightening tyrant by bursting through the door, looking for me to speak to me privately. I didn’t need the chance of escape to be stolen from me when it so graciously offered by the unsuspecting man.

  I had run out with a pair of burning dark eyes searing onto my back. King Leon could have held onto me, force me to stay against my will, but he let me go and I dread to know what he had planned in that brilliant mind of his.

  Nothing good, I shudder.

  Helena had the car ready for our return to the Ennis castle as the ball had ended, it made me wonder how long I was under the influence of the King. She told me how Sir Frederick had been filled in the scheme the both of us had cooked up, I apologized to the kind nobleman for my dishonesty. He had a good heartfelt laugh as he was not angry at me, I didn’t need another man in such high status to be upset with me.

  As if King Leon wasn’t enough.

  When we got into our limo, I spilled everything to her; from the embarrassing caveman carry over the shoulder to the fact that the man wants to marry me, and I had no say in this.

  Helena had no remorse when she laughed the whole way back to the castle, at least my misery would give her joy for the night.

  She told me to sleep on the thought as she will also help me if it’s needed.

  Of course it’s needed. The title of fiancée, loosely speaking, is thrown at me by the scariest man ever lived.

  He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him, this isn’t some middle age era where I can just marry a man just because he said so. Women have rights and are independent, we don’t need men to support us for the rest of our lives while we do housework and take care of the babies they expect us to pop out.

  I couldn’t sleep the entire night, too jittery and too nervous because if the rumors are correct about the savage beast. It’s best if he doesn’t come looking for a girl named Mina at the Ennis Kingdom.

  Maybe he will find a different Mina somewhere, but that thought sours my mouth.

  I don’t want him to have some other woman in his arms, his very muscled and strong arms. I think I saw a swirl of ink lines on his skin that peeked from the sleeves of his three-piece suit.

  God, he’s big.

  Every patch of skin steamed with fury and power, flaring with crackles as it consumes my air to fuel its own ember.

  The strength he had under the suit makes me draw back the confusion as to why a king would not have guards surrounding him like the princesses and princes at the ball. King Leon most likely has the ability to fight ten armed men and come out as the winner, and he carried me off the room like I’m a stack of potato.

  That isn’t conclusive proof of how strong he can be, but I didn’t want to stay long enough to find out. Not when he looked at me with so much hunger etched on his face, luring me with those mysteriously dark eyes.

  His strength doesn’t stop at his imposing physicality, it’s the way he spoke and handled situations where no one is able to defy his orders.

  I know that because after I have gotten Helena dressed for the day, I went on to do my duties of cleaning her room and finishing up the final touches of the dusting when Helena came running to me in the middle of the hallway where everyone can witness her wild hair flying.

  Not a proper way to see a lady, but Helena hadn’t cared as she only wanted me to know that the King of Sosis was there, demanding my presence be graced to him.

  The ‘or’ was left unspoken, by him or Helena, but I was hurried to the throne room with pity written on all the passing servants’ faces. When she saw the fear on my face, her mind had changed, and she steered us to another part of the castle, away from the throne room with enough distance for her to think of a plan to work out this situation.

  “Hide here!” she hisses loudly, pushing me up on the table where it is directly above an air vent.

  I look inside and it’s cleaner than the kitchen, and the head maid cleans that place so meticulously that any dust would result in the shutdown of the kitchen to be sanitized. She takes her job to the heart and her pride lays on her reputation of cleanliness.

  If this isn’t a dire situation where I must hide, then I would question why this air vent is so big that I could fit in comfortably or that anyone would take a second look at the abnormally pasty white painted metal.

  However, avoiding a king takes precedence.

  She fixes the opening and drops down onto the floor with her dress pooling on the ground as she crouches to move the large table to the side to make it less conspicuous. The flowers are moved to the center of the table, we make eye contact through the vent before I scoot back further into the duct to avoid anyone from seeing any part of me if they look up or inspect the vent for who knows why.

  She darts to the opposite side of where we came from as my heart pounds in my ribs, I curl my chin towards my chest and try to calm my breathing down. The air ducts amplify any noises made from me and I can’t let that be the reason as to how I would get caught.

  All the man has to do is just walk across this hall and he would catch me for breathing so loudly.

  Air blows on my exposed thighs as my uniform flutters from the air conditioning kicks up and I keep the squeak in my throat, it’s cold as the air blast on my short uniform with my panties taking the brunt of the iciness.

  I silently pout at Helena for giving me this French maid uniform as a stunt, and it’s a requirement for me to wear it as it’s been this running joke for years now. The material is short to the middle of my thighs, hanging low on my breasts, and too flowy. Any swaying would result in me flashing my underwear to anyone passing by.

  I only wear this when my duties dictate where I will be working for the day, and today is the worst luck of all days. Not only was I supposed to work on Helena’s room and the adjoining areas, but it’s also the day King Leon comes looking for a girl named Mina.

  I can’t suppress the giddiness that bursts in me that I’m the one he’s looking for and not some other woman. This round of conflictin
g emotion is raging chaos in me; I’m honored that a man so powerful wants me to himself while on the other hand, I’m scared of how this could mean for my future.

  Having been a child with no parents, I only know the love from the royal family, but their love is secondary as I don’t want to impose on their own lineage for being an outsider. Never in a million years would I think that my fairy tale of prince charming sweeping me off my feet would turn into a reality of a tyrant king inserting his authority over me through marriage.

  I have no idea how I should feel about this.

  “You either come out or I will tear down this wall.”

  A squeal of shock echoes loudly in the air ducts as my head jumps to bang on the metal above me. I grimace at the throbbing pain to my skull, skyrocketing heartbeat blaring in my ears as my body shrinks into itself to make myself as small as possible.

  A foolish part believes I heard wrong and that there isn’t anyone out there, but I can never forget his voice or forge that deep baritone from my own imagination.

  It’s too real, too close.

  It’s as if he is right behind me, eating me up with his eyes and grounding me to the ground with crippling anxiety.

  “I won’t ask it again, little girl.”

  Yeah, I’m not imagining it.

  His command compels me to follow through as I have been following orders my entire life, it’s second nature to heed to the higher-ups. I crawl over the opening and with one swipe of the hand, I catch the tumbling vent with my frantic hands. Loud clanking from my nails hitting the metal and I release a shaky breath before I swallow thickly at dark eyes zeroing in on me.

  My lips twitch with a timid smile at the unamused look on his face. I move the vent opening to the side of the air duct and turn my eyes to the man, there’s no debate if I need help because the hiding spot is so high that I’ll hurt myself if I try to be brave.

  I have weak joints.

  “Um, your majesty, can you get the table?” I ask softly, “Please.”

  He crosses his arms over that massive chest, thick muscles bulging from the sleeves of his black shirt. Gorgeous ink wraps around that tan skin in a hold that captures my attention, his legs parts in a stance of power as the combat boots stay firmly on the pristine marble ground.