Trigger warning for this chapter: hints of sexual abuse and rape.
Soleil POV
It’s been a week since I’ve been kept prisoner against my will. Had I known coming to Kline would have resulted in me being locked away in Kline’s house, I would have never bothered.
Yet, here I am.
Kline mates with me every day, sometimes more than once. What I once longed to cherish has now turned into a recurring nightmare. I don’t know what I ever saw in him.
Oh, right. I saw a king.
Every day, Kline comes home more unhinged than the last. He’s slipping. I’m not sure what has him so frayed at the edges, but I find it odd since he constantly tells me he’s won.
Today is different, however.
Kline bursts through his door, hair a mess and frantic. He has trained me well, and like a ‘good little girl’, I lie down on the bed and spread my legs for him.
He’s obsessed with impregnating me with his child, and I wish more than anything I didn’t have to bear this monster’s children.