All Chapters of His Destined Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Deeply staring into my eyes is a pair of the darkest sets of sapphire blue that​ I have ever seen and a set of lips smirking devilishly towards me. Just staring at him takes my breath away. I cannot seem to move or speak. My legs and arms become paralyzed. I probably look like a fucking fool.What the hell! This is freaking embarrassing! Why can't I break from his stare?He strums his finger across his parted lips and watches me with amusement. Oh, come on. Say something... anything. This is embarrassing as hell!A sound I have never heard before lullabies through my ears. It reaches to the depths of my soul. It is nothing I have ever compared to. It is sweet and angelic, yet terrifying at the same time. It is terrifying because I know just from the sound of his voice, I will never be the same again. He hums within my ear, "It is nice to find you finally, you, Katrina."The room spirals around me, taunting me with his odd comment and tempting lips. "It is nice to find you, finally, yo

Gradually my eyes flutter open to the morning sun blazing through the windows. It burns at first. Not ready to get up, I close them back again and roll onto my side while pulling my pillow against my chest. I always hold my pillow in the mornings. It is the one comfort I look forward to and cherish as a part of my daily ritual.When I squeeze my pillow, I realize something is… off. My pillow isn’t lumpy. The fabric brushes smoothly along the side of my face. Come to think of it; even the sheets feel... different. I feel like I am laying upon pure Charmeuse silk, each part of the fabric gliding across my skin. “I must be still dreaming.” I think to myself and cover back up.My full-sized bed is the same place I have laid upon since I was a child. The mattress is the same, so I know this could only be nothing more than a wonderful dream. Too bad, though, I could get used to waking up like this. I could only imagine having the wealth to afford such luxuries. “But why does it seem so rea

"So, you think, offering me only sweet words from your precious tongue will be enough to earn your clothes back?" He asks as he licks his lips hungrily.Bargaining such a promise may not be a powerful gesture too many, but I may have a chance to him. The second I had made the offer, his body momentarily relaxed, and the grasps of his cool fingers around my waist side lightened up enough to help me back away. “How do you believe that is so, Katrina? Words are just nothing more than words. Nothing more.”“Oh, come on. Even you don't believe that.”“Oh,” He crosses his eyebrows and tries to come closer. “How are you so sure?”“Because words affect everyone. Especially when used… appropriately.”“Careful, Katrina. Don't push your luck with him.”He stares me up and down from head to toe and thinks for a moment.“Hmm, true. You are right, Katrina.”Gently, he tucks my hair behind my ear, causing chills to spread my spine. He leans in and whispers, grazing his lips against my ear.“Words can

Many nights I remember laying on top of my own lumpy mattress daydreaming of being in the embrace of another man's arms, or even something as daring as to awaken waisted at one of Blaire's infamous parties with a couple or two not remembering the night before. Still, now… now I find me once again for the second morning in a row alone in an unfamiliar bed. The worst part is, not once do I seem to remember how I end up in such a predicament. I fling my head in back frustration against the black silk pillow. This has GOT to stop! Where the hell am I now?Yanking the blanket off of my legs, I attempt to stand on the floor. My feet and legs are wobbly, but I steady myself. My bare feet sink into the soft white carpet. The first thing I notice is at least I am finally dressed this time in a pair of navy-blue jogging pants with deep pockets and a thin cotton white t-shirt, but with the draft I am feeling beneath the fabric, it is obvious they did not give me any underwear or bra. However, I

"Oh! Uh! Look, Raquel, you said your name is?" I ramble nervously.“That is soooo not necessary!”“Yes, it is." He says firmly. “It seems now more than ever.” “No, seriously, Raquel,” I say as I glance down toward his long fingers. The way they are steady as they wrap around the black zipper. Raquel twists his fingers, allowing the zipper to split the fabric against the seams. I hear the familiar clicking sound. Unable to look away, I watch as he purposely takes his time unzipping his pants. My mouth parts with each click. I wanted to swallow my saliva, but my mouth became dry. The corner of his lips turns up as he smirks at me. My cheeks become flushed once again. I look away quickly because I'm embarrassed that everything is happening so fast. “You're blushing, Katrina. There is no need,” he smirks, letting one side of his pants drop-down next to his v-line. “I am just showing you my tattoo.” The next side drops, showing me his dark hairline. He continues in a matter-of-fact-tone,