The King’s grin faltered as he stared down at you. You were nothing but a mere concubine, you shouldn’t catch feelings for this monster.

Generally, praises weren’t something of concern for the King. His arms pinned your shoulders onto the bed harshly, keeping you still in place for him to do as he desired with his toy.

“Don’t ever say that again or I’ll kill you.” Sukuna growled as his eyes glared at yours, he seemed almost enraged. You two were in the middle of intimacy when you told him you’d ‘loved him.’ This wasn’t anything special, his concubines said it all the time when they were out of it.

But you said it much differently.

From the soul.

You told him you’d loved him, your voice carrying it from the depths of your very soul. Sukuna didn’t desire to know love, he lived only for his pleasure and displeasure, as a king would.

If he fell for a mere concubine, he could hardly imagine how soft his kingdom would become.