Desire for you - ALPHA ILAY

DELILAH

The evening was a disaster. Why hadn't Achira told me that Ilay was also going to be there and was the owner of this club? Damn, I was ashamed as hell. I mean, how am I supposed to meet him tomorrow without turning bright red?

It was a fucking disaster if you ask me honestly.

Then he called me Laylah ... When he said that, it sounded like music to my ears, but I should be anything but pleased. His touch ... God damn it.

Just the thought of it gave me goose bumps.

I was already back in my bedroom and had changed into my pyjamas when my stomach grumbled.

The night, even if it hadn't been too long, had made me hungry. I got up and slipped into my slippers and headed for the door.

I could hear several voices moaning. If I didn't know any better, they were the two women I and Achira had seen walking on his lap. Damn macho, also thinks just because he's a prince that he can have everything in this world right away. I ran into the kitchen and made myself a little sandwich, which I devoured in no time at all, and went back to my bedroom to sleep. My sleep quickly caught up with me and I indulged in my dreams.

My alarm clock rang and I got up on time, like any other day, to make Ilay his coffee and then get on with my chores.

I had already done the laundry and a thousand other tasks. Somehow Ilay didn't cross my path today.

Frowning, I went into the kitchen and sure enough. His coffee was also untouched, now cold.

I grabbed my things and went back to the west wing to fix up Ilay's bedroom.

As usual, I ran in to fix up his room, he was usually never in there at this time of night, but today that was a big mistake.

I saw him and his two wives asleep in his bed, which confirmed to me that he had indeed enjoyed himself with them.

I almost felt sick .... I was about to storm out of the room when Ilay called me. "Where the hell are you going?" he asked me. I stood petrified at the doorway, not knowing what to say. "Come back here, you have a job to do," Ilay said, looking over at me with amusement.

"I-I can come later," I finally said and made a move to get out of the room again.

"Now..." Ilay demanded and I was forced to give in. I returned to the room and tried to look at everything else except him and his two wives, who were already awake and laughing at this embarrassing situation.

He looked at them both with a serious expression "Get lost" he hissed at them and they looked at each other in confusion.

"GONE," he exclaimed again. They grabbed their things in fright and looked around in confusion before teleporting away.

I swallowed hard and looked down at the ground. It was a bloody dictatorship what Ilay was running here.

"Are you comparing me to Hitler?" he asked me casually as he stood up. He stood in front of me and the fact that I was looking down at that moment was quite unfavourable.

I caught sight of his huge crotch and turned bright red.

"N-no," I replied to his question and looked to the side.

"According to your thoughts, yes ... Do you want to know what a dictator does?" he asked again, making me pause.

"He dictates?" I murmured quietly and could already feel his breath on the crook of my neck.

"Right," he finally said, holding my chin firmly so that I was forced to look him in the eye.

"Next time, you better knock before you walk into someone's bedroom," he warned me. His whole jawline looked tense.

"You're right, Laylah, I am tense and you're going to help me relax now. Go and get the bath ready for me," he demanded of me.

The fact that he was reading my thoughts was scary and uncomfortable at the same time.

"Then don't do it while I'm here. Don't worry, you'll learn that in time," he said with a grin. His gleaming white teeth appeared and I walked briskly into his bathroom. I let the hot water run and looked around me. Damn, this was no walk in the park.

A few minutes later, Ilay appeared in the bathroom and sat down in the bath. I felt stupid and didn't know exactly what to say or do.

He sighed loudly and looked over at me "I want you to take the massage oil and massage my neck", he demanded.

Damn, was that really my job? To massage him?

"Laylah..." he mumbled and looked up at me.

"I'm coming..." I said quietly and looked for the massage oil. I let a few drops of oil fall over his shoulder/neck area and began to massage his stiffened neck.

He was damn muscular. With the alcohol he consumed on a daily basis, I wondered how that was even possible.

"Daily workout, sweetie, it would be less embarrassing if you just asked me instead of thinking everything," Ilay remarked, groaning softly, "Damn, that feels so good..." he whispered, tilting his head back.

"I can't control my thoughts ... It just pops out," I finally said as I gently massaged his shoulders.

"That's going to fuck you up many more times ... your thoughts about my cock weren't really clean," Ilay suddenly grinned and looked up at me.

"I think it would be better if I left again ..." I mumbled to myself and let go of him again. My face was bright red with embarrassment.

"No one told you to stop, Laylah. Keep going if you don't want trouble," Ilay demanded of me and I was forced to massage his shoulders again.

He suddenly grabbed my hands and threw me into the bathtub, whereupon I shrieked.

"Shh, you'll put the whole house on its feet," he said, pulling me astride his lap.

It made me really uncomfortable and I didn't know what to do. His grip was tight and it was impossible to get away from him.

"You got that right ..." he said, looking me in the eye.

"Tell me, Laylah ... How did you end up on this slave market?" he asked me abruptly. My mouth was hanging open and, frankly, I didn't know what to say to him.

My clothes were soaking wet and this situation was just weird ...

"I can take your clothes off if you prefer," Ilay said, scrutinising me. My white shirt was soaking wet and now gave a full view of my underwear.

"So, tell me about yourself," Ilay demanded.

"If you really want to hear it ... My mate sold me to Leroy," I finally said, glancing to the side.

This topic was anything but pleasant for me.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I ran into him one day ... Zamiel was my mate, but he rejected me. He didn't see me as worthy to be his mate. To him, I was weak and from a bad house... Instead of letting me go, however, he rejected me and sold me to Leroy. Since there was no one who could save me, I stayed with Leroy until you came." That was the short version of what he wanted to know.

"Zamiel, then?" Ilay smiled at me and ran his hands over my body. Even though the water was hot, I got goose bumps every time he touched me.

I nodded slightly and bit my lower lip.

"You are anything but unworthy..." Ilay whispered to me and looked me in the eye.

I had to swallow again and didn't dare move.

He began to undo the buttons of my shirt and took it off.

I was now in front of him, in my lace bra and skirt, which had ridden up my legs. The thong that was between my legs didn't make the situation any better.

"We're pretty similar, Laylah," Ilay said, running his fingers down to my bra straps. "P-please..." I whispered softly, biting my lower lip.

"You're fooling yourself, Laylah ... you want it as much as I do," he said to me and began to kiss my neck. I stifled a moan and my mind told me that he had to stop. My abdomen, on the other hand, disagreed and was visibly pleased.

Suddenly I heard my alarm clock ring.

Damn, why was my alarm clock ringing?

I opened my eyes and looked around me. When I looked at my mobile phone, I saw that it was already seven o'clock. Damn, I was late.

Apparently that wasn't enough, because Ilay was standing in my room looking at me, annoyed: "Damn, your alarm's been ringing for over an hour. Get up already," he demanded of me. Thank goodness he was wearing trousers and wasn't completely naked in front of me.

That was just a damn dream ...

He raised his eyebrows in amusement, but didn't say anything else. "I-I'll be right there, just a sec," I mumbled to myself and got up immediately. I ran into the bathroom and hurriedly got ready. I brushed my face and teeth and ran back into the bedroom. Ilay was leaning against the doorframe, watching me. Hadn't I said that I would be here soon?

He bit his lower lip, "Yes, you did," he replied to my thought.

I went to the wardrobe and took out my clothes.

"I'd like to change," I finally said and waited for him to leave the room.

However, he didn't move. "Do that," he replied and continued to wait for me.

I bit my lower lip. Well, then, if that's what he wanted. I stripped off my pyjamas and stood in front of him in my underwear while I put on my tights, shirt and skirt and reached for my heels.

I had tied my hair up in a ponytail and wanted to run out of the room to get Ilay's coffee ready, but he stopped me. "Your dirty thoughts will drive me crazy one day," he finally said to me and then disappeared from the door.

Damn ...

I had to pull myself together when it came to him. The way it sounded coming out of his mouth, I was the one who was bothering him.

I didn't want to bother him ... I didn't even want anything from him. After Zamiel had rejected me back then, I had sworn never to fall in love with a man again.

I was so naive back then and fell for him while he made other plans for me ... My heart still ached at the thought of that time, but I had come to terms with it.

I didn't want to know anything more about Zamiel.

I had to get out of here somehow, because I wasn't the only one who was driving Ilay crazy. He did the same to me.