The Emperor's Substitute Bride
Despite the agony she was in, Naomi managed to crack a smile. “Emperor, I never knew you were this wild. Where do you get your ideas from?”
Daegal rolled his eyes but didn’t stop the smile from forming on his face. “Take off your clothes, Empress Naomi or do I have to do it for you?”
Naomi shrugged. “I prefer your touch to mine.”
“Very well.” With a snap of his fingers, Naomi’s clothes were off and she was naked before him, thighs tightly clenched together to avoid much blood staining the carpet.