From the outside, there were no sounds of any life within, but as we step in, the roaring laughter of men came to a slow stop. I step in before her, and eyes shoot towards me, a few men instinctively recognize my face and their eyes dilated, and the remaining men follows shortly afterwards as the sight of my face finally prodded their memories. Even went as far to slid back in their chairs, as I stepped in a couple of steps, but mellow out when I stepped aside, exhibiting Tiana from behind my larger frame

"Ah, there she is my wife." The voice of Gunter spoke somewhere in the room, and it follows by a chair scuff somewhere in the distance. And while crisp footsteps click towards us, I threw my eyes around the scenery.

A conference room fit for the elites, a single Mahogany table long enough to run a mile and it's paired with dark swivel chairs occupied by men dressed in crisp dark and white suites. The scent lingering around is expensive, and the floor polished.

"I take it the herd cleared for you all downstairs." Gunter chuckles crisply as he appeared from somewhere behind us, casually slithered his arm around her waist, pulled her towards him and they proceeded to walk to the single empty seat on the very end. Hesitation wrapped around her ankles, and she drags the anchors to keep up with him.

My presence was like a fog of darkness, while I followed closely behind, keeping my eyes straight ahead and the smirk at bay as their fearful eyes scrutinize my every move in a whistling silence. All except the woman, who gathered as one on the other side of the room.

Where the eyes of men were intimidation and timorous, their eyes line and brim with lust. Mischievously gaping up and down my frame, few of their pink tongues sensually licking the bottom of their lips, and the others teasingly pull the hem of their dresses to showcase a handful of cleavage.

The sound of a chair scrapes along side of me, as we finally reached towards the front end of the table. I blinked down to Gunter helping himself to his own seat and patted down aside him for her to join. Unconsciously I step forwards to pull her chair, and an older man whimpers to my proximity.

"Oh, due forgive him." Gunter chuckles, "My brother has learned his ways, and has no ill intentions for anyone. Is that right now brother?"

Darkly I stare down to the man as I nodded, pulled her chair for her and backed away, crossing my hands behind my back.

"Could the mutt not have waited outside?" A croaky voice said in the room, I look over in time to the distasteful gaze of a younger man looking at me with malice.

Like Ray, his eyes were naturally sad shaped, his frame slim, hair slicked and raven colored, and he sat aside an older man with a white beard, that bore a resemblance. Both of their eye's lock on mine, and like the previous character Dominic, these two held the same challenging darkness. Not cowering from my glare.

"Nonsense." Gunter Interjected. Neither I nor the men blink away to acknowledge. "My brother belongs here at my side, plus, danger could come about and where would he be to protect the Queen?"

"I think the real danger, is here with us in this room. King Gunter." The older man with the bear responded, musingly leaning his back to the chair. His voice deep, modulated and hinted he is from a southern region.

In response, Gunter darkly chuckled, I watched in my peripherals as he gently swung an arm around Tiana's body, his keen eyes burning through my temple as he latched a hand on the edge of her chair, pulling her closer to his larger frame. And beckoned to me with a sharp whistle, the tensity begun to lighten and a few men lightly chuckle watching as I turn my head towards the call.

"Tell them little brother," he says, moving his fingers until it hovers above her breast and used one to circle around her nipple area. "Those days are gone now, right? you wouldn't do anything to harm these gentlemen, and their lovely wives now would you? and let's not forget your King and Queen."

I grit my teeth, the ends of the nailbeds threatening to pierce right through the rough skin of my wrist.

"The King speaks to you." The young boy sung darkly.

This time the tension thickens like a blanket, and now all eyes were on me. Rage spirals within my veins like molten lava, and my fingers itched to break their bones.

This day was all too familiar. Just like it was years back when Gunter and his friends nearly beat me to death. Almost every day after school where they needed to have boy meetings at the tree house, only to get me all alone during my chores and training.

'It will help with your training.' he would say. 'Were helping you get stronger.' But I saw right through his scheme the first time around, the real dark intentions that he tried hide behind a plastic mask. In those days defending myself again would have been near impossible. I was still malnourished and weakened, living in a camp.

Bruised, and carved. It would always be me in the end, drinking my own blood, so it would never spill in vain. Or at least give them the satisfaction of watching it ooze from my mouth. Things would always go downhill from there, and my supposed guardians would scold me with a belt or tie my wrists with chains, while Gunter got a slap on the wrist.

These memories still burn and haunt me every night. Since than I have waited for the day where I could wring his neck. And now I am reliving those moments again, the spotlight beams on me, but now I am stronger than I once was.

I look at their faces and burn their images into my mind, for when the day comes and their blood spills on my hands, it will be me holding the last laugh.

But then I catch a glimpse of the little swan aside of him and remembered the reason behind my survival. It was all because of her. Even when she loathes me today, when I finally burn everything to the ground, and her standing alongside of me in the charred ashes, I could finally tell her the words that I have kept bottled in for so long, these feelings I could not explain, but knew I felt from when she first wiped dirt off of my cheeks.

In due time. Just not yet.

I mellow out and nodded, and the ends of my lips curl wickedly. "Indeed sir." My voice resonant and dark, seemingly enjoyed mostly by the women who uncrossed their legs in the background, leaning in to give a better view of their breasts.

Any amusement Gunter held begun to diminish as he replied in a lowly tone. "It is not to me you should to."

My eyes drift to the men before me, burning their faces into my brain. "Indeed, forgive me."

Only a few were at ease, but only the smart ones held their guards.

"Good." Gunter drawls, before clearing his throat. "Now gentlemen, where were we." His arm lifts from Tiana, leaving her to the side as he leaned in forwards to the men.

Their eyes still bore down on me, yet they proceeded.

"King Gunter," one of them said. "Considering the outcome of what happened recently, where would be a better place you'd recommend?"

Right off the bat, the innuendos were evident. From when we walked in, roaring laughter billowed to every corner, and now they carry on with heavy caution.

Gunter sighed. I could tell he was treading his words. "We will pertain more meetings in the future about that cause. In the meantime, have you located the rest of the men for the upcoming ceremony?"

In that moment, Tiana raised her head. "What ceremony?" she interjected.

But as before, her words floated like tendrils into the air and dispersed without a trace.

"No King Gunter." One of the men answer, speaking right over her words.

Steadily I trail my eyes upwards, peeking to the voice behind the brazenness, come to think of it, no one in here properly acknowledged her, the way they would have acknowledged him.

And Gunter was no better, "Then we need to hire more workers and create one big event, enough for a ball. Kings and Queens of other countries will be joining in."

"What ceremony?" Tiana asserts, her voice louder.

"Considering a few passings that have led to a decline -"

Eyes conspicuously trail to me accusingly.

"The firm must be tighter than before."

"I agree." The man with the white beard adds on. "Wouldn't want any more innocent lives taken.

My chest rumbles and I stifled a chuckle.

But he didn't stop there. He summoned a sharp breath and planted his elbows onto the table, his thicker frame hides the younger boy behind him, only leaving his dark strands visible, and his grey eyes sharp on my frame, "In fact, King Gunter, I request something during the ceremonial day and gathering."

"What is it?"

"Let's mount the pictures of those that have passed onto a screen, so every powerful man and women can see how cruel a person could be."

They all murmur to the thought, a few even nodding in agreement s Gunter rummaged it over. "That isn't a bad Idea, Sir Colten. My butlers will add that to the list."

"Please sir, allow me to set this up for you." He offered, sparing Gunter a musing glance and smiled. Then his eyes drift back to me and his smile is gone. "It would be my Honor sir."

"What Ceremony, Gunter." In the silence she sought out her chance and garnered everyone's attention. Breaking her own bubble of silence.

Only to be ridiculed by her very husband. "Honey, I'm talking one second."

With a weak smile came a nervous chuckle. She turns and faces him, "I just want to know what's happening Gunter I -"

"And you will -" he cut her off. Everyone observing with a disapproving gaze. elevating their presence before her. "In due time, my love." I watched his hand as he ran his fingers into her hair like he brushed the fur of a dog.

"But I -"

"King Gunter -"

This time I throw my head up to the voice that dare cut her off, red colors begun to paint my vision as I stare at an old man in the far right, speaking over her as if she did not utter a word. Steadying my composure was becoming a challenge.

"Yes, mister Jackson."

"No!" everything in that moment fell silent, and she garners all attention in the room. Under the heat of eyes thrown at her she collects her crumbled presence, lowly huffing out her frustration. "I was asking my husband a question mister Jackson." she says to him, leaving no room to argue.

His demeanor careless, undermining her as his queen, and he only let out a breathy chuckle. "And I will answer it later."

"No, answer it now Gunter it's not a big deal." Tiana shrugged edging onto his behavior with her own.

And suddenly the amusement slowly paused, his bright blue eyes tinting to a darker shade, and his voice darkened. "Later. Tiana." The warning in the words cold.

By now the building pressure between the two had begun to thicken around, stakes rising high between a King and His Queen and everyone in the room felt the stretch as I and a few men straightened our backs.

"I am your wife, I sit on this chair aside you, and I cannot know what it is that is going on?" From her tone, I could hear the real question at hand, her own aggravation bubbling in the mix.

And when I felt the smirk etching its way onto my face, I lower my head to look down at the shiny soles of my black dress shoes. while inwardly rooted for her. 'Remind them of their place my Tiana.'

And in a lowly deep tone Gutner says. "Then maybe it is best we part for the day."

"Will we not be needing the Queen for arrangements King Gunter? I take it a woman's taste in colors could stand out brighter."

"No, we will not. My wife just needs to rest and come back to terms on her own accord." he replies, without sparing a glance to the owner of the voice keeping the dark shade of his eyes solely on her.

"Guard." he beckons to me, and I turn to him stoically. "Take my wife from here, and straight home where she will rest, until I return."

"Yes sir." I step forwards and she throws a hand at me to pause.

"Or everyone can clear the room so you and I could speak like a husband and wife."

Gunter released a hefty chuckle, as if the idea was far too fetched. Like always, he didn't like it when things did not go his way. And threw his gaze to me. "You were given orders." he growls. His jaw ticking, soon to act on his impulsiveness and strike her.

She aligns herself to reply when I stepped in. "Come my queen." before she can usher out any words, she was thrown over my shoulder, my gingers pulling down the hem of her dress as we head out to the cold lobby.

At the close of the door, we were submerged in our own bubble of silence until she spoke. "Put me down."

"Not yet."

We enter the warmth of the elevator when she asked me again. "Can you put me down now?"

"Just one more minute." I smirked, feeling her fists jabbing my back and the kick of her legs, but in my view was her round ass rippling in my palms.

By the time we had reached the bottom floor I had forgotten she was in my arm, and gently placed her down.

She uses her moments to Adjust her dress and arrange her spilling breasts before we step out to the reporters. If people assumed we were sleeping together before, than for sure the headlines will definitely paint her as a whore. Who gets drilled by her bodyguard in an elevator.

"Why did you do that?" as feathery as her voice was, she was still hiding in her shell.

I inhaled, already pinpointing her words and the reason behind it exactly. Looking ahead to the empty dark hallway.

"Why would you embarrass me like that?"

"I think your anger is guided to the wrong person my queen. I was only given orders to escort you." I gently nudge her back to continue walking when she swatted away my touch.

"I didn't need to be treated like a child, I don't need you lifting me up, like some maiden in distress."

I huffed. My own aggravation spewing in me as I throw my gaze left to right for anyone that could be within ear shot. Our bodies silhouetted in the shadows of the dark hallways and not a camera in sight.

"Who do you think you are anyway."

"Your bodyguard." I responded.

"Well not anymore. From this I will have you fired. You and the entire team and -"

I chuckled. "That is far stretch my queen, what is it the workers have done to pay the consequences for your husband."

"What goes on betwe-"

"Between you and your husband, has nothing to do with me, and that I should stay out of it. I heard you, loud and clear my queen."

She pivots forwards and I call out.

"However, forgive me for overstepping, why is it your workers must pay the price for your husband." I watch the outline of her body in the shadows as she stopped midway, rummaging over the words before she turned around to acknowledge me.

"You know what you're right." she says in a playful manner. Approaching towards me cautiously like a feline in heat. "No one else in that castle has murdered anyone, no one else has taken everyone I loved, you know."

Her frame is brushing into me, soft breasts rubbing against my arm as she teases me. "What do you think hmm?"

Like a sly fox, she is upon me, her breathy voice low and sultry, sparks of electricity sprinkling throughout my skin at her proximity, burning my blood with hot need and desire and my wet tongue trails over my lips. My eyes coating with a dark hunger that surges blood straight to the organ in between my legs. Oh, the things I so wish to do to her, the worse things I could imagine simply for teasing me like this. I'm drawn to her like a magnet, her cherry breath fanning aside my cheek as she taunted me.

"How about hmm. Choose. Your job or your life." she declared. Dragging her slender fingers on the fabric of my suit.

The line of precaution officially snaps within me, my instinct ignites by the sound of a threat, and in a flash, I lunged forwards, gripping her by the small of her waist and with a long step she is pinned against the wall, managing only a tiny yelp from her throat before remaining breathless under me.

Trapped. Secluded. And in the dark. Her heartbeat accelerating, and so was mine.

"N-Nasir." she staggers.

Our lips merely inches from each other, and our breathing heavy.

"My Queen." I reply.

"Get off me this instant." she growls darkly

I only chuckle, feeling her nipples compressed on me harden by the rumble of my chest, and bury my nose into the top of her head, fluttering my eyelids to the heavenly scent of various sweet fragrances that are topped with caramel of a sort. There goes that adrenaline again, that sensational rush when our skin touches, the sparking electricity that zips through my veins. With only just one whiff of even her hair, I could not think straight.

But felt disrupted when I felt a jab of her fists. It came once, and another follows, pretty soon the heavenly scent that graced my nose is disrupted by her feisty attempts. My lips curl with aggravation and it follows by a snarl. In that moment, I forgot about our status, I forgot what was forbidden between us. My body and needs spoke for itself, and in one swift maneuver, both her wrists were ceased, pinned together with only my left hand and lifted it until it was up against the wall, and my other hand around her throat.

I'm taking her. Right here and right now.

And in that moment, she had no where to run, no one to call out to, just a little swan and a big wolf and it's prey.

"I will scream." She threatened. And my hand around her throat slightly tightens as I dipped my head along the side of her neck, blowing a soft breath into her ear.

The heat of my warm breath pulling her desire as she involuntarily moaned. Desire acting like waves that travel into the deepest parts of her needy body, and she arches her back.

"Scream my queen. I love it."

"You will be beheaded for this treason." she declared, her breathing mixed with a moan as I trailed my nose along the curve of her neck, greedily inhaling the pheromones of her hungry need for passion.

My leg rose up in between her thighs, and rubbed my knee onto the hem of her panties, and she sharply hissed. "Will I now?" I taunted.

"I will see to it, that you are. I hate you." She growls.

"Are you this wet for someone you hate?" I questioned feeling warm liquid damping into my pant leg.

My questions are unanswered, and I lift my head from her addictive scent, slithering my hand from her throat until it cupped her jaw, and I forced her eyes to me.

Though were submerged in a faint blanket of a shadow that well hid her eyes, her body said everything I needed. Hence why in the settling mood, I chose my words yet again, leaning my lips down until it hovers right above the plump line of hers, semi astonished when she parted hers with anticipation and I whispered.

"In this life or the next, we are destined to be one."

Every drop of boundaries pour out the window, and my lip comes down on hers, for only a second she stills, frozen by the action before she herself moans into my mouth sucking on my lips, melting to the heat we exuded. My hand released her wrists and she wrapped it around my broadened shoulders while I trail my hands down from her round ass, thick thighs, and down to the back of her knees, and lifted her. Pinned her against the wall and lined her wet pussy to my growing erection. The bulge catching her off guard and she squeals into my mouth, tightening her legs around my waist while we moan and groan to the mold of our tongues.

The proximity, the tension, the fact that were right in the center between the news hungry reporters and the elites just upstairs, naked to anyone walking by, and I had her pinned up until the wall, trying so hard to break free from the dark urge to tear those clothes to pieces, scoot whatever sexy panties she had on and thrust into her until all she can remember is my name.

The name that will give her the most immaculate pleasure, the name she'll scream when I tongue her pussy, the name she'll scream when she comes repeatedly, so much so even when i am not near, she'll come just thinking about me.

It becomes fervent, it becomes intense with every flick of our tongues, my body pressed into her so hard, dryly thrusting into her with the angry bulge behind my pants, his anger becomes mine, we both desperate to claim her in many positions. And as I move my chest up and downwards the fabric of her cleavage tugging down, and one of her breasts freed.

So soft and massive, I didn't even need to see it, driven by such a terrible hunger I grip the massive globe and gnawed down her nipples, her moans sharp, her legs spasming by the pleasure and the feel of her pussy leaking into my pants. I moaned. It tasted so good, I use my teeth to graze around it.

I'm going to take her. Right here. And right now.