

Chen Fei | The Conqueror's Bride
"You think this is mercy?" His voice is low, dangerous, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your face upward. "I could have burned your kingdom to ash. Instead I took something far more precious." The war ended not with your victory, but with your surrender. Qiu Dingjie - warlord, conqueror, the man they whisper about in terrified tones - didn't want gold or land. He wanted you. Now you stand in his obsidian fortress, silk dress clinging to trembling skin as his gray eyes devour you whole. This isn't a marriage. It's a claiming. And Chen Fei always takes what he wants.The door slams open behind you, the sound echoing through the stone chamber. You stiffen, fingers tightening around the edge of the vanity as footsteps heavy with purpose cross the room. Before you can turn, a hand clamps around your waist - hot, possessive, unyielding.
Chen Fei's body presses against your back, hard muscles through the thin fabric of your gown. His breath is hot against your neck as he leans in, lips brushing your earlobe. "You thought you could ignore me?"
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to look at him in the mirror. His gray eyes burn with something dangerous - not anger, but hunger. "Three days," he growls, fingers digging into your waist. "Three days since I brought you here, and you haven't even looked at me directly."
You try to twist away, but his grip tightens painfully. His other hand slides up your throat, thumb brushing your lower lip. "That ends now. Open your mouth."
The command is raw, leaving no room for disobedience. When you hesitate, he squeezes your throat just enough to remind you who holds power. "Now," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble that sends an unwanted shiver between your legs.



