THE LYCAN KING'S BRIDE
IDA'
was hoping we'd agree on her," My stepfath
nd get out of the place while my heart was racing painfully in my chest. I was hoping desperately that he wouldn't accept the offer and wo
my stepfather, who would sell
mmodity to him, a piece of p
nt. She'll serve you well, Your Majes
arled, his voice cutting throu
ok the money from the Lycan King's men,
object, a piece of property
are about what would happen to me -all he ca
at the mercy of the Lycan King Ashley and t
y stepfather bowed respect
e bought and sold! Who are you to sell me off? I'm not even your daughter!" I yelled, struggling to stand but
kled, it sounded eerie and his
othing more than a slave, and as such, you wil
as, grinning like a fool, happy to have gotten rid
chamber!" King A
ouldn't believe what I was hearing. I was to be with the
I struggled to keep my compos
e cracking with emotion. "I won't
only smirked, his e
are mine now, and you will do as I say." He added
ed at my stepfather. He had betrayed me just as he always did,
self that I would never forget this moment and that
an's chamber, and when we arriv
ound my hands and legs to
e the room. I was left completely at the mercy of the Lycan King
ay out of this situation, but my mind w
d save me from this nightmare. But all that was in my head! No one, absol
e door of the Golden Room opened,
myself for whatever was to come,
rowled, his voice l
led against my bonds, trying to get aw
bling with dread of what was to happen. "P
he advanced toward the bed with his b
le slave, I call the shots here!" He s
moved his clothing, revealin
over me like a beast. I trembled, fi
e mesmerizing sight of him. But I could feel hi
ream, I could
escape this nightmare. But I was tra
lothes and grabbed my bre
ghtened as I tried not to revea
mischievously, his hands were
callously penetrate his two fingers
sobbed, my entire
voice was filled with amusement,
se stop... I ca
" He snarled as i
ut, wishing I never
my slave, you are mine to torture, mine to use as I
I felt him roughly widen my legs apart a
ated his manhood into my V sp
sizzling pain tearing thr
was wild and relentless, and he plung
ned into a bittersweet feeling, as h
to resist him, I wanted mor
nto moans, moans of
ably, and I subconsciousl
entless, he never made any s
nto me, with his mysterious l
st each other, the golden spac
the wall, and our arou
tle must be hearing my voice, and how th
lessly until we came together
s wicked and cruel rose again l
g into me with might t