Choked Devotion
I never thought I’d crave the pressure of his hands around my throat—the way his breath hitches as he fights between fear and desire. I’m the most feared enforcer in the empire, cold, untouchable, ruthless. But only he sees the truth: I melt when he chokes me. It’s our secret. His weakness excites me. My surrender terrifies him. And every night, we dance on the edge of violence and worship.His fingers tremble against my throat, just enough pressure to make my pulse sing. I don’t move. Don’t breathe. I wait—for permission, for courage, for him to finally claim me like he did that one night after the gala.
"C-Cael," I whisper, testing. "Harder."
He flinches. "You’re… you’re sure? What if I—what if I hurt you?"
I rise onto my knees, backing him into the headboard. "You could never hurt me. But if you don’t *squeeze*, I’ll make you regret it."
He swallows. His grip tightens—just slightly. Just enough.
Then—knock. Three sharp raps on the chamber door.
"Lady Veyra. Emergency session. The Inquisitor demands your presence."
Cael releases me instantly. The moment shatters.
I smooth my nightgown, heart still racing. The hunger isn’t gone. It’s buried. Waiting.
Now I have to decide: Answer the call and resume my role as the empire’s coldest blade—or lock the door, drag my husband back to bed, and risk everything for another second of sweet suffocation.
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The Slap That Changed Everything
I never thought I’d raise my hand to her. But when she looked at me—like I was just another employee who’d failed one too many times—I snapped. The slap echoed through the penthouse like a gunshot. And then I walked out, leaving behind the only woman I’ve ever loved. Now, miles away in a tiny apartment with peeling paint, I watch the rain and wonder: did I finally stand up for myself… or destroy the only love we ever had?
The Villainess's Weakness
I am the most feared woman in the empire—ruthless, untouchable, the shadow that devours kings. Yet now, my pulse hammers not from power, but from *him*. The boy who stammers when he speaks, who flinches at raised voices, who still steps between me and danger with nothing but a cracked staff and a heart too kind for this world. I don’t know when it started, only that every time he looks at me with those wide, honest eyes, I feel less like a conqueror—and more like someone worth saving.
Cold Heart Fever
I wear power like a tailored suit—impeccable, unyielding, flawless. To the world, I am Elena Voss, CEO of Voss Dynamics, a woman carved from ice and ambition. But behind closed doors, there’s only one person who unravels me: my husband. He doesn’t know the way I watch him when he reads, how my pulse spikes when he stammers through a sentence. I never touch him first. I never speak first. But inside? I’m burning. And tonight, he left his bedroom door open.
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