“If you can’t satisfy me with your mouth, then you’ll have to satisfy me some other way.” He ripped off her flimsy clothing and tossed the shredded fabric aside. Visenya panicked as she realized exactly what he was implying. “Let me try again…with my mouth. I think I c...” “Quiet!” His voice echoed off the walls of his bedchamber, silencing her on the spot. This wasn’t the way she had imagined her first time would be. She pictured passionate kisses and gentle caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. Lucian wouldn’t be loving, and he certainly didn’t cherish her either. She had been cursed with a mate who was bent on revenge, wanting nothing more than to watch her suffer. _________________ Ten years had passed since Dragons ruled over the world…since Visenya took her place as Lycan Queen. Vampires were forced into the shadows now that hunting and enslaving humans was punishable by death. The world was finally at peace…until Dragon Lord, Lucian woke from his induced sleep to discover that his entire race had been massacred by Visenya’s father. Visenya is stripped of her kingdom and forced to live out the rest of her days as Lucian’s slave. The cruelest joke of all is, Visenya learns that the mate she has been so faithfully waiting for all these years, is none other than the vengeful Dragon Lord himself. Consumed by their hatred for each other, is it enough to fight the intense mate bond between them? Will Lucian push Visenya to her absolute limit, just to regret it all in the end? -WARNING-This story may contain content that some may find disturbing.
My Master, My Mate
“I can’t go on any longer! Please... I’m tired, and my jaw hurts," Visenya pleaded with the Dragon Lord.
Lucian’s gaze bore down on Visenya as if she were utterly useless. He forcefully grabbed the short chain that dangled from her collar, causing her to yelp in pain as the inner spikes dug into the sensitive flesh of her neck. With a harsh pull, he lifted her to her feet and dragged her over to his desk, bending her over its surface.
Visenya felt a surge of panic as Lucian pressed his hardness against her bottom. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "If you can't satisfy me with your mouth, then you'll have to satisfy me some other way."
In one swift motion, he tore off her flimsy top and skirt, tossing the shredded fabric aside. The implications of his actions became quite clear to Visenya. "Please, let me try again... with my mouth. I believe I can..."
"Quiet!" Lucian's voice reverberated off the walls of his bedchamber, instantly silencing her.
