The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 22: The Command

**Nicholas**

I smirked and faced Barbara, "You can leave now. Your job was done here"

Isaac dragged Barbara out of the room who was too stunned to speak. Her eyes only focused on Florence. I meet the dazzling eyes of my little mate that holds nothing but fury. There was something in her stare, that coldness, and determination.

When the door was slammed shut, the throne hall fell into erring silence. Florence looked away and focused her attention past my shoulder. To the large window on the left where she can see the radiant moon cast in the starless sky that was reflecting in her eyes. She was tense and her heart was beating so loudly.

I wonder what she was thinking right this second.

She takes a step back to create distance between us and that made me irritated for some reason.

"Stop. Don't move" I snapped.

She was instantly frozen on her spot.

"Strip" I commanded nonchalantly.

"W-what?" Florence asked, shocked. She stared at me.

Now, I have her attention.

"I said strip, Florence"

She didn't move and instead asked angrily at me "Parson? I don't think I heard you clearly"

"I want to see the body that I bought" I replied casually as if it was a normal occurrence.

When she didn't move once again, I sighed and started to get annoyed, "Don't tell me you forgot your words just a second ago?"

"I don't. I just can't—" she countered.

"Then strip, Florence" I ordered coldly, holding her gaze.

She takes several deep breaths and raises her hand to hold the thin strap of her lavender dress. She pulled it down over her shoulders. The dress slides down until it falls over.

I followed her every movement, taking every inch of her skin tattooed on my head. I let my eyes take in her body. Seeing her in front of me only wearing a white lace strapless bra and white cotton panties made my cock painfully hard against my pants. Damn those curves.

But I was not yet done. I wanted to see more of her skin. All of her.

"Remove all of your clothing" I demanded.

My eyes followed her lips between her teeth. She was biting it so hard that I was sure it would bleed in no time.

With her hands shaking, she unlatches her bra that falls gracefully onto the floor. I intensely watched her until she gripped the band of her underwear, sliding it down her legs. My gaze takes in every part of her body. From her beautiful face, delicate neck, and well-defined collarbone down to her ample breast and pink nipples that hardened from the cold, narrow waist and flared hips. Long and slender thighs. The sight of a perfectly shaved mound made me lick my lips.

She had a perfect body.

The light from the chandelier illuminated every part of her body. Her skin was fair and pale in a complexion that I was sure my marks would be very visible to her skin when I sucked her flesh and held her while I thrust deep into her heart.

The thought made me impossibly hard.

I circled her, letting my eyes run over every inch of her body. My hands were behind my back, not trusting myself not to touch her.

"You are worthy of a mistress" I whispered darkly and stopped in front of her and stared at her unemotional hazel eyes.

Her jaw was tight and her lips were now tightly pressed together. All of a sudden, she had her head bent. "Thank you, Your Highness"

Her words were plain and empty.

I furrowed my brow and hissed. "What do you think you're doing, exactly?"

She continued to keep her gaze on the ground and said, "Just like what you requested, Your Highness. Mistresses should always show gratitude"

I gritted my teeth at what she did. I was not expecting that she would quickly act accordingly to what mistresses should do. She was showing me respect, therefore I should be happy, but all I felt was resentment and discomfort for how she was acting. It was certainly a sight, but I preferred for her to say other things especially if we were in my bedroom, rather than when she was thanking me for something so lame and robotic.

"Get dressed. I have seen enough" I ordered annoyed.

I took a step back, not liking where my mind was going. I refused to look at her again because I knew I would not be able to control myself not to take her right there on the floor.

My control was slipping. I started to walk through the door, but when Florence looked up, I stopped. Her lips were slightly parted. Her face turned crimson. Maybe from anger or self-control to answer me.

I don't fcking know.

The only thing I knew at that second was how hot and sensual she looked.

"Damn it" I cursed under my breath.

My hand wrapped around her neck in an instant as I pushed her to the wall, placing my thigh between her toned and smooth thighs. I leaned in, peering at her face, and her body.

The speed at which I moved caused her eyes to widen, but I was barely in control to notice and pay attention to that pleasing reaction of her. I placed my head on the area between the base of her neck and across her shoulder where my mark will be. My grip tightened as I heard her heart beat faster and felt her shiver at his touch. It was an enhancing rhythm. I couldn't help but suck on the delicate flesh of her neck, wanting to taste her soft skin.

"S-stop. W-w-what do you think you are doing—hmm" She instantly covered her mouth as the moan escaped.

My lips curled into a smile at her delicious gasp. I enjoy how she trembles against me as I drag my lips over her jaw and back to her neck, addicted to sucking on her delicate and soft skin.

I smirked and whispered against her skin, "What are you saying again?"