Chapter Two
The rising sun was a glorious sight to see on a troubled morning, a morning in which Damien was predicted to attack, however, even the sun's warmth couldn't stop the cold claws of fear from sinking into my skin. I shivered uncontrollably as I stood near the king's window, preparing for the attack. The king hid in an undisclosed location within his room. I wasn't told of his exact location, as the king feared I'd tell Damien out of fear. He was wrong. In my dream, I refused to tell Damien where the king was, even when threatened. It wasn't until he kissed me, that I said anything. The thought of him inside of me made my knees grow weak. I leaned against the window seal for support.
What if he came, but I wasn't able to convince him not to hurt his father? What if he killed me for even getting in the way? I'd presented these questions to the king, but he seemed not to care. His own survival was all that was important to him. I could only hope the worse wouldn't happen.
The king dressed me in a very revealing, black dress; a dress that would cause any man to stop and admire the woman who wore it. The king was hoping that my attraction, as well as my familiarity, would be enough to persuade Damien not to kill him. I hoped he was right.
An hour had passed as I stood near the window with my heart racing just as fast as my thoughts. I was almost sure Damien wouldn't come, until I heard shouting just outside of the double doors. My breathing deepened and I felt a sudden instinct to run, but my fear kept me in place, even as the door began to open.
I heard footsteps as they slowly entered into the room followed by a strong presence, which seemed electrifying and powerful, much more than it had in my dream. My curiosity got the best of me, and before I knew it, I was turning around to face the intruder.
My eyes widened at the sight of Prince Troy's pained expression, as he stood in the center of the room holding a gun to his head. A few feet behind him, the Black Warrior casually strolled into the layer. My eyes quickly darted back to Prince Troy, who had begun to sweat uncontrollably as he watched me, helplessly. It dawned on me, that he wasn't holding the gun to his head willingly, but that Damien was controlling him. We hadn't anticipated Damien making this type of move, we hadn't anticipated him being smart, only dangerous.
"Where is the king?" Damien growled, meeting my eyes with a cold stare. My flattering dress didn't even seem to faze him. This Damien was even deadlier than the one I'd envisioned in my dream. I realized then, that my dream was just that, a dream. Fear began to take over my every nerve.
"I-I don't know," I answered truthfully. Prince Troy let out a cry as he dug the gun even deeper into the side of his head.
"Father," Prince Troy cried out. "Father, please come out. He has me! He's going to kill me if you don't come out. Please!"
All it took was for Prince Troy to show distress for King Paul to quickly emerge from his hiding place within the large wardrobe. The king slowly walked toward where I stood, with his hands raised slightly above his head. He stopped next to me, staring at Prince Troy with fear.
"Please, please don't hurt my son," King Paul said as he finally met the Black Warrior's deadly gaze.
"You mean, the son you chose over me?" Damien's voice was full of venom.
"What is he talking about, father?" Prince Troy asked through gritted teeth. The gun was still pressed firmly to his head and he stood stiffly, panting heavily.
"You don't know?" Damien laughed wickedly. "Our father got rid of his first family to move his second family in and start over."
"It's not true," the king argued cautiously. "You've been lied to."
"So you weren't the one to sell me to the Black Lord if only he'd agree to a ten year peace treaty in return? Ten years passed quickly I'd say, but then again, it wasn't the peace treaty that sold you. You hated my power and wanted to get rid of me. You didn't want me to one day rule your people. You saw me as a stain in your bloodline. You then kept my mother locked away and eventually killed her for knowing the truth. Then you brought in your second son and married his mother to give yourself a new family, fresh of any stains. Prince Troy, your mother was shocked when I told her the truth about our father, right before I killed her."
Prince Troy cried out in pain. "You killed my mother?"
"Her last word was your name," Damien spat, focusing his gaze on his father. "Should I kill the prince quickly, or should I torture him before your eyes?" Damien only allowed a second to pass before he spoke again. "I'm growing impatient. Let's do this quickly."
"No!" the king pleaded, but it was too late. Prince Troy pulled the trigger, resulting in half of his head splattering against the nearest wall. I closed my eyes and sunk to the ground in shock. I'd never been fond of Prince Troy, especially when he'd harassed me, but seeing his life ended in front of my eyes made me feel numb. However, the sound of his body hitting the ground was loud enough to break through my trance. I looked up and saw Damien walking toward us.
The king began to back away with his arms outstretched in a defensive stance. "Please, don't," the king cried out. "Don't kill me. Ana! Ana, help me."
Damien was feet away from me when he paused at the sound my name. I didn't dare look to see if he was staring at me. I couldn't meet his eyes.
"That's right," the king said. "That's Ana, your little friend. You remember Ana, don't you? Look at her now. Isn't she beautiful? Perfect? Spotless? Ana knows the truth. Tell him, Ana! Tell him how he's been lied to!"
But I couldn't, I wept silently on the ground, not daring to meet the Black Warrior's eyes. He seemed to have lost interest in me and continued his way over to where the king stood. I knew what was about to happen and I didn't want to be there to see it.
As the king's torturous shouts began, I stood and ran out of the room. As soon as I hit the passageway, I shrieked, seeing four dead guards lying on the ground. I quickly stepped over their bodies and continued running toward safety. As I turned down another dark passageway, I ran into a maiden and almost fell. I quickly gather myself and looked her in her eyes, showing her all of my fear.
"The Black Warrior is here. He's killed Prince Troy and is now killing the king. It's too late. Get your family and leave the kingdom." I didn't wait for her response before I took off running again.
It took me two minutes to get to my room. I quickly shut and locked my door, and went to my closet to pack my things. I didn't have many things, and it took all of ten seconds to shove it into my bag.
"Going somewhere?" I froze at the sound of his voice. How had he found me so quickly? I'd looked behind me several times as I ran to make sure I hadn't been followed. How had he found me?
I turned around to face him, as he stood in the doorway, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
"Are you trying to leave my kingdom without permission?" Damien asked, in an almost playful voice, but I knew better. There was nothing humorous about the situation. "I thought we were friends."
"That was before you killed your own father," I spat, challenging him by staring directly into his eyes without wavering. He smiled and took a few steps into my room, allowing the door to close and lock behind him without even touching it.
"My father? He stopped being my father the moment he sold me to the Black Lord and left me to become a monster. You don't believe me?" Damien asked, sounding genuine for the first time.
I thought back to the letter the Damien wrote to the king. He's said, 'I know what you did', meaning he knew his father has sold him and lied to the entire kingdom. I did believe him, but it didn't take away my fear of him.
"I believe you," I whispered. "Now, please, let me go."
"What were you doing in my father's layer? Were you helping him? You know, that fact alone makes you my enemy."
"He was using me to get to you," I admitted. "He thought I'd be able to convince you that he was innocent. I thought he was innocent, but I only helped because I couldn't say no to the king. I am not your enemy, please don't hurt me. Please, just let me go."
Damien watched me with lowered eyes, seemingly contemplating something. He then moved to the side, allowing the door to my room to open. I quickly grabbed my journal, shoved it into the bag, and began walking out of my room
The moment I passed Damien, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall next to the door. He was in my face, breathing furiously, gripping my arm tightly, but not painfully. My wide eyes stared into his black holes. He scared me, absolutely petrified me, and I was sure he knew it.
"You are the property of the kingdom, therefor, you are now my property." Damien spat. "You thought I was going to let you go that easily? There are bodies to clean up and you are a maiden, correct? Go gather the others and begin to clean this place up. There's going to be a change around here."
"Yes…your majesty," I said, lowering my eyes submissively. Damien let go of my arm, allowing me to finally leave my room. I quickly moved away from him and headed out.
"Oh, and Ana," Damien called, forcing me to stop walking. "The dream you had about me, it was real."
And in that moment, all of the aches and pains I'd thought I'd experience due to losing my virginity came rushing at me, making the dream a reality. I turned back to Damien with wild eyes, and he smiled knowingly.
"I'm more powerful than you think, my sweet Ana," Damien whispered. "Go along now, and do as I say. You don't want to make me angry."
I didn't have to alert the maids about the king's death. By the time I arrived to the crime scene, maidens and guards had filled the passageway, barking orders and creating havoc. Some of the maidens simply stood against the passageway, mourning the loss of the king. Others whispered amongst each other as the guards began to carry the bodies away.
I'd spotted Susan near the Prince's body inside of king's layer. She stood there, staring quietly, not saying a word. She saw me as I approached and lowered her head.
"My prince is dead," she muttered softly. "The king as well. They say it was Damien. They said he's returned and is rightful heir to the throne."
"I know," I said, feeling overwhelmed by all of it. I grabbed at my neck, noticing how difficult it was for me to breathe. "I'd witnessed it all. I saw it happen." I stumbled backward, feeling dizzy. I tried to straighten myself, but my body started shaking uncontrollably. "I saw it happen. I-I-" My legs failed me and I fell to the ground. My body felt cold, too cold, and my sight began to fail me.
"Help! I need help!" Susan said, falling to her knees to help me.
"I'm cold," I told her. "So cold."
"You'll be fine," Susan reassured me. "You just need to calm down and breathe. You'll be okay."
"My mom," I said. "Get my mom."
"I will," Susan reassured me. I tried to nod, but with my body shaking, she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Instead, I listened to her advice and tried to calm myself. Before I knew it, I'd passed out.
The moment I regained consciousness, I sat up, and instantly regretting it as a pounding headache rocked my brain. I needed water.
"The water is next to you on the night stand," a voiced said, and I didn't have to look to know who it was.
"Mother," I said, and instantly felt relief the moment she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled away from me and cupped my face warmly.
"Drink the water," she said. "The nurse instructed me to make sure you drank it the moment you woke up. All of it."
I nodded and reached over to grab the cup. It was then that I realized I was in an unfamiliar room, one that was fit for royalty. It was like a room right out of a fairytale book.
"Where am I?"
"This is your new room," my mother said, hesitantly.
"What do you mean?"
"Listen," my mother sighed and looked at the door, as if someone would enter any minute. Her worry lines made her age ten years and I feared what she was going to say to me. "You've been out for four hours and a lot has happened since then. The new king has given new titles and assigned new rooms depending on that title. I have been appointed as head of maidens. He has shown mercy on me, because of you."
"Me?" I asked. "Where am I?"
"The queen's layer," my mother answered, looking back at the double doors with an uneased expression.
"Why am I here?" I began to panic, but my mother placed her hands on my shoulder, instantly calming my troubled breathing.
"There are other things we must discuss. Ana, things are changing around here. No matter what happens, you must be strong and smart. Remember how strong you are, Ana. Darkness has entered the kingdom. Ana, you must control it. Only you can."
"Why me?"
"Because, you're the only one who can get close enough to the king."
"Why do you figure that?" I asked, watching my mother's face sadden.
"By now, the entire kingdom knows about the new king, and tomorrow they will know about the new queen. You, Ana. The Black King, which is what he is to be called, has already begun preparations for the ceremony. You are to marry him, tomorrow."
"What?" I was shocked. "Why?"
"I believe it's because you are the only thing left of the little boy inside of him. You are the only thing he knows. You, Ana, will be the good in him. I know this and he knows this. Ana, you need to be his queen so that you can bring out the good in him."
"There is no good left," I told my mother, on the verge of tears.
"There is always good in a person, no matter how evil something makes them. Ana, you're the hope this kingdom needs. Do you understand me? Ana-" the double doors opened before my mother got to chance to finish.
The Black King walked into the room, dressed in an expensive black suit with a long, black fur cape handing from his shoulders. I didn't spend much time taking in his outfit, as it was his face that caught my breath. I'd never seen such a perfectly beautiful and masculine young man as Damien. His jaw was full and sharp, and perfectly complimented his pink, plush lips. His cheek bone was high and defined, like that of a Native American, and his shiny orbs held all of the mysteries of the world.
His father's crown sat on his head and fell slightly to the side, reminding me of the Damien I once ran down the halls with. I wouldn't have thought he was evil by looking at him dressed like that; I'd have thought him to be the most glorious king, but I could feel the evil within his power, which electrified the room.
Even though he petrified me, he also excited me in uncontrollable ways. Even though I wanted to be very far from him, I wanted him to draw near me. Even though the thought of marrying him frightened me, it also excited me. He was absolutely stunning, and I couldn't help the wetness that began to collect in my panties.
"Please leave us alone," the king demanded, and my mother quickly stood and left the room with her eyes casted downward. As soon as she left, I stood and walked over to the window, not wanting to be anywhere near a bed with him in the room, or with the memories of him seducing me. As he drew near me, the hairs on my arms began to stand. Was he aware of how much he physically affected me? He had to.
"I'm sure you've heard about tomorrow."
"Are you talking about the wedding or the part where I run away before the wedding?" I asked, causing him to roar in laughter. He spun me around, taking in the sight of me with a pleased smile.
"You make me laugh," he said, lifting a finger to caress my bare arm. The feel of his touch was enough to cause a small moan to escape from my mouth. I hated how my body deceived me and I couldn't shake the image of him fucking me last night. I still hadn't gotten over the fact that it had even happened. "You've been out of it since morning. It is now the afternoon and you will need to eat. A maiden will be here with your food. I'll need you to be full before I fuck you, again."
"You want to fuck me again, already?" He laughed at my question and lowered his lips to my ear, softly brushing against them as he spoke.
"I've wanted to fuck you again since the last time I came inside of you. I'll never not want to fuck you, and will fuck you every chance I get. It's taking every inch of discipline not to rip your dress off of you and fuck you against the window."
"Why me?" I asked, shivering with pleasure.
"I've had my fair share of women, but being inside of you does something to calm the storm inside of me. I like it. I want it. I must have it." Damien pushed me against the window, and I knew he'd lost control and was going to take me.
Before Damien could rip my dress off of me, the double doors opened, and a young maiden strolled in with a cart of food, the kind of food I made in the kitchen but was never allowed to eat. She left the cart in the middle of the room and quickly exited.
Damien backed away from me and walked over to the cart, grabbing a dish and taking it over to the table leaning against the wall in my new room. He sat my food down and took a seat across from it. I quickly made me way over to the food, feeling my stomach grumble from not eating that day. I took a seat across from Damien and looked down at the plate of food. I tried to hide my appreciation, not wanting him to get satisfaction from impressing me. I wasn't even sure if his evil heart allowed him to even want to impress someone, however, looking down at the plate of spaghetti, my childhood favorite, I assumed that was exactly Damien's intention.
"You remembered," I said, softly, amazed by that one small fact.
"I remember everything about you," he said as a matter of fact, but he had no idea what his confession did to my heart. I was seconds from crying, and couldn't keep my emotions from showing on my face. "Did I do something wrong?" I shook my head.
"I just," I paused and took in a deep breath, not caring to stop the single tear that slid from my eye. It felt as if in that moment, my Damien was with me, not the beast that had killed his father and brother just hours ago. When I looked up into his eyes, I saw the little boy there, but I didn't know how long he'd stay. If I could help him, it had to be in the moments where he was vulnerable. I needed to speak to the little boy inside of him while I had the chance.
"After you were taken, I'd write to you in my journal. I'd write you poems, stories, and tell you about the latest gossip in the kingdom. When things happened, like when your father remarried, I became sad for you because you weren't there to be sad yourself. I kept your toy plane because it was the only thing I had left of you. Yesterday was your birthday and I was the only one who even remembered. Happy belated birthday, Damien."
Damien's gaze was thoughtful as he watched me. I waited for him to say something in response, but he didn't. He just nodded at my food, waiting for me to start eating. I nodded and took the first bite of spaghetti, moaning as the taste exploded in my mouth. It wasn't often that I was even able to eat spaghetti. It was only when my mother would sneak me some, which I'd beg for ever since the day Damien had given me his leftovers as a child. Damien had always taken care of me, making sure I was eating right when my mother had to work, and now, he was once again trying to take care of me.
The moment my fork hit the empty plate, Damien stood. He grabbed my hands and pulled me out of my chair, bringing me close to him. The feeling of his chest against mine made me come alive inside. Every inch of me was hypersensitive from his touch.
"Don't worry about my birthday," he whispered into my ear, finally responding to my statement. "I've gotten to open the gift I wanted most, and now I'm going to open it again."
Damien gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss and I lost myself in him. I'd forgotten how I'd witnessed him become a beast and kill the king and his son. I'd forgotten the horrible way he reclaimed the throne. I'd forgotten he wasn't the man I wished he was. The only thing that mattered was giving him the very thing that calmed the storm inside of him. Me.
Both of his hands slid up my thighs and around my butt, lifting me in the air so that I could wrap myself around him. I loved kissing him with his mask off, seeing his masculine face and sexy expressions as he watched me. Damien led me over to the bed and lowered the both of us onto the mattress. When he looked down at me, I saw something dark and sinister take over the vulnerable expressions I'd just previously seen. It was now the beast who was with me, and he wanted his fix.
Damien grabbed my throat and squeezed just enough to let me know who was in control. "I'm going to make you beg for me, and I won't satisfy your needs until I am satisfied in your torture." Damien took his belt off and tied both of my hands together, making sure it was secure enough. He then pushed my arms over my head and smiled at me mischievously. "Do not move your arms. Not even an inch. If you do, I will not show you mercy."
"Yes, your majesty," I whimpered. Damien's smile was sinister, and his eyes seemed to darken as he watched me squirm underneath him.
"Say that again."
"Yes, your majesty," I repeated, turned on by the expression he'd make when I called him, 'your majesty'.
"For now on, you will call me nothing else when I'm fucking you. Understand?"
"Yes, your majesty."
Damien began to kiss my neck in a teasing way, which made me squirm under him even more. It was as if he was taunting me with his tongue, pleasing me while teasing me simultaneously. I loved it until he began doing the same thing to my clit. He started to suck on it and then stop, trailing kisses along my bikini line until I begged for more.
"Please, your majesty. Please lick me harder."
Damien continued on with his taunting, slowly sucking on my clit and lips, gently dragging his tongue over my opening, and then repeating the process until I screamed for more.
He pulled away and watched me with a sinister grin. I'd had enough and it pissed me off. I lowered my arms and pushed his face down on my vagina. My hands quickly flew over my head and no matter how hard I tried to move them, I couldn't.
"Bad girl." His voice was dangerously low and sent shivers up my spine. "Now I'll have to punish you."
"What will you do to me, your majesty?"
"I'm going to make you edge."
Damien lowered his head and began eating me out with passion. It felt even better than the first time, as he skillfully flicked my clit with his tongue. I felt myself climaxing at a fast rate. My body began to shiver and my breathing began to quicken.
"Don't stop, your majesty. Please don't stop."
I felt my orgasm rushing at me, I was at the edge. I screamed out, and then Damien moved away. My beautiful orgasm left quicker than it came. I screamed again, tortured by the feeling of climaxing without reaching the final destination. I panted heavily, cursing at Damien, demanding him to continue, but he wouldn't. He watched me through long lashes and then stood.
"Are you satisfied, your majesty?" I asked him through gritted teeth.
"No," Damien replied, and began removing his clothes. His erection was even bigger than the first time and I wasn't sure how that was even possible. Staring at it made me ache inside, and I needed him inside of me before I went crazy. "Why are you so beautiful, Ana? Why do you turn me on the way you do? Why do you torture me more than I torture you? Every moment I am not inside of you is torture. I can't take it."
Damien turned me over, so that my ass was in the air, he bent my arms back over my head and held them in place with one hand. I gasped the moment I felt his thickness slid into my tightness. The pain was sweet, as he pushed himself all the way inside of me.
"Fuck me, your majesty." My words sent him over the edge. He rammed inside of me over and over, grunting and slapping my ass with his free hand. I felt my vagina tighten around his cock as an orgasm neared. I screamed out, welcoming the release, but then Damien pulled out of me. He smacked my ass and then pushed me onto my stomach.
"Thought I'd let you cum that quickly?"
"Please," I begged.
"Please, what?"
"Your majesty," I replied with a cry. I was past his games. I couldn't take it anymore. "Please, I can't take it anymore."
Damien growled and rolled me over on my side, lifting my leg up so that he could slide his cock inside of me. His fullness was enough to make me edge, and I screamed as he slowly pushed himself in and out of me.
"Faster, please, faster," I screamed. "Please, your majesty. Please let me cum. Please take it, it's yours."
"Oh, Ana," Damien said, pulling out of me and rolling me onto my back. He quickly slid his cock back inside of me and started fucking me with passion. "Tell me again how your pussy is mine."
"It's yours, your maj-" I couldn't even finish the sentence, as a wild orgasm impaired my speech. I screamed out, pushing at Damien as I came violently, but he stayed inside of me, never letting up.
"Fuck, you're squirting," Damien said, his voice full of awe. I didn't know what he meant. All I could feel was the wildest orgasm taking control my body. I was no longer aware of my surroundings, as I floated just outside of my own consciousness. The pleasure had put me in a state of bliss.
When I came around, I found Damien fully dressed, fixing his tie in the mirror. He looked over at me and smiled, the sinister look in his eyes was gone. I had calmed the beast inside of him, even if only for a while. He looked calm and regal, just like a king, and the idea of what he'd just done to me turned me on all over again.
"It's time for you to sleep. Tomorrow is the big day."
Damien turned the lights off and walked out of my room. As I lay there in the darkness, I allowed all of my fears to slowly creep back in. Two days ago, I was a virgin maiden, stuck in the past. Now, I was a hormonal woman with a hot and cold relationship with a beast…an attractive beast, who knew exactly how to please me.
Damien was a murderer. He'd killed his own father and brother. If he could kill them, he could decide to kill me, if I ever stepped out of place. What would he do to me if I ever disagreed with him, or spoke out of place? As a king, with all rights to do whatever he wanted, what would he do to me? What would he do to my people? King Paul had done a great job at running the kingdom, would Damien ruin it? As queen, could I let him? Who knew how a man, who was raised to be a killer, would run an entire kingdom of people.
My mother had said that I would be able to tame the beast, but was she right? How could she think I'd be able to reverse years of conditioning? Damien was mentally stronger than me. He'd know if I were to try and tame him and instead, tame me. My mother wanted me to play a game than I'd get caught at. I didn't know what she expected me to do.
In the morning, I'd be married to Damien. I'd be known as the woman married to the Black King. I'd never earn the people's respect, or trust. I'd be the most hated woman in the kingdom. The thought kept me up all night.