Todos los capítulos de The Tattooed Queen: Claimed By The Mad King: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

❤️ The Madness They Shared ❤️Matured Reading:"Why are you staring at me like that?" Marl asked when he saw that Miraeve was quiet.She didn’t answer with words. The hunger in her eyes said everything. Before he could back up or throw another protest, she closed the distance in two quick steps, grabbed the front of his shirt with both fists, and crushed her mouth against his.Marl made a muffled sound of shock, trying to pull away. “Miraeve—wait, no—” But she didn’t let him. Her lips were demanding, hot and fierce, tongue pushing past his teeth like she owned him already. He tasted her desperation, her obsession, and his body betrayed him instantly. His cock, already half-hard from earlier tension, surged fully erect against her thigh.She didn’t care that guards stood at the different sections of the courtyard. Miraeve simply lifted him. Like he weighed nothing. One arm under his ass, the other wrapped around his back, she hoisted him clean off the ground and started walking toward

❤️ Their Beautiful Disaster ❤️Kaelithra made a small sound of surprise against his mouth. Her hands came up to push him away.Then they stopped.Then her fingers curled into his shirt.And she kissed him back.She tried not to. Damn, she really tried. Her mind screamed at her to shove him off, to bite his tongue, to remind him exactly who had the upper hand here. But his lips were so damn soft. Unexpectedly soft for a mad king who laughed while people bled. They moved against hers with raw hunger, demanding and hot, and when his tongue pushed in she tasted something dark and wild that made her stomach tighten.Her hand slid up without thinking, fingers threading through his hair. It was softer than it had any right to be, thick and dark, and she gripped it tight, pulling him closer even as her brain yelled at her to stop. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ But her body wasn’t listening. It wanted more. She wondered, in a hazy corner of her mind, what his moan would sound like if she really

❤️ Aldric's Arrival ❤️"Yeah right," Kaelithra said, her voice still hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. She pushed herself up from the floor, wincing slightly as her sore muscles protested. Her whole body ached in ways that felt both terrible and wonderful. She looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing what was left of Draevon's shirt. The fabric hung in shreds, barely covering anything. Her bre@sts were exposed, her stomach was bare, and the torn edges of the shirt barely reached her hips.She grabbed the torn pieces and tried to hold them together, but it was useless. The fabric was destroyed. Ruined. Just like the kitchen behind her.Draevon watched her like a starving wolf. His pale eyes dragged slowly over every bite, every bruise, every red fingerprint he’d left on her skin. The sight of her wearing the ruins of what he’d done to her made something dark and ugly twist tight in his chest. She was his. Marked. Claimed. And the thought of anyone else seeing

❤️ Aldric's Arrival (3) ❤️ The guard gave a quick nod and hurried out of the chamber, his boots echoing down the stone hallway until the sound faded away. Kaelithra turned to face Draevon. Her arms were crossed over her chest, jaw set tight, eyes hard as flint. The oversized shirt she wore, his shirt, still carried his scent, clinging to her skin like a brand, and she hated how much she liked it. How safe it made her feel. How owned. "Just know that if Marl leaves with his father," she said, her voice flat and steady but edged with steel, "I will follow him too. I will go with him. Wherever he goes. I will not let him face that man alone." Draevon's frown deepened. His pale eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Something sharp and ugly twisted deep in his chest, possessive, violent, obsessive. The thought of her leaving him, of her choosing to walk away from their bond and dying from it, from him, made his blood boil. She was his. Marked. Claimed. Bound in blood and hate and raw, un

❤️ No Longer Your Burden ❤️"So I am listening," Draevon said, rolling his eyes so hard his whole head moved with the motion. "What brings you here then, Aldric? What is so important that you had to travel all this way and disturb my peaceful day?"King Aldric straightened his back. His red eyes flickered with something cold and devious."I am here for my son," he said. "I know he is here and so I am asking you, King Draevon, to bring him to me so that I can take him home to where he belongs."Before he could finish his words, the tall doors at the end of the throne room swung open once again.Marl walked in and Miraeve walked in beside him.They came through the doors together, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. Marl was wearing fresh clothes, dark trousers and a clean shirt that looked like it had been borrowed from someone else. His hair was still damp from his bath, slicked back from his face. His pale skin was flushed with color.Miraeve was wearing a deep red dres