All Chapters of Slave of the Dragon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Guys, just to warn you, this is a dark romance book. This isn't a nice guy wrapped in a tough exterior, this is quite the opposite. The MMC is forceful, mean, and does some unspeakable things. This is not a monster who is just a broken man. This is THE monster. The one who steals you from your bed and uses you how he wants you.But do enjoy! ;)--I shouldn't be doing this.Growing up, I always loved stories about other worlds. Tales of fairies, vampires, dragons, and creatures I could barely imagine. Worlds where they lived in harmony—until humans destroyed their lands and wiped them out.All nonsense, of course. But the stories my mother read to me before bed stuck with me, their magic lingering in the corners of my mind even as I grew older.Some conspiracy theories mention governments finding remnants of these creatures but keeping it hidden from the public to avoid an outcry.My father works for the government. As an inventor, he often talks about his projects, but nothing had

I can’t scream. My mouth falls open in a half-gasp, but the pain is too excruciating for any sound to escape.My body crumples onto the wooden floor with a sickening thud.For a moment, everything goes black.My back feels like it’s been split wide open. The searing pain is unbearable, wetness pooling around me as my blood seeps out. Every nerve feels severed, raw and exposed.A shoe appears in my line of vision. His.“You are a slave here. I am your master. Disrespect will not be tolerated.” His voice is low, a sinister calm that freezes the air around us. “In fact, don’t speak. Ever. If I hear another word from that mouth, I’ll cut out your tongue myself.”The threat pierces through my haze of agony, and my eyes flutter closed.A slave.“Leave her in a cell for a week after administering ten more lashes,” he orders coldly. “No food. No water.”“Yes, my King,” Yilu replies with a smirk.The King plants his boot squarely on my bleeding back, driving it in. A choked gasp escapes me as

“I'm your master. You'll address me as such,” he growls, his voice low and full of menace.I grit my teeth, my jaw locking tight. His piercing gaze flicks downward, catching the defiance in my clenched jaw, and his grip tightens around my neck. He tilts his head slightly, almost as if my resistance amuses him.He's calmly awaiting my answer.“I understand... Master,” I spit out, my words dripping with venom.The moment I'm done speaking, he jerks me forward, slamming my frail, human body into his unyielding frame. His armor-like scales press against my skin, sharp and unrelenting. My hands instinctively fly to his arms, ready for attack, but the moment they make contact, his lips graze my ear.“I'm going to break you,” he whispers, each word slow and deliberate. “I'm going to shatter you into a thousand pieces until there's nothing left but an empty shell.”A chill snakes down my spine. My breathing quickens, my fingers digging into his arms as I silently curse my powerlessness. If I

His crimson eyes widen, betraying a rare flicker of surprise—or something else.“What?” I ask with a frown, my voice breaking the stillness between us.“You're... you...” Zakiel stammers, his words fumbling awkwardly before he finally steadies himself. “You clean up nice.”I smile a genuine smile. He steps closer, and the air around us thickens. The space between us feels charged, and I realize that for the first time in weeks, I can sense more than just my own misery. Energy hums through my body, heightening my awareness of the subtle pull in his gaze as it roams my figure. His crimson eyes darken, and I notice the faint elongation of his fangs.It sends a shiver down my spine, though I’m not entirely sure if it’s fear—or something else.“What does it feel like?” I blurt before I can stop myself, the words tumbling out in a rush of curiosity.Zakiel's expression shifts, his brows furrowing as if trying to decipher my meaning. “What do you mean?”“Being bitten...” I hesitate, my cheek