The Demon King & The Prophesied Girl

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Chapter 77

It was two in the morning and I was starving and needed water. I didn’t even have breakfast before I left here to Rovana and it had been over 24 hours now since I ate or drank anything.

Suddenly I heard the door open and I stood up off the bed, facing whoever was coming in. It was Dimitri. He stood in the doorway, watching me, still wearing his wedding suit, looking as handsome as I’ve ever seen him. It hurt to look at him so I forced myself to look away.

He was silent as he watched me and I was frozen too, not knowing what to do since I couldn’t talk and explain anything.

He walked up to me and grabbed me by the shoulder. I whimpered at his hold as it was tight and almost painful. I looked up and met his angry eyes. “What are you doing here?” He practically growled causing me to flinch at the coldness I heard in his voice. I couldn’t do anything except stare at him. I couldn’t speak, I had no choice.

I could tell my silence was angering him as his hold on me tightened. “What the hell are you doing here?” He yelled as he threw me away from him, onto the bed. As soon as I got a hold of myself I scooted to the edge of the bed, far away from him as tears pricked my eyes.

He looked angrier than I had ever seen him and I knew it was because he thought I betrayed him. He was still hurt. I knew I shouldn’t be scared because this was the Dimitri that had loved me, the Dimitri I loved too.

But the only difference now was that he didn’t love me anymore. In fact, he hated me and I wasn’t sure I could trust him not to hurt me.

“If you’re not going to tell me, then get the fuck out and never come back.” He growled dangerously low as I burst into tears. I was frustrated, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t talk, I had no way of communicating with him and he was angry and wanted me out.

He watched me wipe my tears away as more fell. “Are you going to leave or not?” He asked and I confidently shook my head no. I couldn’t leave just because he was scaring me. I was going to try my hardest to fix things.

I could see the anger rising in him before he took a few deep breaths calming himself down. “Fine, you want to stay here, you can.” He said causing me to sigh in relief. “But you’re not staying here for free.” I didn’t care what he wanted, I’d give it if it could give me a chance to figure out what to do.

I nodded my head as I didn’t know any other way to tell him I agreed with that and that I’d pay him. I just didn’t know what he wanted.

He started walking to me and unconsciously I moved an inch or so back. He then grabbed my leg, pulling me down the bed, close to him. I was scared if I was being completely honest.

He had changed a lot the past three years and all I could see in his facial features was coldness, every trace of warmth gone. I felt him reach behind and find the zipper of my dress as my eyes widened and I pulled away.

“Do you want to stay here or not?” He asked sounding really annoyed and that’s when I realized what he wanted as my payment was.

Sex.

I looked down in shame and nodded my head. I couldn’t believe I was downgrading myself this low, using sex to pay someone, something I never imagined I’d ever do. But I was going to do it. I loved him too much and I was going to do everything I could to get our relationship.

I felt him tug at the zipper of my dress as he unzipped it all the way down. I was scared, hungry, and tired. I didn’t want to do this but I had no choice.

More fear hit me as I realized he might go really hard on me, harder than I could handle. I was still a little sore from last night since I let Tyler have sex with me.

He didn’t care about me anymore so I knew he wasn’t going to be gentle like I needed him to be. He was taking sex with me as his payment which meant he could do whatever pleased him and if I stopped him, he’d make me leave, considering my payment incomplete.

He removed my dress and undergarments and I felt the cold air hit my naked body. He then pulled me off the bed and made me kneel on the ground in front of him. He then began unbuckling his belt before he removed his pants. He then gathered my hair, bunching it up in his hands and held it tight against my head. He then yanked my head back making me look up at him, causing me to let out a gasp.

We stared at each other for a while before he smirked. “Guess you really have become my very own whore.” He chuckled as I looked down in sadness and shame. He then grabbed my jaw tight from his other hand, forcing my face up.

He then placed a finger in my mouth, causing me to open up before he thrust his dick in my mouth. He thrust in my mouth, hard and fast as I grabbed onto his shaft. He guided me with his hold on my head, making me go at whatever pace he wanted. I could hear his low groans and grunts as I sucked and licked him. He fucked my mouth for quite a while until I felt my jaw getting sore.

With his other hand, he had grabbed both my arms and pulled them behind my back, holding them there. His hold was tight and painful, preventing me from moving even an inch. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was left with bruises after this.

Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of me preventing him from doing so. He let go of me and I looked up at him to find intense desire in his eyes.

He then suddenly picked me up and threw me onto the bed. “Stay down.” He ordered and I obliged as he pulled me closer before pulling my legs far apart. He then positioned me against him and with no warning, pushed inside me.

I whimpered at the pain as I wasn’t ready at all. He started thrusting in and out, quite hard and I cried out in pain before he softened his pace. I could still feel the anger in his thrusts as he was going harder than he usually did with me, but it didn’t necessarily hurt. It just felt really uncomfortable.

His hold on my thighs and hips was quite rough and I knew I was going to wake up tomorrow with so many bruises. But none of that mattered, I was willing to do anything as long as I got my Dimitri back. The real Dimitri, not this cold, ruthless one.

I was so tired and hungry and sleepy, I just wanted this to be over. I could feel myself going limp with tiredness.

I felt tears slide down my cheeks at all the emotional pain and exhaustion I felt. I needed water, I needed food and most of all I needed my Dimitri back.

Soon Dimitri came and he was done. He then pulled away and looked down at me and I couldn’t find it in me to meet his eyes. His eyes, filled with so much hatred. “Tyler not good enough for you?” He asked as I covered my face with my hands. “I always knew you were a whore. That’s all you’re good for.” He spat out, his words hitting me hard. “And you know what Isabella? You were always right. You’re nothing compared to Demon women!” He spoke before he got up and left, slamming the door behind him.

I buried my face in the pillow and cried and cried. I never knew he could hurt me so much. I wanted to believe he was just saying those things because he was hurt, but I knew there must have been some truth to his words.

I kept crying until I heard someone come at the door. The door opened and a maid came inside, leaving me food and water. I gave her a grateful smile and in return she sent me a glare before leaving. I immediately scrambled out of bed and started eating. I was starving.

After I was done, I collapsed onto the bed and completely passed out in exhaustion.

******

The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. I opened my mouth to respond but then I remembered I couldn’t talk. “Can I come in?” I heard a familiar male voice and I almost cried out in joy as I recognized it as Devon. He’d listen to me, he’d understand me. He’d make Dimitri understand.

I ran to the door, trying to open the door but then I realized I had no control over it. I guess Devon realized I was trying to open it so he opened it himself. Eventually he was standing in front of me and I couldn’t help it as I ran up to him and hugged him.

I stood there hugging him for a while before I realized he wasn’t going to hug me back. His hands stayed limp by his sides as I pulled away in embarrassment.

I met his eyes and they were filled with anger causing me to back away. Of course he hated me too, I hurt his best friend. “Isabella, what are you doing here?” He asked as I stood in silence. “Are you here to taunt Dimitri?” He asked and I immediately shook my head, begging him with my eyes to try and understand I was innocent and that I’ve been just as hurt as Dimitri. But eyes could only convey so much.

“Did you think it was funny to play with his heart?” He asked, raising his voice as I shook my head again, the tears making a comeback. “Then why the hell did you do it? Why the hell did you hurt him? Why did you cheat?” He was yelling as I frantically shook my head no, trying to tell him I didn’t do anything.

“Dimitri loved you so much Isabella. In all the years I have known him, I’ve never seen him love someone that much, I’ve never seen him give someone so much of himself like he did with you. He gave you his everything, and you used it and broke him.” Devon said with so much anger in his words. “I lost my best friend that day. Rovana lost its King. He hasn’t been the same since you broke him Isabella. You ruined him. It’s like he doesn’t care about anyone or anything anymore. I haven’t seen him smile not once since that day three years ago, Isabella. Not one smile. Only anger.”

Devon’s words made me so angry at Tyler. He was the one who ruined everything. I’ve always loved Dimitri. I’ve never stopped loving him. I’d grown to make myself think I hated him but I’ve only ever loved him.

“He’s forgotten how to feel happy. He’s truly forgotten it this time. He’s completely lost sense of himself and I don’t think it’s possible to get him back anymore. First it was the pain he got from his Mother because he thought she betrayed them, and he only found out the truth after both his parents died, leaving him. Then he spent centuries fighting the Shadow inside him with so much pain and torture. And then you came into his life and you were the last straw. He’s gone, my best friend’s gone forever and it’s all because of you!” Devon yelled as I sobbed, shaking my head, trying to get him to understand, but I knew it was pointless.

I racked my brain for something, any way to tell Devon. I needed a pen and some paper. I started pointing at my mouth and shaking my head, trying to explain that I couldn’t talk, but he completely ignored me as he turned around to leave.

I immediately grabbed onto his arm to stop him, but he simply shook me off as he left, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I, then, buried my face in my hands as I slid down the wall into a little crouch on the ground.

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