LOGIN(Matthew’s POV)
I just knew she would take the long route.
I had been watching Jenna Jones long enough to know her patterns the way I knew code. She was methodical and predictable.
A woman who made the same careful choices every single day because careful choices felt safe.
But safe was boring. And safe was why she was dying slowly in that relationship with a man who didn’t deserve the air she breathed.
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“Your majesty,” the courtiers greeted, bowing low to me as I passed with my handmaidens.I raised a hand in acknowledgement, making sure to keep my hand behind the full veil that covered my head down to my waist.As I walked on, people flattened themselves against the cold stone walls, their eyes fixed firmly on their shoes as they waited for me to pass.No one in this cursed castle had been taught to fear royalty.They knew that proximity to the queen meant proximity to the king’s volatile attention, and to catch his eye was to invite disaster.It had just been six months of being Queen of Thespria, but it felt like an eternity.My
Vanya's POVI kept my head up and face regal as I followed him through the towering oak doors.The throne room was massive, cold, and heavy with the scent of burning oil and damp stone.At the far end of the hall, King Aldric sat upon a massive gilded throne, a mountain of soft, gluttonous flesh that made my stomach turn with immediate, visceral revulsion.His face wasn’t entirely hideous, but his obesity and the permanently cruel, downward curve of his mouth made him thoroughly unpleasant to look at.A court session was currently in progress.A ragged, trembling man who looked like a farmer was kneeling on the hard stone floor in front of the dais, his hands bound with rough
Vanya’s POV“Papa…” I pleaded, my voice broken and scratchy from days of crying. "Papa, please.”“Make sure you take care of that mess on her head,” he ordered, the maids bustling around my bedroom, ignoring me as he pointed at my matted hair. “And keep her perfect during the trip. King Aldric must not be disappointed.”I grabbed his robe as he walked by me, giving him no other choice but to stop.He looked at the ornate ceiling and released a long sigh before looking down at me.“Ple—”“Just don’t,” he cut in tiredly.
Tropes: Captor x Captive / Dark Romance / Forbidden / Fallen Queen x Rebel Leader / CNC / ObsessiveContent Warning: CNC, prison, power gap, abuse.BLURBVanya was the jewel of the Thracian line, a woman of devastating beauty sold by her father to a bloated, abusive king.For months, she was a prisoner behind a crown, her body used and bruised by a tyrant.When the palace fell in a single night, and she was captured by the rebels, she expected a swift execution.Instead, she found herself bound in heavy iron chains, now the prope
CHAPTER 10: THE THRILL OF THE FORBIDDEN III quickly swallowed the moan that tried crawling up my throat as pleasure shot up my spine."Yes," I hissed, trying my best not to arch into her palm. "Yes, we do. This is insane. If he walks in here and sees us—"She only smirked and wrapped her hand around me through my shorts.I let out a strangled moan as she squeezed my hard length rhythmically."Tell me to stop," she whispered against the skin of my neck before biting it roughly.Her grip tightened and began to move, stroking me."Stop," I whispered, but the word came out with no structural integrity whatsoever. My hips rolled forward
Joe’s POVThe sound of the front door opening at seven in the evening was like a gunshot to my heart, but having spent the entire day fucking, my brain was having a hard time booting. I had cum so many times that my balls felt like squeezed oranges.I turned and cuddled her closer, satisfaction humming in my bones as her soft warmth and the scent of her hair soothed me. I never want to leave this moment.Then my eyes shot open when the sound finally registered in my brain.The door!!I sat up so fast that Maryse's head dropped to the mattress, and her eyes flew open instantly, sharp and alert in a way that told me she had been a lighter sleeper than she had let on.“Why?” she grumb
“Thank you so much, Father Elias,” I whispered into the dark, my voice trembling with a cocktail of genuine fear and a thrill that made my skin hum. “You're such a good man to help me like this.”I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm the nerves that were firing like live wires under my skin.
The stone cottage was silent, save for the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the roof and the low mechanical hum of the backup generator. Inside, the air was warm and smelled of cedar and the faint, lingering scent of the incense Elias used in the sanctuary. As we stepped into the small foyer,
The afternoon sun bled through the high, arched windows, casting long shadows across the pews as the volunteer crew scrubbed every inch of the sanctuary. It was a rare sight; the church was buzzing with an energy usually reserved for the annual bake sale.“I’ve never seen the youths so committed to
“J, are you even listening?” I blinked, pulling my gaze away from Elias.The church basement, where we were having the youth meeting, smelled of coffee and industrial cleaner; a sharp contrast to the incense and old wood of the sanctuary above. My skin hummed as I sat in a circle of plastic chairs







