This is not a happy chapter guys. Contains unwanted sex so the people who cannot read it please skeep the half part. Although I tried not to be harsh it's not rough . I know it's hard but it was something I had to write. I promise that I will make it up to you in the next chapter. Don't hate me please. I want to thank each and everyone of you for your AMAZING feedback. This story is my baby and Im so glad when I read your reviews . You made my days so thank you SO SO SO MUCH.!
Credits to my friend Lupineborn who beta this. 3 Thanks honey!
She hears the door knocking and her heart thunders in her chest. Her fists clench before she answers. ''Yes?'' In a trembling voice.
Leopold enters her room smiling, or better, smirking at her, his eyes drink in her sight and she wants to throw up just by seeing him. He approaches her with strong and steady steps as she sits on the bed, lips pressing together as fear washes through her body, her entire system is particularly shaking at the picture of him taking his regal clothes off without talking.
She avoids his gaze when he stares at her, keeping her head down. Her eyes are fixed on the floor, she cannot keep her eyes on him, she will scream, yell, cry if she looks at him, and so she keeps her head down.
She feels his palms caress her shoulders. It's not rough but it feels wrong, feels dirty. His hands travel to her jaw and she still doesn't look at him, she still clenches her fists.
Her mind screams, her heart yells at her to leave, to escape, to run away but her body betrays them. She knows it's hopeless to try to avoiding this, knows that she has to do it.
She hates it.
She hates him.
She hates her mother.
Leopold hooks his fingers under her chin and lifts her face up, forces her eyes to look at him, as his other hand pushes the nightwear from her shoulder.
''I will be gentle with you Regina,'' he speaks softly and she nods and looks down again, tears are gathering in her eyes as he pushes the nightwear all the way down until her breasts and belly are exposed to him, vulnerable in front of his hungry eyes.
He looks at her for a second and then pulls her into a kiss. She doesn't respond, just stays still, doesn't kiss him back, but he doesn't stop.
His hands cup her breasts and squeeze them, fingers tagging her nipples and she presses her lips together harder. He pushes her to lie down as he takes his underwear of. And he is disgusting, old and ugly.
She shuts her eyes closed at the sight of his member, thick but not long, and dirty and horrible.
Leopold takes her nightwear off, then her panties with quick moves and he growls, murmurs something about how young and beautiful she is and she fights the urge to tell him to shut up, because his voice makes this worse, makes her want to throw up right now.
He climbs on top of her and sucks and licks her skin, teeth bite her breasts, fingers slide between her legs while teasing her and her attempt to close her legs happens subconsciously but he doesn't let her. He orders her to keep her legs open for him. One finger enters her, and she flinches and grabs the sheets with her fingers, knuckles turn white. It's a horrible feeling; it's horrible to hear him groaning in her chest, before pushing his other finger inside. ''You are my wife,'' he says. ''Mine.''
She thinks how beautiful it would be to hear this from Robin, because she feels his. At the thought of Robin, tears start running down her cheeks and she tries her best to hold them back, to be strong, but when she feels his member rubbing against her clit, she can't hold back.
He pushes inside her with one thrust, not hard but she is not wet and it's painful enough to make her gasp. He murmurs something about her being tight but not as much as he expected, so he can be less gentle than he thought.
''You will be fine,'' he murmurs in her neck before he sucks hard and bites her skin as he pushes a little harder.
Her head is on the side and she cries silently, it's not so painful as she expected, but it's dirty, wrong , disgusting especially when he grows like that and murmurs things that makes her feel like a piece of meat.
She prays to God to let this end soon, she cannot bear him like this much longer. He pushes faster, thrusts harder inside her but she doesn't make a sound, doesn't look at him, her eyes are closed shut as he growls and squeezes her breasts. She would pray to God to let her die if it wasn't for Robin.
She tries to endure this only for him.
She would try to kill herself if she didn't love him.
Because she does. Oh how much she does.
Robin has a feeling. A bad one. Since the moment John told him that he wants to switch places because he is afraid that they will figure that he and the Queen are close - Robin can't stop thinking the worse.
For a reason he can't understand, his heart is pounding in his chest and he feels like something bad will happen.
Suddenly, he hears footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around, he sees his friend Jackson walking towards him.
''I thought you had your shift at the King's bedchambers tonight,'' he frowns.
Jackson smirks and walks closer. ''The King is having a great time at the Queen's room, mate.''
''Wha... what?'' Robin stammers as he feels dizzy. For second, he thinks everything around him is black.
''What's wrong, mate? Your face is like you have seen a ghost. Are you okay?'' He asks concerned, grabbing Robin from the shoulders.
''I have to go,'' he says, quickly pushing him back and starts running. He can't believe this. He doesn't know if he is dreaming or if this is actually happening.
Within seconds, he is at the corridor, where Regina's room is. He can see John looking at him as he runs furiously towards the door.
John moves too, he approaches him quickly and stops him by grabbing his shoulders, keeping him back.
Robin pushes back his best friend, glaring at him.
''How could you keep this from me?'' He says loudly, not caring very much about who is going to hear them. He can't think right now. The only thing he wants is to go in there, kill Leopold and take Regina away. ''We had an agreement, John.! You promised me that if you see the King coming, you would let me know!''
John looks at his friend, guilt washes through his body because this is the first time he lied to him.
''I'm sorry, Robin. It was for the best.''
''How the hell could it be for the best? The woman I love is getting rapped and I couldn't do anything to stop it because I didn't know,'' he yells and John grabs his shoulders and shakes him, because he might say another word.
''Are you insane?'' John says in a calmer tone than Robin's. ''You are yelling that you love the Queen right outside her room, when the King is in there? Come to your fucking senses,'' he says as he shakes him again.
Robin breaks then, full of images of Regina crying underneath Leopold, of Leopold growling on top of her, without giving a single damn about the woman he adores. How could he do this to her? How John could lie to him?
Why did she to him?
''She made me promise, Robin. That I wouldn't tell you a thing. She was afraid that you would do something to stop this.'' John says after a while as he can clearly see his friend being in pain, his features have changed, his eyes almost water as he looks at the door.
''I would have done. If I knew. '' Robin whispers back.
''She knew it. That's why she chose not to tell you. Because she wanted to protect you and your feelings. She knew that you would go crazy.''
Robin closes his eyes and takes a deep, long breath to calm himself.
''The woman I love is inside this room and an old man who doesn't give a damn about her, is actually rapping her and I'm right outside. I can almost feel her pain, and I can't do anything about it because if I do, me and you - and most importantly her - we will all end up dead. So what makes you think that I wouldn't go crazy, John?'' He says, his voice is quiet and his tone threatening, which makes John worry much more than before.
The door opens suddenly, and the two of them are watching Leopold getting out of Regina's room, the satisfied smile on his face makes Robin grow angrier, his blood boils, fists clenched to prevent himself from killing the King at this second.
''And what are you two doing here?'' Leopold asks before he closes the door and as much Robin wants to see inside the room he can't.
''We were changing shifts, your Majesty,'' John answers first, calmer than Robin, who is looking intensely at the King.
''Do what you have to do then.'' Leopold says and leaves.
Robin watches him until he disappears of his sight and takes a deep breath, walking towards the door.
This will be hard. He doesn't know how she will be but he knows one thing.
No matter what, he won't let this happen ever again, even if it leads to his death.