Todos os capítulos de FAKE BRIDE OF THE ALPHA KING : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Briar’s POV Azrael moved and pinned me against the cold wall with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. My hands flew up to his bare, rock-hard chest, but he grabbed my wrists in one iron grip, slamming them above my head against the wall. The concrete bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him. “Fuck, Briar,” he snarled into my mouth, his free hand fisting my hair and yanking my head back to expose my throat. His teeth scraped there, not quite breaking skin but promising he could if he wanted. His hips ground forward, and I felt the massive bulge of his cock pressing against my belly, hard as steel and throbbing with a heat that seeped through our clothes. A gasp escaped me, as my body betrayed me with a rush of wetness between my thighs.“Azrael, wait—” But my plea dissolved into a moan as he bit down on my neck, hard enough to draw a bead of blood.He licked the spot, growling low, the vibration shooting straight to my core. His han

Briar's POV His arms wrapped around me like iron bands, holding me flush against his sweat-slicked chest as our breaths mingled in ragged bursts. I felt Azrael's cock buried deep, swell inside me, the girth pressing against my raw walls, and a sob escaped my lips. “No more, please,” I whispered, tears already pricking my eyes, but my hips shifted involuntarily, grinding down on him as if my body craved destruction.“You haven't cried enough,” was his reply as he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his torso into mine, fangs grazing my earlobe. With a surge of strength, he rolled us so I was beneath him again, knees shoved wide by his thighs. He pinned my arms above my head with one massive hand, the other digging into my thigh to hook my leg over his elbow. The position folded me open, his cock sliding deeper as he pulled back only to ram forward, balls slapping my ass with a wet smack.I cried out, the intrusion burning through the soreness, my pussy lips dragging along

15Briar's POV I flushed, and my brain froze for a nanosecond at the ease with which he said those dirty words before I scoffed. “Are you for real? I'm trying to have a serious conversation here, and you're thinking about that?”He rose slowly from the chair, and I could see that he had nothing on, not even a pair of briefs. My eyes were instinctively drawn to his already hardening length.“Yes, little kitten. I've been thinking about having my dick in your mouth. I bet it'd look better than you rambling.”“You’re imposs…” I started to say, but he was suddenly right in front of me, and he didn't have to use too much force to push me to my knees. I'd barely adjusted to my new position when he yanked my head back by my hair, the sharp tug sending sparks of pain across my scalp. His other hand gripped his cock, the massive shaft already swelling to full girth, the head leaking a thick bead of precum that dripped onto the floor. My mouth actually watered. What the hell?“I warned you,

Briar's POV The elderly woman observed my stupefied form before she shook her head. When she spoke, her voice sounded ancient and knowledgeable, “That’s what everybody calls me, but I'm definitely not his mother, at least not by blood.”My brows drew together. Confusion flickered through me as I searched her face again.“I am someone like his mother,” she continued. “We have been together for decades. I raised him in all the ways that mattered. Blood and titles don’t change that.”Something in my chest shifted, easing and tightening all at once. I straightened without thinking, a flush creeping up my neck.“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I should have come to you sooner. I didn’t know. Nobody told me. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”She waved a hand dismissively, already turning back to the flowers as if the matter were settled. “That is not on you. Azrael should have done the proper thing and brought you himself. If anyone is at fault, it is him.”The casual way she said his name, wi

Azrael's POVI had been staring at the sketch of her for hours.Every time my eyes found her face, something in me twisted. It wasn’t new. The same sharp pull, the same quiet ache that had been there. No matter how long I sat there, it never faded. “What is it about you?” I muttered, my voice rough and unsteady in the silence.I’d asked myself that question so many times it had lost its meaning. What was it about this woman that reached through the years and touched something I thought was long dead?I had stopped feeling a long time ago. Desire, warmth, even curiosity, all of it had turned into a memory that barely felt real anymore. Until her.I’d tried to chase that feeling, tried to force it back. I sought out whores, nobles, women who were praised as goddesses, women others swore could bring any man to his knees. I tried everything. But it was all the same. Their beauty meant nothing. Their touch was nothing. My body stayed cold. My heart never moved.Decades without a single