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Slave Wife To The Captive Prince

Chapter 8 Trapped In His Arms

Word Count: 1035    |    Released on: 22/09/2024

touch that belied the turmoil brewing within. His eyes seemed to soften as he tended to her

walk, but don't overexert yourself," Niamh nodded, feeling a pang of disappointme

it," he growled, his expression darkening, "Just be more careful nex

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nt, "Undress yourself," he said, his words laced with a hint of cruelty. The woman's smile faltered, but she reg

craving for control. With a calculated move, he approached the woman, his voice low and husk

before she regained her composure, "I'

e threatening to consume him. He felt himself slipping, losing control. But he re

nd detached, "You're just a means to an end. A means to statisfy my dark desir

e that threatened to consume him, "You're so hearttaking, Young Maste

r skin, "Don't speak," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.

sparking a maelstrom of anger within him. He wanted to

ared in his mind's eye. Her gentle smile, her compassionate gaze

ensing as he struggled to maintain control. Th

gaze had already turned inward, his thoughts consumed by the memory of Niamh's gentle

away, his chest heaving with exertion, "It's

ot no response from him but rather the loud command that echoed in the room, "Get out!" the woma

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, her body shaking with sobs. He approached her, his expression

, stirred within him, the presence strange and unsettling. Ronan's eyes narrowed, his grip on his a

I know this marriage was arranged, and I'm just a Princess with

ething about her pain stayed his hand. With a snarl, Ronan turned a

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ve proven yourself worthy of our legacy," Ronan felt a pang o

Basil received their Father's praise,

ccepted the King's commendation, his gaze

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e you?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers. Niamh felt uncomfortable, making Niahm feel uncomfortable. La

p closer. As they spoke, the air grew thick with tens

speakable expression, "Ronan?" she muttered, as she noticed him moving closer to her. Niamh's eyes wid

und Niahm like a shield, his face buried in her neck, "Don't explain, keep your eyes away from him,

x of anger. Niamh's hands hesitated, then wrapped ar

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