Marrying A Tyrant To Save The Kingdom
No Time For Men When My Revenge Is Brewing! Thrown into a loveless marriage with a monster, guilty of being born in the warring era; she was left empty-handed. Era, an enticing beauty with valorant soul. Yet her shattered heart, clouded by hatred, she desired something more. Vidor, the enraged powerful tyrant with a curse. Light emerged in his hell- life in the unimaginably painful way. *********** "Stay away from me!" Era screamed at the top of her lungs as her feet found their lining in retreating backwards till she hit the wall. DEAD END! A soft chuckle resounded in the poorly lit room followed by a bone-chilling voice that seemed to make one's knees buckle upon hearing it. "And why should I? Or have you forgotten that your parents willingly gave you to me to spare their sorry lives and that of your people?" Sobs! Sniffs! "They may have, but it was a sacrifice I chose to pay." "Great. I love that boldness little rabbit, but you belong to me now and that includes all of you." His dark onyx eyes roamed over her body lustfully as his tongue stylishly slid out of his mouths licking his lower lips before covering the little gap between them. "Every inch of you." "NEVER! I... HATE... YOU, MONSTER!!" “Hahaha… Until then. I would wait till the day you beg and want me, my little rabbit." ************* MATURE CONTENT! Cover not mine, all credit goes to the original owner. Cover edited by PayalSinghRajput Discord server: http//discord.gg/BH666ZK Instagram: baevidaa Discord: BaeVida#7167
Another Kiss
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CHAPTER 136
For some seconds she did not move, just allowed him to linger on her lips as he craved entrance but she never gave. His eyes fell shut the second he kissed her and after some time when she did not respond back, he opened his eyes only to have her watch him.
Smiling on her lips briefly, Vidor pulled back but did not let go of her head, still keeping her in place.
"Thank you," he muttered to her and then finally he released her head and pulled back. Still, Era did not say anything. She still looked petrified like she had seen a ghost.
Twice had he kissed her without her consent but unlike the last, her brain somehow, remembering the first did not resist and allowed him to do that which he wanted.
Her brain recounted the chaste kiss, recalling the feel of his lips on hers, the softness she had failed to recall the last time and the sweetness even though dry for some reason.