The King's Lover
Chapter 31: To His Chambers

Chapter 31: To His Chambers

Trigger Warning: The latter part of this Chapter includes a scene of coerced sexual activity. Please proceed with caution or skip if needed.

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Rose had just finished arranging her newly acquired items when she heard loud and insistent knocking. She rushed toward the door and was met with Edna who had a distraught look on her face. Martha could be seen coming up behind her.

"I told you to just open the door," Martha said. "You wasted time knocking."

"Come," Edna said instead of replying to Martha. She grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her out of the room.

"Wha’s goin’ on?" Rose asked, confusion written all over her face. Her stomach squeezed as she wondered if she was in trouble. Mister Henry had said she could leave the job half done.

"We have to get you to His Highness’s chambers right now," Edna hurriedly explained.

Rose frowned, realizing it was a completely different situation. "Ye can’t be serious? ’Tis just past noon!" Rose exclaimed.

Edna turned to look at her. "I am, and we don’t have any time." Noticing the apron, she pulled it off Rose’s body. She wrinkled her nose. "You can go."

"Wha’s ye talkin’ about?" Rose asked. "Go w’ere?"

"The Crown Prince’s chambers. Go now!" Edna replied, pushing Rose forward. "I don’t know what would happen if you’re late. The guard said the crown prince is in a bad mood and that he almost hit Prince Rylen. That has never happened before. The two of them are tied at the hip. They don’t even fight."

"Why are you telling her all that? She’s only here for one thing, and she should be ready to do it whenever the crown prince asks," Martha mocked. She folded her arms as she stood in the corner.

"Pay Martha no mind. Just go. Now!"

Rose nodded and, gathering her dress, she sped down the servants’ quarters to the main section of the castle. She took the long hallway that led to the crown prince’s wing, went up the stairs, and got to the path leading to his chambers.

She ran past the guards. No one looked at her oddly as she rushed past them. They were used to her coming and going at this point. She reached the doors, and the guards in front opened them. Rose hesitated. She had run all the way here and was out of breath, but she didn’t get a chance to recover when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

The doors shut, and Rose was slammed against the closed doors. She winced as her sore back hit the hardwood, but her mind quickly shifted from the pain to the person in front of her. His deep brown eyes almost looked red in the sunlight. His hair was disheveled, and he wasn’t dressed in his usual royal attire—just a plain tunic and some pants.

There was a look in his eyes that left her confused. She didn’t care about the crown prince’s feelings and she certainly didn’t care if he was having a bad day.

The hand on her wrist didn’t let go; rather, it tightened as his body locked her in place. The crown prince studied her face, and Rose shut her eyes, but they were forced open when she felt a hand on her chin. Her nice scent drifted to her nose and Rose fought the urge to push him away.

Caius lifted her chin and mashed their lips together. Rose squirmed, trying to move away, but he was pressing her against the door. There was no way she could escape, especially with his hand on her chin and wrist.

It felt like she was drowning, and the crown prince was vicious, holding her in place so she couldn’t move away. His tongue invaded her mouth and he twirled their tongues together. He sucked and prodded until Rose was absolutely overwhelmed. When he pulled away, she was flushed and out of breath. .com

The crown prince smiled and looked at her. "Take off your clothes—all of it!" .com

Rose blinked as she tried to register his words, but her ears failed her. She was still dizzy from the kiss as she rushed to fill her lungs with air. Caius narrowed his eyes and a brow raised. He lifted his right leg, and she heard something unsheathe.

Rose’s breath hitched, and her eyes widened as she caught sight of a dagger. It reflected the sunlight, and for a moment, she thought the crown prince was going to cut her with it. She had heard all about the royals’ sick preferences, but this was too much for anyone to handle.

Caius brought the knife to her chest, and she winced at the coldness of it, shutting her eyes tight. But instead of pain, Rose heard the sound of her clothes being cut. The dagger was so sharp that the instant her dress made contact, it gave way.

Caius cut it all the way to her waist, exposing her pale skin and not just that, her breasts. Rose’s first instinct was to cover up, and she almost fought the thought, but his eyes made her lose the battle. It was the way he stared—it made her both uncomfortable and something else. Rose didn’t want to think of the word.

Caius tossed the dagger aside. "Take your hands away."

He spoke softly; there wasn’t a hint of threat in his words, but Rose’s hands fell to her sides, and she shut her eyes tight. She couldn’t see, didn’t want to see. He cupped her breasts, each fitting perfectly in his palms. He ran his thumb over her already hardened nipples, and Rose’s eyes flew open.

Caius raised a brow. "You know, I was going to savor our first time, had you done as I requested. It wouldn’t have come to this." She heard a sharp sound as the rest of her clothes were ripped, falling to the floor. "Turn around."

It was a simple command, but Rose knew better than to disobey. She slowly turned around, but the crown prince never fully took his hands from her chest. His left hand remained on her breast while his other hand started to slide down her back. He lightly traced the marks, mostly avoiding them and just tracing the edges.

"I’d rather not do this again," he whispered. "You have such pretty skin."

Rose had to dig her fingers into her palms to stay still. She wasn’t ticklish—not in the slightest—but his fingers sent tingles all over her body. Rose hated that she didn’t hate the sensation.

"Bend forward," Caius commanded, his voice raspy as he spoke, sounding on the edge of control.

She obliged, and he took his hand away from her chest, lightly pinching as he pulled his hand away. Rose held back a strange sound and gripped the door handle for balance, hoping it wouldn’t open and she would be on full display for all to see. She shut her eyes at the horror of this imagination.

"Spread your legs." Though he gave her the order, his hands were already moving to separate them.

This time, there was no teasing. He went straight for her most sensitive part. Rose jerked, trying to pull away from his hand, but his left hand had moved to her waist, holding her in place.

"You best hold still. This is more for you than it is for me."