I woke up with a tingling sensation between my legs. My hands and legs were free and no longer chained, but I could feel the ache on my wrists and ankles from all the struggling I did last night. Last night. It has got to be the best night of my life. The way it felt like he broke me and put me back in place. I never thought I could feel anything like that. When he had chained me up and then tortured me, I felt like my whole body was lit on fire—like every part of me I never knew existed came alive. I thought he was going to leave me wanting and desperate all night, chained up and aching but then he came back and gave me mind blowing pleasure. I couldn’t help but smile, my stomach fluttering with butterflies, but then reality came crashing on me. I didn’t escape last night. I was back in the palace, in the king's claws. Where I might never be able to escape. Where he'll keep claiming I’m his property and belong to him. Where I might likely die. “I see you’re awake,” my eyes quic
The first thing I heard as I pushed the doors open was her whimper. Leaving her chained, trembling, aching like this might have been cruel, but cruelty was necessary. She had to learn. She had to understand that she didn’t get to put herself in danger, not when she belonged to me. If I had been a second later… if I hadn’t been there… she would’ve been ripped apart by those rogues. The thought alone made something vicious snarl inside me. My beast pressed against the edges of my control, claws raking at the surface, demanding I punish her, fuck her until she never dared run again. I closed the door behind me, shutting us in, my steps slow and deliberate as I stalked toward the bed. The fire in the hearth still burned, shadows dancing across her flushed, chained body, but it wasn’t nearly hot enough. Not for what I had planned. Her eyes widened when she saw me approach. The chains rattled as she shifted, a soft, broken whimper falling from her lips. My cock twitched at the sound, th
“What do you mean by she's not the one?!" I snapped at the witch as I took a threatening step towards her and she cowered, looking down. “I'm sorry if you feel this way, Your Majesty, but I'm telling the truth, that woman isn't your cure. I'm still trying to figure out why you're drawn to her, but believe me, she's not the one.” I turned away from her running my fingers through my hair in frustration. I was beyond pissed, not when I think this is it, this woman tells me she's not. “But why…why does my beast recognize her? Why do I feel this peace when she's near me? Can you explain that?” She was silent for a while and the tension in the room seemed to swallow everyone whole. “I don't know, Your Majesty, but as I said, I'm still trying to figure it out. And…” My eyes narrowed at her, my patience hanging on a thin line. “And what?” I asked, my jaw ticking. She sighed before looking at Lucien who had been standing in the corner watching the exchange and then she turned
My breath caught when his mouth brushed my pussy, a feather-light kiss that seared me more than fire. His lips parted, and then—oh Goddess—his tongue dragged slow and hot over my clit. I screamed. The sound tore from me raw, helpless, my body convulsing against the chains. Pleasure burst through me, violent and consuming. I tried to twist away, but his hands clamped down harder, anchoring me to the bed. His tongue flattened against my clit, licking, stroking, devouring me like he meant to drink my very soul. “Please!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it. He didn’t pause. His tongue lashed again, harder this time, swirling relentless circles until my vision blurred. My chains rattled as I thrashed, but he held me perfectly still, forcing me to take every flick of his tongue, every merciless suck. “Please,” I cried, my voice breaking. He lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath hot against my soaked pussy. “Please what, Emilia?” I bit down on my lip, refusing
The mattress dipped under his weight, the chains rattling above me as he climbed onto the bed. The sheer size of him made the air feel smaller, like there was no space left in the room for me to breathe. I jerked my head away, but his hand caught my jaw, firm and unyielding, forcing me to face him. His thumb pressed into my cheek, his fingers curling around my chin as if he owned the bones beneath my skin. My chest heaved, the air sharp in my throat, as his face loomed closer—until his lips crushed against mine. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a punishment. A violent claiming. His mouth was hard, demanding, his tongue forcing its way past my clenched teeth until I bit down, desperation sharpening into defiance. The metallic tang of blood burst across my tongue. I broke away, gasping raggedly, my body trembling. “I am not a toy that you can just own,” I spat, my voice shaking but edged with fire. “I am not anybody’s property!” His eyes darkened, a storm swirling in them, but instead of fu
The instant his words cut through the storm, my body rebelled. I turned on my heel and bolted, the mud sucking at my feet, the rain pelting so hard I could hardly see. My muscles screamed in protest, exhaustion clawing at me, but I didn’t care. I had one chance, one sliver of defiance left in me—and I wasn’t going to waste it. If I could just make it deeper into the trees. If I could just— My thought shattered with a sharp gasp as a powerful hand clamped around my waist and yanked me back. My legs kicked, my nails clawed at empty air, but I might as well have been a child fighting a mountain. He spun me effortlessly, slung me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing at all, and started walking. “No!” My voice tore out of me, raw and furious, echoing in the storm. My fists pounded against the solid expanse of his back, each strike reverberating against muscle that refused to give beneath my blows. “Put me down! Put me down, damn you!” His only response was the steady rhythm o