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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His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

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