Page 23 of Taken By the Devilish King

Or do I return home to pick up the pieces of my life and career and pretend as if none of this ever happened?

I know the former option sounds ideal, but I've also worked so hard to be someone. I don't want to give it up for a man. No matter how good and kind he is.

"Are you sure?" I put my hand on his neck and his eyes shut slowly, reveling in my touch.

It's so addictive, watching him, the effect I have on him by a mere ghost of a move, and it does very little to quench my growing need for him. In fact, it does the opposite.

"There is...a matter." His reluctance is interesting and I'm not entirely sure what to make of it.

"A matter? What kind of matter?"

He leans into my hand and closes his eyes, taking several big breaths before he speaks.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this. It is irrelevant and breaks the custom of the abduction and isolation..."

"What is it, Lofy? You can tell me anything."

I don't acknowledge how wifely that makes me sound, or how absurd this whole situation is. Because it is. But what can I say? Of all the things I expected to happen, this was the last and most surprising of all. After all, how many women, or humans in general, can say they've been thoroughly eaten by an alien king?

"Your...absence has caused quite the stir back on Earth. Now, I know it doesn't matter if you agree to be my wife, but I thought I'd warn you in case...you reject my proposal."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Proposal? I don't remember you asking."

His eyes narrow and he studies me. For the hundredth time I wish I could see in his head like he does in mine so I could see what he's thinking and, more importantly, what he's searching for.

He hesitates a moment. "That...is an Earthen custom. Would you like me to do so?"

I shrug and put my arms around his neck, the warmth of his body making my own temperature rise considerably and my pussy even wetter.

"It wouldn't hurt," I whisper in his ear.

His cock rises between my legs. I feel it like a searing rod on a collision course, but before he can take place right where I want him, he steps out of my embrace and brings me back down.

Which is probably for the best.

"What kind of stir?" I ask.

Yeah, it's probably best to focus on the matter at hand and not the other one.

"Well, you didn't show up for your last few days of the shoot and people believe you're in rehab. Or dead."

"Fuck!"

The movie.

How could I have forgotten about the movie? Gosh, it's like I've forgotten I have a life back on Earth.

Oh, production must be pissed. I already know Jonathan doesn't like me, and now he has even more reasons not to for ruining his movie. Not that I care that much about that pathetic director who thinks he's above everyone and everything, but...still.

"I need to tell them I'm okay."

But then what? What kind of excuse could I possibly give them? What could I possibly say that would justify me missing work?

Lofy shakes his head and bites his lip.

"I'm afraid it's not possible. You're not meant to have contact with the outside world?—"

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