All Chapters of The King’s Relentless Desire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter TwelveThe sheets still clung to my body.They smelled of him, thick and heavy, smoke and spice soaked into every fold.I curled against the pillow, but even there I could not escape. His scent filled my lungs, reminding me of how he had taken me, how I had begged him.Through the wall, the court still murmured.Not loud, not cruel laughter like before, but low venomous words that crawled over my skin like cold fingers.“She will not last long.”“Another soft body ruined and forgotten.”My chest tightened. I pulled the sheet higher, pressing it to my chin as if that could shield me from their voices.The latch clicked.My heart jumped.The door swung open and Kael stepped inside. His eyes caught me immediately, dark and bright at once, as though he could see the whispers still wrapped around me.He closed the door behind him and silence fell.Only my heartbeat filled the air.He moved closer, slow, deliberate.“You heard them.”His voice was calm, smooth, cutting straight into

Chapter Fourteen The bed still smelled faintly of him.My wrists ached where the chain had held me, pale lines like memories.I pressed my fingers to the small red marks until the sting calmed into a dull ache. The iron ring on my finger warmed against my skin with every breath.I dressed slowly, tracing the path of my shame with careful fingers, smoothing the gown until it sat like armour.A knock came soft at the door.Mira slipped inside, hair braided with the ribbon I had given her, cheeks flushed as though she had been running.“My lady, someone asks for a moment.”“Who?”She lowered her voice until it was almost silk.“Daron waits in the garden. He says he has news for you.”“Send him in.”My pulse quickened at the thought of secrets being offered like fruit. I walked to the window first and looked down at the garden where servants moved like quiet fish in a tide. I let the image of my chain flash in my mind. Chains could be pretty if used right.Daron bowed when he entered, ey

Chapter Sixteen My body still hummed with the heat of his touch. The ache between my thighs was a cruel reminder that I had begged when I swore I would not. His scent lingered in the air, sharp like sour lemon, thick like smoke. Even the silk sheets clung to me as though they had learned his hunger. I dragged the robe around my body, but no cloth could hide the bruises from his grip. I pressed my wrist to my lips and shivered. It tasted of him. The chamber door creaked. I looked up and there he was, still bare of his crown, his dark hair falling wild across his brow. He smiled, slow and cruel. “You thought I was finished with you?” My breath caught. He crossed the floor in three strides and seized my jaw, tilting my face up until my lips parted on their own. His mouth pressed to mine, and I moaned before I could stop myself. He pulled back, his eyes burning. “You see, Liana, I don’t need to order you to obey. Your body already knows who rules it.” “You are merciless,”

Chapter Eighteen He watched me like a man savouring the last piece of fruit, slow and deliberate, measuring exactly how much more he could take.His fingers traced the lace at my shoulder, tugging it down with a motion that was all ownership. The silk slipped to my waist, leaving my skin exposed and trembling under his gaze.My breath hitched, chest rising and falling as though it might shatter beneath the weight of him.“Will you beg properly now?” he asked, voice low and dangerous, each word a command that sent shivers through me.“Yes,” I whispered, though it felt like my chest might split open. My pulse pounded against my ribs as my stomach clenched with a mix of fear and anticipation.“Say my name and mean it,” he demanded, leaning so close I could taste the wine on his breath, sharp and intoxicating.“Kael,” I breathed, the syllable trembling, tasting like surrender and fire all at once.He smiled, the curl of his lips predatory, like a man who had just won something he had lon

Chapter Twenty The court glittered that evening, but to me it felt like stepping into a den of wolves.Every noble smile was a blade. Every whispered laugh was meant to cut.I could feel their eyes dragging over me, measuring, judging, wondering how I had found my way into the King’s chambers and lived to tell the tale.My gown clung too closely, and the memory of his hands inside it still burned against my skin. Shame rose inside me like smoke, but under it all, another ache lingered, restless and unyielding.The music of the strings seemed too loud. The gold light spilling from the chandeliers blinded me. I wanted to turn and flee, but Kael’s presence rooted me where I stood.He moved like a storm given flesh, tall and sharp, the silver crown upon his head catching the firelight. Every step he took drew the room into silence, as though even the air bent to his will.His hand brushed the small of my back, guiding me forward.The touch was not tender. It was a claim.“Walk beside me,