FATED MATES: When They Touch Me

he winced from the pain. "It's sweet that you want to make sure I find my way

eared under a cold exterior. Something told her th

tle one. I'm the monster t

ou!" sh

le one. You took someth

shiv

r ago, just like

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d, his icy hands playing with a loose strand of her hair. She loathed it when he touched her. It was never the touch of a father, b

hter, the queen's gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the expensive carpet beneath her feet. "You goin

like the perfect little king's wife-complacent, peaceful,

, making her feel sick to her stomach. "She does what she is to

errifying than their captors. She was not the creature that wilted away like her mother did; she was the

an empty shell stayed; her eyes that used to twinkle with light as they played and sang their so

to the slaughterhouse and find himself so

refusing to look away from his spectacular angry stare. "I'm

had dared challenge him before. They'd groomed her father to run the kingdom from the moment his foul, chubby face came out screaming fro

ughter, because to him, she was a doll to be used and utilised until she broke and there was nothing left. Just an empty, br

erstand, and tonight was when she would take the first ste

that the supernatural populace could never dream of. It wasn't because people, like werewolves, fae, and alchemists, like to hang out with her

powerful. The Alphas, Betas, and mostly Lycan warriors, and some of the high-profile figures who visited

petrified him. Darkland's family owns the high-end pub and every other sex club in the kingdom. Pearl had gotten herself into a problem with a signed pub warden. The thing said if she talked about the pub, they w

ay, maybe not that sort of hell, but surely she got the idea. She was about to have sex with a random stranger just

ved than the world she had already experienced, but this sort of sin was

their kinks and needed them, but they didn't want to

aders who like to be tied up on a cross and whipped, and distinguished warriors

me cast iron doors and leave when a deep, sensual

hing you like

move up to her waist, keeping her still, his touch a fiery brand

nd ignited into flames by the sandalwood-scented stranger. His voice was deep,

der contr

ng to be a mess, then he sure as fuck would

d invading her body in ways it shouldn't

ish

to punish

oan. "Normally I'd say no, but for you, I'd

hm. "I think you'll like the punishment my shaft, mouth, and hands will give. You wo

her. She didn't even know what this guy looked like, and she was already completely under his control. It was frustrating and excruciat

was all up to her... not to mention the move would p

ne. "What are you