The Silver Throne (18+) {historical romance}

The Silver Throne (18+) {historical romance}

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(Not a bwwm!) Malia stood there looking at him with her blood boiling. She grabbed the papers he had in his hand and threw them on the floor along with every other paper on his desk and every item. She grabbed a pair of scissors that lied on the desk and briskly walked on him putting the sharp end directly in his face. Nolan sat there unbothered, unmoved by her actions knowing she wouldn't dare attempt to cut a hair off his chin. "And what do you plan on doing with that?" He said standing up looking directly in her eyes. Malia's hand starting shaking in hesitation but she persisted and did not lower her hand. Nolan sighed and put his hand over hers and moved her hand down taking the pair of scissors from her hands and sitting them down. "You are.." Malia started but then felt his hands on her waist and lifting her, sitting her on the desk. He smirked devilishly while keeping the engaged eye contact. "I'm what..? A man with a strong appetite.. would you prefer me to.." he said and in his same sentence pulled her legs apart and walked directly in between them. Malia's breath hitched as she wasn't that uncomfortable with him touching her but uncomfortable with the thought that she was yearning for him to touch her. She didn't know if it was jealously of that girl he had in here or if it was spite to afflict on to him for thinking he could just have this affect her like that. She wanted to feel what he felt when he was having intercourse, she wanted to want it, she wanted to be intoxicated be it like he was. "I want you... I want-" she stuttered on her words. He smiled at her, he genuinely smiled at her and Malia lightly smiled at that realization. "Want do you want from me.." he asked eagerly at the fact that she didn't fight him when he touched her. Malia huskily breathed as his hands riding up her ankles and slowly crept up her leg underneath her dress... Follow this royal family in their journey through the kingdom of Ashdom. Fiction
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FOR THE DETAILED DESCRIPTION, READ PROLOGUE. As the description was too lengthy. i couldn't write it here. :) _______________________________ "Sera, I am not the one to repeat my words. So you better say yes in front of the whole kingdom when I ask you to mark me," Damien said, glaring at me. "Never," I spat. "I will never mark you, you fucking hybrid," I said with all the anger inside me. "Then you leave me no choice," he said as his eye color shifted from hazel to a deep crimson red. His vampire side had taken over. He took a step closer, and my heart started pounding in my chest. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. This time, it was his vampire side. Last time, it was his wolf. Each time I resisted him, he hurt me, made me regret it. And now I knew he was going to compel me, force the answer he wanted out of me. I quickly shut my eyes tightly so he couldn't use his power against me. There was no point in running, I was already injured, already weak. A cold, dark laugh filled the room, sending a shiver down my spine. "My, my, look how afraid you are, my Sera," he mocked. I could feel him getting closer, his presence suffocating. Suddenly, he yanked my hair back, hard. I screamed in pain, but I refused to open my eyes. "Be my good girl and open your eyes, Seraphina," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Never," I growled in defiance. I couldn't believe the Moon Goddess had mated me to this monster. I despised him. Every inch of my soul hated him. "Give me all the pain you want, but I will never obey you," I spat, my voice filled with hatred. He chuckled darkly. "Then, as you wish," he murmured. I barely had time to process his words before sharp pain pierced my neck. His fangs sank into my flesh with full force, tearing through my skin. I let out a blood-curdling scream as agony burned through me. My eyes snapped open involuntarily, locking onto his, and in that moment, I realized I had made a terrible mistake.

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