A ROYAL OBSESSION

A.N: Mature Scene Alert!

Please skip if you feel uncomfortable.

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She dragged her feet to the bed, her heart racing as her brown gaze fixed on the red sheets. Normally, she would have slipped into bed without hesitation, but knowing what awaited her now made her feel like disappearing. Leon didn't seem like someone who would understand her feelings; to him, she was merely a means to satisfy his desires. If she wasn't feeling okay, he didn't care.

Taking a deep breath, Maya stood beside the bed, then turned to face him. Leon stood there, impatiently waiting. "On the bed," he commanded again, his gaze locked onto hers.

She swallowed hard, searching for a way to escape this situation, to escape him, even though he had warned her he wouldn't let her go without getting what he wanted.

"Maya, I don't have all day," he warned, his calm voice laced with venom, as if to say that any further delays on her part would not end well for her.

"I... I haven't had a bath," she suddenly blurted out. One of his eyebrows arched.

"I've been in the dungeon, I slept on the ground, and I must be dirty now. You wouldn't want to sleep with me like this," she continued, each word fueling the frustration simmering inside him.

"Five minutes," he replied curtly.

"Five minutes isn't enough—" she began to argue but was cut off.

"Five minutes or nothing," he countered sharply.

Resigned, she took a deep breath and headed in the direction of the bathroom, aware that she had lost this round. Once out of his sight, she drew the partition to ensure he couldn't see her. As she loosened the robe's ties, she suddenly realized she hadn't brought a fresh one; stepping outside while naked was not an option.

So, she opened the partition again, walking back into the room. Leon had returned to his seat, sipping wine, his gaze tracking her every move as she approached the cupboard, grabbing a fresh robe before heading back to the bath.

No sooner had she stepped in than she came out again, prompting his annoyance. She hadn't finished; she just needed to retrieve a towel.

As she headed to the bathroom once more, he thought, If she comes out a third time, there will be consequences. His foot tapped against the ground, counting the minutes until she would return.

When five minutes passed and she was still inside, Leon clenched his jaw. Why hadn't he just gone in and ordered her out? Why was he holding his patience when it was so obviously being tested? After another five minutes, he walked toward the bath. He noticed her shadow behind the partition as she wriggled into her robe. Leaning against the wall with arms folded, he waited for her to emerge.

When Maya finally stepped out, she almost jumped at the sight of him standing there, his expression unreadable but annoyed. His jaw ticked as he asked, "Are you trying to test my patience?"

He took in her flushed skin from the hot water and her hair, damp and clinging to her face. The silk robe hugged her figure, and he felt himself tightening with desire. "I gave you five minutes," he asserted through gritted teeth.

"If you knew anything about women, you'd understand that we spend more time in the bath cleaning every part of our body," she shot back.

The corners of his mouth twitched. "So, is every part clean now?" he asked.

Maya's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I need to know because I'll be running my tongue over every area. Is it very clean now?" he said casually, as if discussing something mundane. His sudden shift to dirty talk caught her off guard. She noticed the flicker of amusement in his eyes, which quickly vanished, revealing how much he relished the power he had over her.

Maya swallowed hard, desperately avoiding his gaze as she attempted to move past him. "I need to get the comb."

"For what?" Leon questioned, his annoyance palpable.

"My hair... It's tangled, and I need to straighten it," she replied.

She heard him curse under his breath. "Fuck that."

Before she could escape his presence, he lifted her effortlessly with one arm, and she clung to his strong neck instinctively, shocked. What was with him?

He saw no reason for her delay; her hair would end up tangled again anyway. She was deliberately pushing his buttons, and now that he had her within reach, he wasn't letting her go.

Leon moved deliberately towards the bed, effortlessly dropping Maya onto it before towering above her. She scrambled, trying to tuck herself in under the sheets, but he threatened, "If you move... I promise this will get harder for you." Maya inhaled sharply, her breath quickening as she steadied herself, desperately wanting to escape his gaze. But Leon was unyielding as he began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, never breaking eye contact. With each button released, he revealed a chest that was as hard as rock, smooth and unmarred, accompanied by strong abs. Tossing his shirt aside, he reached for his belt, sending Maya's heart racing. There was no way out—this was happening.

Maya averted her gaze, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation as she heard him shed his pants. When she looked back, he had placed one knee on the edge of the bed, closing the distance between them. Tension filled the air as he leaned in, and Maya closed her eyes, bracing for a kiss. Instead, she felt a rush as his lips grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear, his hot breath igniting a reaction she couldn't ignore. He trailed wet kisses down her neck, leaving her breathless and tense, toes curling involuntarily.

As he continued down her collarbone, Maya clenched the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Maya's breath quickened as she felt his strong hand move up her thighs, each trace jolting her like electricity. His hands came to a stop by the ropes of her robe, and with a tug, it came loose and her robe parted. She shut her eyes, feeling her skin burn as her chest was now naked in front of him.

He peppered kisses down her chest, down the line in between her breasts. Maya's hand clenched the sheets tightly, feeling his tongue leaving wet trails as he kissed her navel, her tummy dipped, butterflies swirling.

She didn't know why she was feeling like this... She wasn't supposed to, not with him.

This man didn't deserve it, he had hurt her, he had locked her in that dark cell and now, he was touching her like he hadn't done anything wrong and what was worse? His tongue teased her body just as he had promised and her body was reacting to it. She hated it. She really hated it and wanted not to think of it, she didn't want to think of him and what he was doing but she couldn't help it.

Leon held her thigh firmly, leaving wet kisses across her thigh. Maya's skin was soft and she had a flowery scent that turned him on. Still, he didn't appreciate the fact that it did things to him.

He kissed his way down her thigh before coming to stop in front of her entrance. She was already wet.

Without hesitation, Leon kissed the spot. His tongue parted as he started to lick her wet core.

If Maya thought she had felt it all, she had absolutely felt nothing compared to this.

Her hips began to arch against her will. She threw her head back, her lips parting and moan escaping her mouth softly.

The way his breath fanned her down there, his hot tongue running up and down her folds, she swallowed hard, her hips arching as he kept lapping the spot. He tilted his head, running his tongue sideways, then flicked it down and up before pressing deep into her.

"Ohhh" Maya couldn't help but gasp loudly.

Once she realized what she had done, she clamped her mouth to stop another shameful sound from leaving her lips.

Leon grabbed her thighs firmly, his grip strong as he parted them even wider.

His tongue continued pleasuring her as it moved up and down, again and again, faster than before and Maya gripped the sheets harder, feeling as though she would come apart soon. He intensified his pace and she could feel her body shaking beneath him as if she was being jolted by electricity.

His pace increased until she almost came, her moans intensified. "Please... Please don't stop... Please... Ahhh... Ahh... Peter" she moaned.

Suddenly, Leon froze, his body still as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. He looked up, his gaze questioning... Peter?

Maya's lips parted in shock too. She hadn't meant to call peter, it was a slip.

With chest rising and falling and her gaze locked with his, she could feel herself clenching hard down there but that wasn't her concern now.

She had made a mistake, a very big mistake. "I... I didn't mean to" she said, her voice shaking.

Leon's gaze remained impenetrable; there was no hint of anger or disappointment—only a chilling coldness as he regarded her. Maya swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his stare. Without uttering a single word, he reached for his clothes and swiftly donned his pants and shirt, his movements efficient and deliberate. "I'm sorry, your majesty. I swear I didn't mean to," Maya implored.

But he ignored her, striding towards the door and stepping out, leaving her behind without a second glance. And he never came back.