SHE IS MINE
They told her I was a diplomat. A ruler. A Prince. They lied. I am a man with a hunger that cannot be sated by bowing crowds or political victories. When I saw Elara, I didn't see a bride. I saw a challenge. Her eyes hold a spark of rebellion that I am desperate to extinguish - not with fear, but with pleasure so intense it breaks her mind. Let her fight me. Let her run and hide. It only makes the moment she finally breaks that much sweeter.
I'M NOT PROPERTY
He thinks he owns me because we are to be bethrothed. He thinks he can command my body because he wears a crown. But the man is delusional if he thinks I will go quietly. He just wants to use intimacy as a weapon, stripping away my defenses layer by layer until I'm bare and trembling beneath him. He says he'll ruin me for anyone else.
The terrifying part? He might be right.
