The Dragon Warlord's Bride
dangerous.
He lifted one gloved hand and trailed it through the air just above her cheek, not quite touching. Her pulse jumped.
"Do you know what your father offered me in exchange for mercy?"
She didn’t speak.
His lips curved, sharp, and cruel. "You."
Heat surged to her face—anger, humiliation, and something else she refused to name. It coiled low in her belly like a flicker of fire caught between fear and fascination. She hated that he could make her feel anything at all, let alone something so darkly thrilling. Her instincts screamed that this man—this dragon—was a predator in the shape of a king, and still her body betrayed her, trembling not just with dread, but something achingly close
Hot Chapters