He slammed me onto the cold stone table, yanking up my skirt. His fingers forced in, rough and deep...

"No... Stop it!" I hated him, but my body still arched toward him.

"But your walls clench me tightly." he taunted, thrusts quickening.

My body trembled, moans slipping free.

Aurelian sneered, suddenly pulling his fingers out and pressing his hardness against my wet entrance.

"Don't..." I fought it, my mind screaming to resist his cruel hold... but it's so hot. 

The craving consumed me, my body aching with desperate need. I moved to rub against his rigid cock, grinding shamelessly. 

He groaned low, his control shattering under my touch. "You filthy slut. This is exactly how you drove me wild that night."

***

I am Elena, daughter of the WindBreath Tribe's leader. I once had a loving fiancé and a future full of hope. But two years ago, in a single night, I lost everything. My family cast me out, and I became a slave, hated by those I loved most.

He is Aurelian, the Dragon King—cruel, powerful, and feared by all. He has countless women at his feet, but he chose me from among the tributes, locking me in his palace and demanding I give him a child that doesn't even exist.

I tried to escape, but I failed. My punishment was the Infernal Arena, where I had to fight wild beasts just to survive. I have no idea what he wants from me—how could I give him something I don't have? Yet when I finally had a chance to run, I realized I could never truly break free. His hold on me is stronger than any chain, and no matter how much I want to hate him, I can't escape the way he makes me feel.

Enslaved by the Paranoid Dragon King

Chapter 27

Elenna's POV
"Being Kyra's husband... You truly want that?" I had thought that telling him the truth would make a difference.
Solan's image wavered slightly in the crystal orb, his face a mask of cool detachment. "Yes, I want it to happen. Kyra and I have arranged our wedding."
A chill swept thro...

Elenna's POV

"Being Kyra's husband... You truly want that?" I had thought that telling him the truth would make a difference.

Solan's image wavered slightly in the crystal orb, his face a mask of cool detachment. "Yes, I want it to happen. Kyra and I have arranged our wedding."

A chill swept thro...

Chapter 22