All Chapters of The King’s Relentless Desire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One“Do you want me to kneel, my king… or would you rather watch me bend over?”Liana’s lips trembled as she whispered the words. The silk of her dress clung to her hips, the red fabric falling low enough that the tops of her breasts threatened to spill free. She should have been ashamed. She should have kept her mouth shut. But the words left her tongue like honey dripping down a blade, sweet but dangerous.Kael Ardyn’s golden eyes sharpened in the glow of the torchlight. He sat high on the obsidian throne, one arm resting lazily on the carved armrest as though he had already claimed every inch of her body. The muscles beneath his black silk shirt shifted when he leaned forward, and the sight made her knees weaken.“Speak carefully, little bride,” Kael said, his voice low and cruel. “You are not in your mother’s hut anymore. Every word you say here… belongs to me.”Liana swallowed hard, her throat dry. Around them, the great hall stretched high into the shadows. Tall windows

Chapter Three“Does your queen tremble, my king… or does she burn for more?”Liana’s whisper curled against Kael’s lips as he kissed her again, rougher, hungrier, devouring her like she was a conquest won on the battlefield. Her gown slid lower, baring the curve of her breast, and she felt his hand claim her skin as though it had always belonged to him.Her thoughts blurred with heat, but somewhere in the haze of desire, her mind whispered of danger. She had sworn to hate him, sworn never to surrender. And yet her body betrayed her every vow.Kael pulled back, golden eyes narrowed, chest heaving. His grip on her waist was iron. “You tempt me like no woman has dared. Do you know what you are doing?”Liana smirked, though her heart thundered. “I am giving my king what he wants.”“You give nothing,” he countered, pressing her back into the sheets. “I take.” His voice lowered, dangerous and seductive. “And I will keep taking until there is nothing left of your defiance.”Her breath caught

Chapter Five “Tell me, my king… when another woman spreads her legs for you, will you still remember the way I moan your name?” Liana’s words were poison and silk both, spilling into the quiet of Kael’s chambers that night. She lay sprawled across the golden sheets, her red gown undone halfway down her body, her hair a dark river against the pillows. Kael stood at the edge of the bed, still dressed from the council banquet, his black silk shirt open to reveal the ridges of his chest. His golden eyes burned with hunger and fury. “You dare ask me such a thing?” Her lips curled. “I do more than dare. I demand to know.” His jaw clenched, his hands flexing at his sides. For a moment she thought he might storm to her, rip the gown the rest of the way off, and bury her in the kind of possession that left no room for words. But he did not move. His stillness was sharper than violence. And then, as if summoned by her accusation, the door opened without a knock. Lady Serenya swept inside

Chapter Seven“Tell me, Your Majesty,” Liana purred, leaning so close her lips almost brushed his ear, “will you punish me here… or later in your bed?”Gasps rippled down the long dining hall. Nobles stiffened in their seats, pretending not to hear, but every eye lingered on them.Kael’s golden gaze dropped to her lips. His jaw tightened, the dangerous muscle ticking. “You dare to test me like this?”Her silk gown slipped another inch off her shoulder, revealing smooth skin that glowed under the candlelight. She tilted her head, voice a soft moan threaded with wickedness. “I dare because you like it. Don’t you, Majesty?”He gripped her waist hard enough to leave marks. “You are shameless, little queen.”“And you are relentless.” Her smile was honey and venom, sweetly defiant.Across the table, Serenya’s jewelled hand shook against her goblet. The tension pressed down like a storm cloud.Liana’s POVThe thrill of danger curled inside me. Every gaze in the hall burned against my skin, b

Chapter NineThe chamber smelled of him.Smoke, spiced wine, and a bitter trace like sour lemon clinging to the heavy curtains and the silk that still pooled on the floor. I pressed my palm against the carved bedpost to steady myself. My knees trembled as if they already knew he was coming before the latch clicked.The door slammed shut behind him.King Kael filled the frame in one stride. His black shirt hung open, chest bare, hair falling wild across his brow. His eyes found mine and flared hot, not gentle, not kind, but claiming. Breath felt like something he could take from me.On your knees, he ordered, voice low and brutal.Heat pooled between my thighs so fast my mouth parted. Pride rose, only to be swallowed. I sank to the rug, silk slipping down my shoulder until my skin tingled with exposure.His boots stopped close enough for me to taste the leather, his breath thick with smoke and wine. He tipped my chin with two fingers and forced me to meet him. His pressure on all comma