Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 19 The night isn’t over yet

Doris looked down at her hand on the door handle and kept silent for a moment. She didn’t just hear that—

“Me?”

“Close the door. Since your lady has left, you stay here to serve.” William said simply.

Doris slowly turned to face him. Stay with him alone? For the whole night? Why would he want her to do that?

“Your majesty, I should go get Peter. I’m sure he would—“

“Are you defying me?” He frowned and sat up a little more.

“No! Of course not,” Doris said quickly.

“Then shut the door.”

Doris let out a low sigh and turned back to the door. Her nightmare was coming true, wasn’t it? How would she ever survive the night alone with him?

“I—I can wait out in the hallways, your majesty.” She offered, a bit of hope dangled inside her that he would let her leave. After all, he hated her. Didn’t he?

“Shouldn’t you be glad you’re here?” He snorted, she flinched at the sound. “Isn’t this what you wanted when you tried to tip Peter?”

Doris burned at his words, but stayed silent. She couldn’t tell him the real reason she was bribing Peter. She lowered her eyes to the ground and went to sit at the chair near his end table. She picked at her nails and tried not to focus on how close she was to his bed.

Her eyes shot to him when he sighed. “Candle.” He reminded her.

to blow out the candle on the

chair and folded her hands on her lap. She could hear him settle into bed, rolling back and forth as his breathing steadied. She’d never been in the same room with a man as

own breath and closed her eyes to clear her mind. His room smelled lovely and inviting. Much different from the stench

breath was deep and heavy, she felt her mouth was much too dry. She swallowed

to herself. He’d just had a cup,

not to trip over herself in the

to hand it to him, he grabbed her wrist. The cup shattered against the floor as she was pulled on top of him. “Oh!” She gasped at his strength, her mind flashed back

locked, she saw a bit of a storm in his gaze. His eyes lowered to her mouth and suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top of her. He pressed her into his silk

eyes blurred with tears. His face fell when she kept shaking her head and struggling. “You really know how to earn a man’s heart, don’t you?” He said with a bite to his words, but Doris thought she heard something other than anger. She thought

want to

at all,

feelings, he had to let Waylon take

undress her. She pushed at him with all

mark he’d left upon her neck. Waylon crackled silently. “I told you it

asked quietly, glad the darkness hid his face enough. He flinched at himself when he heard the hurt in his own tone, it wasn’t like him to sound

never wanted to.” Doris breathed, trying to calm herself. She would not cry in front of him, she would not collapse. Doris lifted her

of girl he wanted. Someone that gave up their dignity, freedom, even their lives for him and his wealth. They dressed up

would be signed. But there was no way she

never in

sounded shocked from her response

you, not sleep with

threatened, though his heart didn’t sound

She picked up one of the butter knives resting by the tea pot and pointed it