The Sapphire Prince | Aemond Targaryen |

The Sapphire Prince | Aemond Targaryen |

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"You will beg for me to fuck you." Aemond gripped Verena's jaw with one hand, pressing her wrist firmly to the bed, " I know you want to Verena and when you come to me, on your knees begging for me to touch you. To take you. I will sit there and laugh."
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Dorne has fallen, and its fiercest weapon-Princess Amaris Martell-is now a political prisoner in King's Landing. Rebellious, untamed, and lethal with a blade, Amaris doesn't bow to anyone. Desperate to rein her in, Queen Alicent assigns her cold and ruthless son, Aemond One-Eye, to keep her in check. But taming the fiery princess might just burn them both. *** 'He towered over her now, his presence suffocating. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "Something tells me," he said, his gaze flicking to her lips, "you like your pleasure with a side of pain." Amaris scoffed, though the flicker of something in her amber eyes betrayed her. "Don't flatter yourself." He leaned closer, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm quite good at pain. Particularly when you piss me off." His gaze dipped to the dress that clung to her body like a second skin. "Is that why your clothes can't seem to stay on when I'm around, Princess?"'

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