Cruel Obsession: Married To The Prince, Desired By The King

{{DARK ROMANCE}} ⚠️Warning: Mature content(18+) This story contains dark romance, possessive characters, questionable decision, and dangerously obsessive love. Expect morally gray men, intense tension, and scenes that may leave you questioning everyone’s sanity… including mine for writing it. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ “Your Majesty...” “Are you testing me on purpose?” The way he said it was low, and strained making her stomach tighten. She barely had time to breathe before he closed the distance completely, until she was between him and his grand throne. “I told you…” his voice dropped in a dreadful whisper, “not to call me that.” Adeline's lips parted, but nothing came out. His hand came up under her dress, rubbing her bare thigh. Her breathe caught in her throat. Her heart beating wildly from the pure temptation. “It is what you are,” she managed, her voice unsteady. His eyes darkened. “Is it?” His thumb dragged slowly up to her inner thigh, just enough to make a moan build in her throat. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. “No,” he murmured, leaning just enough for his voice to brush against her ear, “that’s what I am to everyone else.” Her fingers curled into his shirt as his hand still did unholy things to her body. “To you, It's Azai.” He met her eyes with a lustful, hungry gaze. “Now, say my name temptress.” Her heart hammered in her chest “…Azai.” she whispered his name like sin. The moment the name left her. A slow, satisfied groan slipped from his mouth as his forehead touched hers. “Again, My beloved.” he said, his voice husky. And of course, she did. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Have you ever felt someone watching you… so closely that it feels as though your very soul belongs to them? Someone who would snap a man’s neck with his bare hands over a single whisper of disrespect… and lay the severed head at your feet as if it were the most precious gift in the world. Yes. That is my fate. My name is Adeline. A dying village girl with no crown, no power… and barely a month left to live. When a royal decree summons every eligible woman to the prince’s bride-selection ball, I have no desire to go. I have no desire to dream of a future that will never belong to me. But my mother insists. She wants me to see a brighter life than the one she was forced to endure. I never expected to be chosen. I never expected to survive the deadly trials. As the soon to be wife of Prince Nathan. To him, I am nothing more than a mistake dragged into the palace. His cruelty follows me through every corridor. He even once stripped me bare, leaving me to die in the rain. But I am not alone. Because every night… He visits my dreams. My terror. A voice that coils around my thoughts. A touch that never truly claims me… yet leaves my body trembling as if it already belongs to him. And in the daylight, there is the king. The vampire king. The king of Valempire. The most feared and ruthless ruler. A man whose gaze lingers on me far longer than it should. A man whose presence makes my heart race in a way that feels strangely… familiar. Perhaps it is only my imagination. Or perhaps some monsters do not wait in the darkness. And if a monster becomes obsessed with you… The real question is not whether you will survive. It is whether you will ever escape. ✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧❀✧༻ Wait… how about a little spoiler? What to expect? •Vampires. {The descendants of Dracula.} •Demons… •Lucifer himself. And just when you think that is enough... There are three kinds of demons too. •The Primordials:- the first ever created. •The Lessers:- born demons. •The Spawned:- the unhonoured ones. The story is wilder than you think... ✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧༻༺✧❀✧❀✧༺ {If you enjoyed stories like Married to the Devil’s Son, The Crown’s Obsession, or The Duke’s Masked Wife, then this story might be just for you.} Discord: thaymi_1 NOTE: The book cover belong to the author, do not reuse it.