The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 46

VALERIA

"Yes, yes, of course, Your Majesty. What an honor to have you in my humble shop," Mrs. Betty responded nervously, bowing respectfully.

"Thank you for your work. Step out for a moment, Mrs. Betty—Sasha is waiting downstairs to pay," he replied, but his eyes never left mine for a second.

I took advantage of the seamstress leaving quickly, closing the door behind her, to head over to where my dress was folded and put it back on.

However, I had only reached the edge of the table when I heard hurried footsteps, and I tensed, feeling him press against my bare back.

One hand wrapped around my waist, caressing my stomach, while the other slid over the arm I was using to cover my breasts.

Only the thin slip over my hips separated my body from the King's warmth.

"Let me go! What do you think you're doing?" I struggled slightly, trying to break free from his hold, but his arms closed around me possessively, trapping me between the table and his massive body.

The rapid beating of his heart echoed against my back.

If he weren’t the cold, indifferent Aldric, I might have thought he was nervous.

"Wait, Valeria. Just wait a second, please… just give me a moment, little one," he whispered against my skin.

His red hair fell over my collarbone as he buried his face in the curve of my neck, his towering figure bending over mine, so much smaller in comparison.

"What do you need a moment for, Your Majesty? Do you have an order for me, a task, should I clean your chambers or wash your clothes?"

"Valeria, stop. I know I treated you badly… I shouldn’t have shouted at you, the things I said—"

"Everything you said was what you truly felt. You don’t need to apologize. I was the intruder who went through your personal things. I did the same as the other maids—I abused your trust. I’m grateful you let me live, Your Majesty, but I don't think I’m suited for the position of your maid."

"NO" His voice was firm. "You’re not leaving me. Why is it so easy for you to walk away from me every time?"

His voice was hoarse as he turned me in his arms, pressing me against his chest while I kept my arms crossed over my chest, my eyes lowered.

My nose brushed against the fabric of his shirt as I struggled to resist his intoxicating scent that seemed to surround and tempt me, urging me to lower my guard again and surrender my will.

"Valeria, look at me. Lift your head—I want to see your face," he murmured, his warm breath fanning my forehead, but I refused to meet his gaze, clenching my teeth and remembering all his cruel words, the harsh way he had treated me.

"Fine. If you won't look at me, if you don't want to see the truth in my eyes, then listen to it from my heart," he whispered, hugging me tightly.

Not a single inch of space remained between our bodies.

His fingers tangled gently in my dark hair, his calloused hand pressing me fully against his chest, where his heartbeat pulsed powerfully against my ear.