Breena’s breath hitched as she stared up at the tyrant, the warm, slick fluid still clinging to her cheeks and lips.
Swallowing the taste, she forced her trembling body to remain rigid, glaring into his pale grey eyes with defiance.
“I think my job here is done,” Breena spat, wiping a sleeve over her eyes.
“You wanted to release.
You just did.
Now let me go.
Whatever smell you think you’re catching has nothing to do with you—it’s just a biological reaction to your overwhelming scent.” A rumbling chuckle vibrated in Dronti’s chest.
Before she could push herself backward, his hand shot out, wrapping around her waist.
In one effortless movement, he lifted her off the floor and pulled her straight onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
Breena gasped, her chest pressing against his broad, muscular torso.
Dronti dipped his fingers into the seed on her chin, dragging his wet thumb down the column of her throat and smearing it thick across her exposed collarbones.
His eyes burned with heat as his hand trailed downward.
“Stop it,” Breena growled, her hands pressing against his broad chest to push him away.
“I’m not interested in your sick mind games, my King.” Dronti’s expression instantly turned ice-cold.
His grip tightened around her waist, pinning her against him so tightly she could feel the lingering heat of his pulse.
“I am playing no jokes, healer,” he whispered dangerously, his voice echoing in her ear.
“I could easily turn you around and release inside you instead.” “I am not afraid of you,” Breena hissed, leaning in until her nose almost touched his.
“And I certainly won’t let you take advantage of me like the endless line of desperate women you keep around.” Dronti’s dark eyebrows raised slightly, a dangerous curiosity flashing across his sharp features.
“It seems you know a lot about my personal life, little healer.” Breena locked her jaw, refusing to offer a single reply.
She let the silence stretch between them, hiding the venom surging in her veins.
He had no idea how many years she had spent tracking his movements, recording his habits, and studying his every weakness while waiting for the perfect moment to enact her vengeance.
Seeing her silence, Dronti became relentless.
His hand slid up from her waist, slipping beneath the fabric of her top until his fingers reached her cleavage.
Breena’s pulse spiked.
When his palm cupped her breast, squeezing the soft flesh with firm authority, a traitorous moan nearly escaped her throat.
Panicked by her body’s instinctual reaction, she bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting her own blood.
Driven by pure survival, Breena lunged forward and sank her teeth deep into the thick flesh of his shoulder.
Dronti let out a sharp grunt as her fangs pierced his skin.
Taken off guard by the sudden strike, his iron grip on her waist loosened for a split second.
Capitalizing on the opening, Breena violently twisted out of his lap, scrambling backward until her heels hit the edge of the nightstand.
Breathing heavily, her chest heaving, she adjusted her disheveled top and pointed a shaking finger at him.
“Pay me my fee and I will be gone,” she demanded, her voice laced with poison.
“My work here is finished.” Dronti didn’t move right away.
Sitting naked on the chair, he slowly scanned his gaze down her body, taking in her flushed cheeks, her disheveled clothes, and the trail of his seed glistening on her skin.
“It is far from finished,” Dronti said coldly.
He stood up, his towering frame easily casting a shadow over her.
“I need to be absolutely certain whether I can actually impregnate a woman.” “That is none of my business!” Breena shot back, taking a step back as he approached.
“My part of the contract was to cure your physical block and make you release.
I did that.” “It seems you didn’t read your contract well enough, healer,” Dronti murmured calmly.
Ignoring her glare, he walked over to the side, grabbing a towel to casually wipe the remaining moisture from his thighs.
Moving with ruthless efficiency, he pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, pulled out a stapled document—the contract she had signed earlier that evening—and tossed it directly at her chest.
Breena caught the papers, her eyes scanning the text frantically.
“Read the last clause,” Dronti instructed coldly, stepping into his trousers.
Breena flipped to the final page.
Tucked right above her signature was a tiny, precisely worded sentence she knew hadn’t been there when she glanced over it earlier: The healer shall remain in the service and custody of the King until he successfully conceives a legitimate heir with a woman.
Failure to fulfill this will result in indefinite service.
Rage boiled over.
Breena crumpled the contract in her fists and hurled the papers directly at his face.
“This page was not here!
You added this after I signed!” Dronti didn’t even flinch as the paper brushed his shoulder and scattered across the floor.
He pulled on his crisp black shirt, buttoning it up with a calm precision.
“I have no time to waste exchanging words with you,” he said, turning toward the door.
“You stay right here until I get a woman pregnant.” He reached the doorway and paused, his hand gripping the handle.
Slowly, Dronti turned his head, his pale grey eyes locking onto her flushed face, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
“Tell me…
are you planning on getting pregnant by swallowing my cum?” Before Breena could throw the nearest mug at his head, Dronti stepped out, closing the door firmly behind him.
The click of a deadbolt echoed through the silent room, locking her securely inside.
She was completely trapped in the room.
Breena stood alone in the dim light, her breath uneven.
She raised her trembling hand, violently wiping the remaining traces of his warm fluid off her cheeks and collarbone with the back of her sleeve.
Looking up at the locked door, a dangerous smile slowly spread across her lips.
“Thank you for letting your nemesis stay…” Breena whispered into the quiet room, her eyes glowing.
“You just handed me front-row access to your grave.”