Dragon King's Harem Chapter 240. Stubborn Princess V
The sound of my voice was low and threatening, sending shivers down Glasha's spine. I watched as her eyes widened in shock, her entire body trembling with fear. Despite her efforts to calm down, the overwhelming sense of terror that I had instilled within her was impossible to ignore.
Tossing the napkin to the side, I brought myself closer to her, like a beast approaching his weak prey. My hand moved up to her cheek, the back of my fingers caressing her skin in a mocking gesture. I could feel the heat of her skin against my touch, the pulse of her heartbeat quickening beneath my fingertips.
"Now you are afraid," I murmured, my voice filled with sly and cruel satisfaction. The words were like poison, seeping into her mind and filling her with a sense of helplessness. I relished in the power I held over her, in the way she quivered under my touch.
Her eyes widened. Realizing the danger, she tried to back away from me and released my hand, but I was too fast for her. My hands shot out and pushed her to the ground, pinning her wrists firmly beneath me. I could feel her pulse racing under my fingers, the thudding beat of her heart filling the air.
My eyes bore down on her, filled with a cold and menacing glare. She struggled against my grip with all her might, her face twisted in a mix of anger and fear. But I wasn't about to let her go so easily.
"Let me go!" she shouted, her voice filled with anger and frustration. I could see the fear etched across her features, the way her eyes darted around in search of an escape. But there was none to be found.
I leaned in closer and stopped in front of her face, my breath hot against her skin. "What makes you think a king like me will follow your demand?" I asked, my tone cold and dismissive. I could feel the power coursing through my veins, the thrill of being in control filling me with a sense of exhilaration.
She didn’t answer me and I didn’t expect an answer either. It was a threat after all.
But I didn’t stop there and decided to take this to another level. I wanted to give her a little lesson that she would never forget.
I released my hands from her wrists, but instead of letting her go, I used my telekinetic skills to hold her body in place.
‘Telekinetic.’
When she was about to move, an invisible force held her down, making sure she couldn't move. Even though the bracelet on her wrist could do the job, I wanted to show her the full extent of my threat.
"Remember this moment," I warned, my voice low and menacing. "Remember who holds the power here,” I threatened. Then I brought my lips to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, the pulse of it thudding against my chest. She trembled beneath me, her body quivering with fear as I drew closer.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever I was going to do to her. And yet, despite her fear, she didn't struggle anymore. She was resigned to her fate, ready to accept whatever punishment I was about to mete out. And I could tell she was waiting for me to claim her body.
But she was wrong. I didn’t do it.
"Whenever you want to oppose me," I whispered, my voice filled with deep and unrelenting displeasure. "Always remember this, Glasha of orcs..." The words were like poison, seeping into her mind and filling her with a sense of hopelessness. I could see the way her body wilted under my gaze, the light of defiance extinguishing in her eyes.
"When you are a prisoner, then you must act like one," I continued, my tone cold and unyielding. "And never ever waste my kindness ever again. I don't have much patience for someone like that..." My words were a warning, a clear indication of the consequences that would follow if she ever dared to cross me again.
I didn't wait for her answer, for I knew that it would be futile. Glasha was too proud to submit to me so easily, too determined to maintain her sense of dignity even in the face of overwhelming power. And yet, even though I wasn't sure that my actions were enough to make her obey me, I knew that it was enough to lower her pride, to make her realize the gravity of the situation.
Getting up from where I was, my eyes never leaving her face. And as I stood, I canceled my Telekinetic skill, releasing Glasha completely. She sprang to her feet, the look of defiance returning to her features. But I could see the way her body trembled, the way her hands shook with fear. She was no match for me, and she knew it.
Without a word, I turned and walked towards the door. The silence in the room was so heavy that it felt suffocating. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, that conveyed more than any words ever could. And in that silence, I could feel the weight of what had just transpired between me and Glasha.
Her body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. And yet, even though she was clearly seething with anger and defiance, she didn't move. And I could feel her eyes on me, burning into the back of my head.
Once I came out, as I passed the servant who was standing at the door, I didn't stop or turn him in any way. "Clean up the dishes," I ordered the servant, my voice firm and commanding.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, his voice low and deferential. While the guards bowed to me.
And with that, I left the room, the sound of my footsteps fading away into the distance.
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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 240. Stubborn Princess V
The sound of my voice was low and threatening, sending shivers down Glasha's spine. I watched as her eyes widened in shock, her entire body trembling with fear. Despite her efforts to calm down, the overwhelming sense of terror that I had instilled within her was impossible to ignore.
Tossing the napkin to the side, I brought myself closer to her, like a beast approaching his weak prey. My hand moved up to her cheek, the back of my fingers caressing her skin in a mocking gesture. I could feel the heat of her skin against my touch, the pulse of her heartbeat quickening beneath my fingertips.
"Now you are afraid," I murmured, my voice filled with sly and cruel satisfaction. The words were like poison, seeping into her mind and filling her with a sense of helplessness. I relished in the power I held over her, in the way she quivered under my touch.
Her eyes widened. Realizing the danger, she tried to back away from me and released my hand, but I was too fast for her. My hands shot out and pushed her to the ground, pinning her wrists firmly beneath me. I could feel her pulse racing under my fingers, the thudding beat of her heart filling the air.
My eyes bore down on her, filled with a cold and menacing glare. She struggled against my grip with all her might, her face twisted in a mix of anger and fear. But I wasn't about to let her go so easily.
"Let me go!" she shouted, her voice filled with anger and frustration. I could see the fear etched across her features, the way her eyes darted around in search of an escape. But there was none to be found.
I leaned in closer and stopped in front of her face, my breath hot against her skin. "What makes you think a king like me will follow your demand?" I asked, my tone cold and dismissive. I could feel the power coursing through my veins, the thrill of being in control filling me with a sense of exhilaration.
She didn’t answer me and I didn’t expect an answer either. It was a threat after all.
But I didn’t stop there and decided to take this to another level. I wanted to give her a little lesson that she would never forget.
I released my hands from her wrists, but instead of letting her go, I used my telekinetic skills to hold her body in place.
‘Telekinetic.’
When she was about to move, an invisible force held her down, making sure she couldn't move. Even though the bracelet on her wrist could do the job, I wanted to show her the full extent of my threat.
"Remember this moment," I warned, my voice low and menacing. "Remember who holds the power here,” I threatened. Then I brought my lips to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, the pulse of it thudding against my chest. She trembled beneath me, her body quivering with fear as I drew closer.
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever I was going to do to her. And yet, despite her fear, she didn't struggle anymore. She was resigned to her fate, ready to accept whatever punishment I was about to mete out. And I could tell she was waiting for me to claim her body.
But she was wrong. I didn’t do it.
"Whenever you want to oppose me," I whispered, my voice filled with deep and unrelenting displeasure. "Always remember this, Glasha of orcs..." The words were like poison, seeping into her mind and filling her with a sense of hopelessness. I could see the way her body wilted under my gaze, the light of defiance extinguishing in her eyes.
"When you are a prisoner, then you must act like one," I continued, my tone cold and unyielding. "And never ever waste my kindness ever again. I don't have much patience for someone like that..." My words were a warning, a clear indication of the consequences that would follow if she ever dared to cross me again.
I didn't wait for her answer, for I knew that it would be futile. Glasha was too proud to submit to me so easily, too determined to maintain her sense of dignity even in the face of overwhelming power. And yet, even though I wasn't sure that my actions were enough to make her obey me, I knew that it was enough to lower her pride, to make her realize the gravity of the situation.
Getting up from where I was, my eyes never leaving her face. And as I stood, I canceled my Telekinetic skill, releasing Glasha completely. She sprang to her feet, the look of defiance returning to her features. But I could see the way her body trembled, the way her hands shook with fear. She was no match for me, and she knew it.
Without a word, I turned and walked towards the door. The silence in the room was so heavy that it felt suffocating. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, that conveyed more than any words ever could. And in that silence, I could feel the weight of what had just transpired between me and Glasha.
Her body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. And yet, even though she was clearly seething with anger and defiance, she didn't move. And I could feel her eyes on me, burning into the back of my head.
Once I came out, as I passed the servant who was standing at the door, I didn't stop or turn him in any way. "Clean up the dishes," I ordered the servant, my voice firm and commanding.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, his voice low and deferential. While the guards bowed to me.
And with that, I left the room, the sound of my footsteps fading away into the distance.
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