Possess

Lucien towered over her sleeping form, eyes boring deep into her soul as he wondered when she was going to wake up so he could start his reign of Hell in her life. She had been unconscious for more than a day now, and he was the most worried.

The way she lay on the bed might give the illusion that she was dead. The females in his private harem had been doing a wonderful job keeping a close eye on her and monitoring the royal physicians as they came to check her pulse and try to bring her back to life sooner. They were all told to notify him the second she woke, as he had a lot planned out for the both of them in the coming days.

Tamara saw the king kneel beside her unconscious form as he gently brushed away the stray strands of her hair from her face.

"If you are dead, you better resurrect now," he whispered softly into one of her ears as his gloved hands fisted around one of her small ones. "I can't torture a dead person."

His dark red-golden eyes moved to her perfect face and plump lips with hidden desire. How foolish he was back then in the garden to have been captivated by such… average and pitiful looks.

"You are no longer pretty to me anymore… in fact, I lied about you ever being the prettiest. I have found better women, ready to fall at my feet, give their hearts and bodies completely to me, and stay with me forever."

He said, hands tightening around her small ones as he rose to his feet, finally letting go and leaving the room after casting her one last glance.

Tamara also turned to follow after him but paused and turned to confirm if she wasn't just imagining things.

It was so true.

She grabbed a few strands of her hair and looked down at it, comparing it with the hair on the unconscious mortal's head. A slight tremble down her spine triggered the eerie similarity of her hair to the one on the girl's head. And this hair on her head happened to be the only reason the demon king seemed to like her a lot.

Tamara looked away, eyes darting back and forth in confusion before exiting the room and following after her demon as quickly as she could.

On their way down the golden hallways of the east wing of the Red Palace, the demon king met with the royal physicians in charge of waking up his nemesis.

The ancient demons bowed their heads low before him, and the demon king gave them all a slight nod to state whatever they had to say to him.

"Your Eminence, the mortal is expected by us to wake up by this evening."

Tamara noticed how that pleased her demon and couldn't help how her jealousy seemed to grow over someone he made it pretty clear he was not interested in romantically.

"But…" The demon king noticed how the royal physicians looked at each other as if unsure how to tell him this. "...there is something else about her we would like you to know about, Your Eminence."

Lucien rolled his eyes, thinking what else would he be interested in hearing other than that she was going to be conscious by evening time.

"Does she possess secret angelic genes that I should be worried about?"

Both demons stared at each other again before one of them shook his head and tried to explain to the demon king that it was much more serious than that.

"No, Your Eminence. She doesn't possess any, but she is likely to di—"

"I don't want to hear it, and you all could choke further on anything that concerns her other than her waking up by this evening and being ready for all I have planned for her," Lucien said and walked away, making all of them bow their heads as they watched the king leave.

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Tamara sat before her vanity table, busy brushing her hair as the light of the moon above seeped through and the night wind blew gently on the curtains that opened to her large balcony. Each time she brushed a few strands of her hair, she would keep remembering just how likely her hair was to the king's rejected mortal mate's.

The time the king also said he knew someone with hair similar to hers made all this creepy and a bigger mystery for her to solve.

Had they known each other before, and how did they meet without her knowing about it?

She happened to know all the demons the king had been with before and even now that she was with him—as his woman and future queen.

This twisted relationship between the demon king and this strange mortal girl kept amazing her as well as…

Tamara let go of the brush as it fell on the marbled floors of her room. She suddenly rose to her feet.

…making her insecure each day about her place and position beside the demon king.

Tamara dipped herself inside her bath, heavily perfumed with all the oils and bath soap her hands could land on. She changed into the most see-through silk dress her hands could find, her slender hands moving through the dark curls of her hair, swinging it side to side to see just how beautiful it was and how she looked in the mirror while doing so.

She put on one of her night robes to cover the dress she wore underneath and left the room for the demon king's chambers, trying her luck again to get him to sleep with her.

And this time, she believed she had something that would captivate him enough to want to bed her tonight.

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Tamara presented herself before the imposing double golden doors that would open to his room, the demon guards before the doors secretly eyeing her lustfully as she pushed the doors open and entered unannounced.

She followed her steps deep into the ever-dark room of the demon king. His room was designed to represent both elegance and darkness at the same time. It had a pleasing touch of hell and the soothing feel of gloom, and the air of dominance it carried was thick.

She stepped in and found him already seated on his large bed, his hair loose around him as some fell to cover his face.

He seemed to be in one of those deep thoughts that involved his eyes being completely closed for deep concentration.

Tamara eyed his form on that bed, and she couldn't help but touch herself at the sinful imagination of having him all to herself tonight. Her hands moved to cup one of her small breasts at the thought of seeing those beautiful, dark red-gold eyes again. Her other hand wandered down to her southern lips, a deep moan of satisfaction leaving her lips at the thought of their bodies becoming one and in perfect sync.

She moved close to the bed as quietly as possible and climbed on it, creeping towards his figure. Tamara stood on her knees before him and paused to wonder what he might be thinking of at this time of the night.