Forced Marriage With The Devil

ntained rage. He rises from his seat, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across

says, his voice low and dangerous. "By embracing your rol

seeks to unleash a darkness that would consume everything in its path. We cannot allow that to happ

eight of his expectations crashes down upon her, suffocating her with its gravity. Embracing the darkness

eyes as they anticipate the carnage to come. A shudder runs through

ice. "I will learn, I will adapt, and I will stand by your side in this fi

reaches out, his clawed hand coming to rest on her shoulder in a gesture that

r, we shall forge a legacy that will echo through the ages. The Cult will learn the folly

o a commanding shout. "Let it be known that the time for war is nigh! Pr

on turns back to Hazel, his gaze intense and unwavering. He

cuss regarding your training and preparation for the battles to come. Come, let

ehind his words. He leads Hazel away from the table, his stride pur

hony of demonic revelry. As they walk, she tries to process the whirlwind of events, from the om

ssive, calloused palm. She can't help but notice the way his fingers

racing with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. She looks up at him, sear

s this 'education'

n the door to his chambers. The room is dimly lit, the air he

ad," he says, his voice dripping with seduction. "This includes teaching you the a

over Hazel. His free hand reaches out, trailing a clawe

nues, his gaze roaming over her form appreciatively. "We c

timate proximity of his body. The idea of being taught such dark arts

tural chill of his touch. When he mentions her attire, Hazel glances down at her simple

. Despite the trepidation building within her, a part of her craves the experienc

icipation. With a swift motion, he grasps the neckline of her gown and te

ine Hells," he growls, his hands deftly unfastening the remaining buttons until

cing the curves of her hips and thighs before hooking into the waistband of her

urmurs, his voice