Page 9 of Taken By the Devilish King

"Hold on. You just said a lot of words I don't understand. What's Leviathars and what's Minoans?"

As she explains about the two countries of Vyperion I feel the bottle of wine staring at me. I've always been weak against a good Malbec. Especially one paired with a ton of cheeses. It’s another weakness of mine.

"Leviathar is our country. King Lofynyx is the ruler. We've been under attack from the country of Minos for centuries. They're after our resources. Their country is full of barren land and they are envious of our rich oceans, our raw materials."

Fuck it. I side step the girl and pour myself a glass. What's the worst that could happen? Drug me? They've already abducted me.

I crash on a large cushion and listen to her planet's history, taking small bites of the aged smoked cheddar that makes the wine taste so much stronger. It's utterly delicious.

"I'm not going to lie...what's your name?" I say when she's done with the history lesson.

"Triannis," she answers.

"I'm not going to lie, Triannis. Your planet sounds fucked up. But then again, have you looked at mine?"

"We often hear of your planetary problems. It makes us really sad."

"You and me both," I tell her and refill the glass. I offer it to her but she shakes her head and steps back. "I won't tell if you don't."

"I couldn't, Your High?—"

"At least call me Ayla. That, I won't back down on."

"As you wish. Ayla." Her face brightens when she smiles and I think about my next question very carefully.

"Right, Triannis. Can you be honest with me for a second?" She nods. "What does your king want with me?"

Triannis licks her lips.

"To marry you, Your Hi—Ayla." I raise an eyebrow and she corrects herself.

"But why? I'm sure your planet is full of viable women to take to the throne. What does he want with me, a human from Earth?"

She opens her mouth to answer but it's someone else who speaks instead.

"Because you're the only mate I'd ever want by my side." Triannis jumps and turns to bow to her king.

I, on the other hand, don't bother getting up. If he's going to treat me like a prisoner—granted a prisoner with the best of red wines and cheeses, but a prisoner no less—then he can suck my dick if he thinks I'll treat him nicely.

"You have a dick? How interesting!" he says and I sit up straighter while he turns to the maid. "Leave."

Triannis hiccups and makes her way out of the room.

"Please," I say.

"Excuse me?" he asks.

"Leave, please! Or even better, will you please leave us? Manners. They make a difference."

He smirks. The fucker smirks. As if I've said something funny.

"Ah, Ayla, a true warrior of the people even in real life. I like it."

I ignore his compliment—is it a compliment?—and circle back to his comment from two seconds ago and do my absolute best to ignore the raging boner between his legs and my flustered need to "take care of it."

"Did you just ask me if I have a dick?"

"I did."

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