Todos os capítulos de Sold By Her Husband: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The crowd of spectators returned to their senses upon hearing the Demon Queen's words. A strange expression appeared on their faces, as their gazes swiveled between the husband and wife in silent contemplation. Iblis sighed and grabbed the rings on his bride's thigh. He felt conflicted inside, as he wasn't able to determine whether he was more relieved to be interrupted, and hence, saved from losing control, or more disappointed that the wonderful feeling in his heart disappeared with the sudden interruption of the moment.Suppressing the complicated emotions, he held out his hand, palm up, for his bride. She placed her palm in his, and he slid the ring on her ring finger.Iblis caressed her finger, admiring the silver band with an unexpected flash of satisfaction. "Now, it's your turn." He passed the other ring to her and held out his hand, completely ignoring the presence of the Demon Queen.Queen Nymrit uncomfortably shuffled her feet. The burning stares of the guests made her flu

***MATURE CONTENT***In a cramped room inside the dilapidated residential area of the Black Fang Pack, Nick pounded into a blond female from the back with unrestrained vigor."Fuck! Babe, you're dripping as bad as a bitch in heat!" While thrusting into her slick warmth, he leaned forward and copped her large breasts, licking her neck and pulling on her nipples. She moaned sensually and stretched back her arms to wrap them around his neck.They were pressed flush tight against each other."Deeper! F**k me harder, babe! Ahhh...!" Her tongue rolled out and saliva dripped down her chin. The blond received the man's onslaught with passionate fervor. Turning her head, Nick captured her lips and increased his tempo, causing the bed to shake from their fierce mating."Fuck! Nick! Get over here!"Right at this moment, a loud shout sounded from the other side of the room, interrupting their heated mating. Nick paused and frowned in displeasure. The woman's walls clamped tight on his rod, making

Iblis felt excited. His rod swelled to a painful degree under his pants.Finally, after two weeks of sweet torture, he would have a taste of the tantalizing scent that fascinated his senses and excited his body. Barely hanging onto his control through sheer will, he removed his clothes and scrambled up the bed. His dark hair draped down his face like veils of ebony silk, melting away his cruel, ruthless mask, leaving behind stark, otherworldly charm and unshielded need burning in his crimson embers.His wife, frightened by the hunger in his eyes, scooted back and regarded him with a wary gaze.Iblis felt his heart sink.What did she mean by this? Was she still going to reject him? But he married her! She was his wife, and taking her was his privilege, his duty, and his right! She could not deny him what was his to touch, his to taste, his to mold and embrace to his heart's content! "Shamsiya..." He growled in a dangerously low voice, and like a startled rabbit, she jumped and her eye

Snuggled against each other, a white radiance emanated from the woman's body, while a crimson radiance flowed from the man's and cloaked them in a mystical cocoon. Shockingly, the two lights seemed to seamlessly merge, before receding back into their figures. In the quiet bridal room, delicate petals swirled in the air, while a gentle wind fluttered the curtains in a joyous melody. Unaware of this phenomenon, the husband and wife remained in deep slumber, with their hands clasped and foreheads pressed intimately against each other. Meanwhile, a shadow flashed through a neighbor of dilapidated buildings. Like a specter of the night, it disappeared and reappeared in different locations, dodging the sight of the patrolling pack, before leaving the settlement. Stopping before a wasteland, the shadow materialized into a slender female. Margrette shivered and wrapped her arms around her body. The barren landscape before her eyes made her feel the bleakness and hopelessness of her life.

"Is she in the library again?" Lounging on a luxuriant couch, the Demon Queen raised an exquisite cup to her lips. The creamy-white ceramic made her red lips appear plump and juicy, attractive enough to churn a male's imagination with provocative images."Yes, My Queen." The demon servant replied with a lowered head, cold sweat dripping down her back."And your Lord...he's still watching her?"It was a crime worthy of beheading to report the movements of the Demon Lord to the women of his harem. However, confronted with the mild, yet cold eyes of the Demon Queen, the little servant didn't dare to withhold the information.Frantically nodding her head, she said, "Yes, My Queen. The Demon Lord still watches her in secret. He doesn't approach her, and even prevented the servants from informing her of his presence." The servant was also astonished by this as well.In the twenty years she served the Demon Lord, she had never seen him treat a woman with such caution. Though no one saw him v