Page 4 of Taken By the Devilish King

"I told you, Ayla. I'm King Lofynyx and you're going to be my queen."

Oh fuck.

I've got a real headcase over here. And from the looks of it he has the money to evade production security and bring his fantasies to life.

"That's all very well and good, but I've got a movie to shoot, so if you wouldn't mind..." I start getting up only then realizing I'm not wearing my usual Calliope costume but a thin, black see-through robe. "The fuck?"

"Ayla, you don't understand. You're not on set. You're not on Earth. I stole you and we're traveling in space, back to my home planet where I will marry you and crown you Queen of Vyperion. You’re going to be my wife. My mate," he says.

It takes me a moment to process what he says, what with being practically naked in front of him, and him speaking nonsense but when I do, I turn around and take his hand.

I rub it but the paint doesn't come off.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

"This isn’t make-up, is it? You're really an alien, aren't you?"

He nods with a slow, almost sweet, blink of his eyes with long, rich eyelashes.

God, he really is gorgeous, even if he's a blue devil.

"Wait a minute. Did you just say you stole me?"

CHAPTER 2

LOFY

She's radiant.

As beautiful and sexy as she was on screen, she's twice as much in real life. I can't stop staring. I can't stop looking at every inch of her body on full display just for me.

Vyperians usually don't bother with clothing save for special occasions but I realize Earth's customs are different so I commanded my attendants to get some human clothes for her before we took her, to make her feel more comfortable. More at home.

However, the instructions had been clear. They still need to be revealing enough to satisfy my Vyperian needs. I’m so pleased they delivered.

The black robe compliments her fiery long hair and offers such contrast to her glistening, ivory skin.

There's not a single inch of her she can hide from me and I can't wait to make her mine in all the Vyperian ways possible. I harden just looking at her succulent, smooth body. My mouth waters just by the thought of all the things I could do to her.

But my head fills with the buzzing sensation of anger mixed with fear and those feelings keep me anchored on the spot.

"Stolen, yes. As I've explained, I'm taking you away from the planet you call Earth and to my home planet where I will claim you before my people as my queen."

I want her to have no doubt about my intentions for her. She will rule my planet with me and will serve my needs just like I will do hers. We will be the idyllic Vyperian royal couple and silence all my naysayers. All my enemies.

"Are you...are you proud? Because you sound proud." She lets go of my hand and I immediately miss her warmth against my skin.

The anger turns to scattered thoughts in my head, confusion still paired with fear.

And to think only moments ago, I could feel her arousal for me like a searing heat in my head that traveled all the way down to my cock. But now that desire has subsided, overtaken by negative feelings I don't like.

I don't want to make her feel scared. I want to make her feel wanted and needed.

“I am indeed. Proud, that is. I’ve dreamt of this moment a million times over.”

I reach for her, having every intention of putting her back to sleep but when I manage to wrap my large hand around hers, it gives me pause.

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