5. Fed

It was grand. The food was still warm and there were two plates. She stared at the knife. She can’t kill yet. Not yet. He was being nice. Maybe he’s just making up about the ‘mate’ thing. To manipulate the maids. 

From what she heard, his maids were murdered. He had two whom he also bedded. They have most of the audacity in the castle as his mistress. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they would treat her like a bitch. 

“Eat.” He commanded as she reached for the knife first. She gripped it a little as he smirked. “Bella, that blade won’t even go through my skin.” 

She gaped and looked up at him. 

“What?” She asked. 

“Are you thinking of something?” 

“Yes, my apologies. I had other worries.” She said as she sliced her steak. The king hates the finest food, more meat. 

“If you want to keep the room, you need to find ways to please me. Do you understand?” 

She needs to agree with him. This is an easy way to get close to the King. It was odd that it was too fast for her to get closer to him and sleeping with him on his bed, getting fucked and sore was part of it. 

Something is wrong. Missions like this were never easy. But is it true that he's her other half? And if she killed him then she would be killed as well? But why does she feel soulless if she has a mate? 

NO. She thought to herself. That man was simply manipulating her. She would let him do all sorts of fetish he had in mind. Then, she would set up a trap and kill him. 

She just needs to enjoy fine steak with him. 

“Here,” He pointed his fork to her mouth. She stared at him and he was smiling, more like a smirk. 

“Your majesty, I’m coming in,” Paxton announced as the door opened. He put down his fork as he turned his head at him. 

“You need to have dinner as well, Paxton.” The King sighed. “How can I enjoy this dinner with my woman?” 

“Did you say that your maid could use the Silver Room?” 

“I did.” 

Paxton looked at her for a while. She acted frail as always. It seemed to be natural for her to act as frail. He seemed to scrutinize her. 

“Paxton, go and take a break. Let my brother do what he wished for a while. At this moment, I will stay here. Don’t wake me up early as well.” 

Paxton sighed as she stood and bowed her head at him which surprised him. 

“I will go back to my room, sir. I apologized for~~” 

“Bella, sit down,” Dominick commanded her. She didn’t even flinch from him but she turned her head at Dominick.

“Miss Bella,” Paxton smiled and bowed his head. “I’ll be going now. Have a good night.” He then turned his heels and left. 

Bella acted like she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave the place but she could only do that if she could kill the king. 

“Come here.” He called as Bella hesitated. Then he pointed to his side. “Here, closer.” She submissively approached him as he pushed his chair and he pulled her into his lap. “You don’t do that to any man in front of me.” His hand was over her lap. Their faces are so close together. 

She pushed him as she stood quickly. He smirked as he cocked his head in front. She went to her seat and ate casually since she was not a girl from a royal family. That’s what the King wants, perhaps. She glared at him as he continued eating and he offered her more food. 

She’s not someone who would eat the food that was given to her out of pity. She worked hard to feed herself and buy things she wanted. 

“Bella, what kind of position do you like in bed?” He asked out of nowhere. She frowned at him. And even if he’s a King, he probably wanted someone that would defy him. He seemed to enjoy her annoyance. 

“That’s irrelevant from the food.” She said as she finished half of her steak. “I would like to leave if there’s nothing else you want me to do.” 

“Oh, there’s a lot of things that I wanted you to do.” He said. “Strip.” 

She stared at him as he roared in laughter. Then, he raised his wine. 

“I’m kidding,” He said. “We’ll watch something tonight. I think you’ll enjoy it.” 

She was curious as well. But it was probably something about his likes. She picked up her wine as she sipped a little. Then, that’s when she realized that there could be something in the wine. 

“Oh, I didn’t say? There’s an aphrodisiac in there. Just a little drop.”

“You are a pervert.” 

He roared in laughter as he drank more of that wine.

She quickly stood to leave but suddenly the door locked from the outside. 

“Come here, baby girl.” He called. “You won’t leave my room until I tell you so. Don’t worry, little lady. I won’t fuck you tonight. I just want your scent all over my bed.” 

“What?” She creased her brows. “You think that all women would want to sleep with you?” 

“Yes,” He sneered. “My former maids would kneel in front of me and do other jobs. But you? You are special because you are mine. Don’t worry, I won’t force you to do that.” 

Her frown grows deeper. This King is indeed full of himself. Now she understood. However, there’s something deeper about it. She doesn’t want to make assumptions, however, her job is to kill. The word kill. As long as she heard it from him. 

He wiped his lips as he took her wine and handed it to him. 

“Drink.” 

She didn’t even touch the glass. 

“Drink it, Bella.” 

“No.” 

He grabbed her jaw as he drank the wine without swallowing it as he pressed his lips to her. It caught her aback as he transferred to her mouth, a few red wines rolled down to her chin as his tongue worked on hers. 

She groaned as she stepped back but his hand tightened around her jaw. Her body heated up instantly from the small amount of wine. 

The only thing she could do was to give in. To seduce him further and to let him think that she’s giving in because of the aphrodisiac. 

He moaned so loud in pleasure as he picked her up. Since he’s bulky and tall, he could lift her easily. Her hand was over his nape as she felt those tensed muscles on his shoulder by her forearms. 

She pushed his face away by pulling his hair to gasp some air but he was on it. 

“Stop…” She mumbled. 

“You were responding well, tigress.” He grumbled as he continued smashing his lips to hers. “Why would I stop?” He licked her chin with stains of wine, down to her neck. “Bella,” he whispered. “I love the way you pull my hair.” 

She froze again and it seemed to dig something in her memories. Something she had forgotten.